He paused and took a long, steadying breath while appreciating the magnificent scene she had prepared for him. She clearly possessed artistic talent and applied it to every aspect of her life with care - and this simple yet profound glimpse into her personality was intoxicating to him.
He noticed she was perfectly motionless, waiting with exquisite patience for him to act. He bent down to retrieve the unstrung bow, running the polished wood through his fingertips and marveling at the craftsmanship. He loved anything that had been constructed with this level of detail and passion, celebrating the depth of meaning that could be found in even the simplest things. He thought of how her mere act of surprising him in this position was a meaningful gesture of trust and respect, something which he did not and would not take lightly, and he committed then to demonstrating this for her.
He suddenly flicked the bow through the empty air above her, causing a snapping 'whoosh' and a very slight quiver of anticipation from the woman. He was a master of sound, and he would use this to elevate the experience for both of them.
She waited, ready and willing and in no rush to move things forward. There was a sense of need filling her belly, though she was an artisan of delayed gratification. In an almost meditative fashion she opened her eyes and stared 'through' the bathroom tiles that were an inch from her face, breathing deep through her nose to fill her lungs with oxygen and her body with vital energy. She reinforced the arch of her back, the slight discomfort of holding the position granting her a masochistic sense of satisfaction from her own harsh self discipline.
The Violinist paced slowly around her, considering her from different angles and deliberately timing his footsteps to prevent any noticeable rhythm. He would stop and observe, swishing the bow before continuing to pace again, testing her patience and resolve.
He chose his moment, finally satisfied that she would not break her position, and thrashed the bow across her pale buttocks. The woman gasped and the stinging pain evoked a soft sound in her throat. Still, she retained her pose perfectly.
