The Provocateur…

Something’s holding onto my mind,” he screamed – hands to head, nails digging in fiercely. “Why won’t you go?” The truth was she couldn’t. There was no way to step out of another’s thoughts. She had no control over that. Torture was her trade and sex was part of the deal. He’d paid for it and now he just couldn’t let it go: the memories, the craving, his desperate need for more. It was his hold that haunted him: his problem, not hers for she just made transactions – besides he was her very best client…

© kym darkly

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