He knelt behind her, bending her forward over her sketchbook. He grinned and began to tease his fingers along the soft fabric between her legs. The other hand ran along the soft curve of her ass, she was delectable, and he had come to enjoy their sessions in the society more than with most others. Her need for pain let Warwick de-stress, releasing his sadistic energy, and it always produced the most beautiful art. He slid his fingers inside the soft lace and into her glistening sex, elliciting soft moans from her body.