Roxy's already moving, her camera raised, capturing the way light cuts through darkness and dust. She photographs for thirty minutes, mainly wide shots of the factory floor, close-ups of rusted machinery, the way time has transformed industrial death into something almost beautiful.
Then she sets up her sketchbook on an old workbench.
"This is going to take a while," she says, her pencil already moving.
"I've got time."
But watching her isn't enough. Not here. Not surrounded by this much darkness. I move behind her, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against me.
"Dom, what are you doing?"
"Keep drawing."
My hands move under her shirt, finding bare skin. She gasps but doesn't stop working, her pencil still moving across the paper even as I touch her.
"You're distracting me."
"Good."
I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my lips. My hands move higher, cupping her breasts through her bra, and she arches into my touch.
"I need to finish this."
"Then finish it, that’s your challenge."
My hand lowers down, sneaking under the elastic of her leggings, before pushing inside of her underwear.
“I…can’t work if you’re touching me.”
“Then I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
I smirk as she struggles to put pencil to paper, her hands shaking as my fingers start to move over her clit. First in circular motions, before working my fingers back and forth, back and forth. My fingers are already covered in her wetness and I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Open your legs,” I say, and she complies. I push two fingers inside her pussy with no resistance. She moans and lifts her ass up, chasing my fingers to go deeper. I push inside up to my knuckles and finger fuck her until she struggles to even hold on to her pencil. It drops to the floor as she reaches behind her to hold onto my neck.
I finger her fuck her hard, using my thumb to play with her clit. Her moans intensify and echo in the large open space, her breathing giving me the warning that she is about to cum.
“Drench my fingers, baby. Cum for me.” I growl into her neck and she clamps her thighs around my hands as she shakes, exploding with pleasure. My dick is so fucking hard, but this isn’t about me. I just wanted to test her limits.
When I remove my fingers, I suck them into my mouth before taking her lips in a fast and hard kiss.
“You better finish up, we haven’t got all night,” I say, laughing as she goes to slap me.
“Asshole. You were distracting me.”
“And now you are without distraction. I’ll wait over here,” I say, moving toward the back wall near the door.
The taste of her lingers on my mouth, so fucking good.
When she returns to her sketchbook, she works for another hour while I keep watch, my body still humming with the aftermath of her cumming. By the time we leave, she has five new pieces, some drawings of machinery, the factory's demise rendered beautiful through her vision.
The cemetery in Renkow comes next.
It's extremely old, forgotten, where graves have been abandoned for decades. Headstones lean at wrong angles, moss covering names and dates until they're barely readable. Trees grow wild between plots, their roots breaking through concrete and marble.
The smell is different here, it’s wet earth and old wind carrying the scent of rain and old flowers left too long.
