His whim

…. awaken ….

Muffled sounds,
a hum, perhaps, a shower?
and footsteps. Laughter.
Three voices.
Wait,
that smell, soap,
flowers.
and, leather?
A deeper voice. Closer.
Fuck, that’s cold! Ice!
Laughter. Sweet and light. Dark and moody.
SLAP!
Holy crap, that was hard.
but arousing. Body, don’t betray me.
Not now.
Another voice,
familiar.
I smell, musk?
No! Not again! Please!
Please, please diirrty, not him, please diirrty, no, not him this time,
not again, pleeeease diirrty, plea-

…. black ….