Flash Serial: The New Canvas ~ Part 5

The writing below is part of a serial piece of erotic fiction.  You may wish to start at the beginning, here.

Victor watched with a slight bit of awe as Alexandra laid her head back and waited for the first bite of the needles.  He breathed in, separating her scent from the air with dismaying ease.  It was going to be a long night.
With careful fingers he rearranged her skirt to prevent staining and reached for the sausau.  He knew, intimately, what the tight cluster of needles felt like.  Where the lining array sliced along the skin like a slow, dull knife, the round array of needles felt like wasps punching the flesh over and over.
Her skin was smooth and warm under his fingers.  She smelled of vanilla, musk and clean cotton.  His cock twitched once and, to his relief, lay still.  He pulled her tender flesh taut, laid the sausau in place then took the first strike.  Her fingers twitched in his peripheral vision but she lay steady and quiet under his hand.  Steadily he increased his pace, watching both her and his hand, until he was certain she was coping.
The artist hadn’t expected her to be such a perfect canvas.  Her skin took the color as if he were touching a brush to rice paper.  He worked his way from the tip of the dragon’s tail up, thrusting emerald tones and careful grey shading into scale after scale.  An hour passed, then two.
Alexandra didn’t make a sound, even as a sheen of sweat began to coat his torso.  Victor glanced up from time to time to check her expression.  Two hours in, her hands lay relaxed across her stomach.  Her body was limp and he’d been moving her as needed.  She was conscious, or at least, mostly so.  A steady stream of tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, but she inhaled and exhaled deeply.
He couldn’t help the admiration and wondered if he’d judged her too harshly.
Victor forced the thoughts from his mind and returned his attention to his work.  His hands screamed in agony, his back was a mass of knots.  He’d progressed up her calf to just below the knee.
“Victor?”  Her voice tore through him like a riptide.  His gaze jerked to her face and he swallowed a curse as he found her eyes still closed.
“Can we break for a few?”  She turned her head and met his eyes blearily.
“Sure.”  Stretching, he moved away before she could sit up.  Maybe he could regain his composure.

The last two hours passed in a torturous blur.  Victor waited for her to ask again for a break but she made not one sound. Alexandra simply lay quiet and still, moving only when his hands urged her.  Never had he tautau‘d someone who handled it with such composure.  At last he set his sausau aside and spritzed her skin with diluted alcohol.  Her breath caught at the contact.
With careful hands he smoothed vaseline over the vibrant hues then bandaged her calf.
“Alexandra,” he said, concern gentling his voice.  He touched a finger to the last tear clinging to her lashes.  Her eyelids twitched then opened, revealing a gaze as green as her emerging dragon.
“Are we done?” Her voice was ragged and tired.  Victor nodded.
“For tonight, yes.”  She sat up and reached for him as she swayed.  Her hand flattened against his chest and his breath caught.  “Easy, Alexandra.”
Her eyes widened and she stared up and him for an eternal moment.  Victor’s jaw flexed and he covered the hand on his chest with his own.  She dropped her eyes to it, seeming to look at her hand under his larger one with incomprehension.
Until she snatched it away as if burned.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Victor watched as she slipped from the table and hurriedly shook out her skirt.
“Next week?” she asked, glancing towards him, her gaze skittering away from his.
“Yes,” he answered, “same time.”  Victor stood, perplexed as she hurried out the door.
While he didn’t understand her actions there was one thing he did know.  Next week was going to be interesting.

Continue reading The New Canvas in part 6



  1. I’ve never felt the urge to get a tattoo, and reading this I can really hardly imagine it. To me, by the way, that response speaks to the effectiveness of the writing. 🙂 I loved the mention of breath and its implied importance in the process for her.

    I’m once again looking forward to the next installment! Thank you for sharing, Scarlett!

  2. Hi Em…glad you’re enjoying!

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