Statuesque
By K.L. Noone
Athena waits. The heavy drape of satin weighs upon her body, and her arm is growing tired, holding this pose. But pleasure laces the weight and the tiredness like drawn corset-strings: command and control, and the freedom in obedience.
Nearby, in the studio, Maria’s hands move over stone, across marble; they are broad and skillful, selecting tools for smoothing, shaping, polishing. Athena knows those hands; they move across her body with equal skill, with an artist’s flair. She imagines them caressing her skin now; she does not shiver with need, because she is being a good model, a good living statue, a good tool for Maria to use. And oh her breath catches at the thought and the deep silken throb of it: she is Maria’s, wholly. Here and posed, poised, draped in s
