Domina

The room is dimly lit, the air warm and thick. She slowly walks by, barely touching the back of the chair with her fingertips. She stops, turns over her shoulder - this movement is enough to make her breathing catch. She smiles with the corner of her lips, as if promising more than she is willing to show right now. The pause stretches, the tension grows, and it is in this anticipation that the fire of the moment truly lies.