Undercover - Episode 3

She flew into San Francisco to study with the man everyone in certain circles knew by name. Three days of drills on eye contact, touch, and the slow burn of attention. She left with a notebook full of rules and a body already breaking them. The drive south felt too long. Los Angeles hit her in the mouth: heat, palm trees, the thick smell of smoke at dusk. He met her at the studio, shirtless, belt in one hand. The first strike landed across her thighs and the heat rolled up through her stomach. Sweat ran down her ribs. He worked her in measured strokes until the skin on her back sang and her breath came in short, helpless bursts. When he finally pushed inside her the leather still lay warm against her side. Every thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. She came with her cheek pressed to the floor, eyes wide open, the smell of wax and skin thick in the air.