"My show. My plan." the words bounced about in her mind. She wasn't exactly what her show was.

He walked up the stairs behind her, as she forced small talk to mask rapid breathing, almost certain he could hear the hammering of her heart. She was equally certain he didn't feel the grip of anxiety. Her lover always seemed calm, collected, completely in control.

"I'm glad you found time for me, I'm sure you've got plenty of women chasing you down," she smiled shyly at the steps in front of her.

"I'm not that bad," he chuckled. She glanced back, marveled at the intense desire, seeming to grow each time they met.

"True. I never thought you were a complete dog, chasing every tail that passed your line of sight."

Slipping into privacy, a suffocating heat prickled through her body, veins on fire as though blood turned to lava.

He wanted to be her slave, to have his body used by her precisely as her darkest fantasies desired. Yet, fantasy dissolved under the density of his presence, every time.

They were alone at last, and her hands began to quiver. Afraid to look at him, unable to meet his eyes, she walked to the window. The small talk continued. Her fingers found the curtains, absently petting the soft fabric to distract from their trembling. Eyes fixed outside, she heard him approach.

She felt him come near. As though the very fabric of reality parted to make way. His advance made her head swim, her body tense.

He stood across, looking out the window, commenting on the weather. The intensity of his closeness, knocked her mute. Fierce desire for this moment had tormented her for weeks. She felt aware of his every movement, his every breath.

Very slowly, she let her eyes wander from the filthy city snow to his chest. She became keenly aware of the stiff fabric of his shirt, how it hovering over his body like the old skin of a reptile, ready to be shed. Her fingertips slid across it, tingling with desire for skin, with a touch so light that it wouldn't collapse the cloth against his body. Overwhelmed by single minded focus, she could no longer processed his words, but luxuriated in the deep resonance of his voice.

Reserve crumbling, her timid eyes met his, and they locked in frozen silence.

In mutual defeat their mouths suddenly lunged for one another, devouring lips pressing, tongues sliding deep, intertwining in a frantic dance. This wasn't the romantic kiss of poetic love, but base need liberated of thought and society. A yielding moan escaped her lips, as strong hands aggressively grabbed at her body, pulling her into him.

He spun her around pressing her ass against his stiff cock. Hiking her skirt over her waist, sliding a hand into her panties. She cried out, stunned. Her body jerking with powerful sensations normally reserved for the heat of advanced sex. This first touch found her flesh salivating. Even she was surprised to find herself so wet. Fingers spread her moisture messily around her lips and thighs.

As her knees weakened and began to give way, he let go, the sudden break from exploding nerves knocking her into reality before she could loose her balance. Each quickly slithered out of their own clothes, bodies reuniting, flesh against flesh, falling on to crisp sheets.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, he anchored her in place, rapidly and fiercely plunging into her body, a slight mixture of pain heightening the pleasure. He stared down, eyes smoldering and unrelenting, jaw set, completely swallowed by the moment. His hungry need pushed her over the cliff of ecstasy.

Panting and trembling she reopened her eyes to see a satisfied, proud smile.

"So now am I a dog?" he smirked, gently massaging her insides with his cock.

"No!" she protested in a soft girlish voice, "Never!"

Taking her face in hand, his broad tongue ran across the side of her face in a slobbery show of affection.

"Okay," she conceded trying to escape his canine kiss in a torrent of giggles, "You're a dog."

Pleased, he lifted her into the air, and threw himself onto his back, leaving her straddled on top of him.

She rode him slowly at first, letting the urgency gather, his eyes never left her face. He always seemed to be fully absorbing her. She fought the urge to glance away, overwhelmed by the vulnerability his fearless gaze incited. She pushed back the self conscious fears that questioned his thoughts: You wanted him, and now you have him - shut up!

He reached up, cupping her face with his large hands and drew her ear next to his lips. "You're incredibly hot when you're fucking," he whispered. This much needed affirmation melted her nervous system. With eyes closed she ran her hands across his body, excited further by smooth skin and rigid muscles.

The slow sensual movements became hard thrusts, wanting to feel impaled, filled. Little shivers began rushing through her body in union with the entrance and withdrawal. As her ability to control movement waned with the intensity of pleasure, he took over, pushing into her.

Torso about to fold under the pressure of orgasm drawing near, her descent was stopped by a hand on her throat. Fingers tightened with light palpitating squeezes in union to her shivering body. As her moans increased he applied a strong gradual pressure until her breath was labored, rushing though a narrowed windpipe. He drove into her body with increasing urgency, and their eyes met. The sheer violence of need became untethered in perfect trust. She pushed her throat forward, completely cutting off lungs. The thrill of instinctual terror pushed her body into a panic of heightened sensation. A mute cry escaped her gasping lips as euphoria rocked her body. At the very height of ecstasy, he quickly let go, blood rushing out of her face as air filled her lungs. Her brain buzzed with adrenaline, oxygen, euphoria, every cell in her body quivering with release.

Collapsing, he held her close as her body cooled down. She returned the tight grip, grateful and on fire with need to press into him, to feel anchored.

He rolled on top of her. Tucking her head under his chin, wrapping arms around her shoulders to keep her in place, forcefully pounding towards his moment of bliss. Feeling her body take him to orgasm excited her sensations further, clenching jaw muscles encouraged her to sink her teeth into his shoulder, and claw her nails down his back. In mutual absolute spasm they rocked against one another, primal cries melding together.

Now it was his turn to collapse. Breath barely recovered he laughed, as though in disbelief.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, it seems the best thing to do, is make a plan and not stick to it."

"Ah, that's right, you wanted to be my slave! Plans are over rated." she nestled deeper into the blankets, warmed by a sense of satisfaction. "You wanted my show, this is it."

"This wasn't a show! This was pure expression! You let me possess you completely, and you gave everything." She opened her eyes, perplexed at his words. "I want to be the one without rights, I know you're submissive, but you can be dominant. Show me exactly how you want to be taken!"

"This how I want to be taken, I want to be possessed! I want to loose myself to pure expression. It's exactly how I've dreamed of being used, and how I loose myself to a lover!"

"Will you be generous and open with me by showing me your dark wants and perversity ... played out on my body?"

_____

The next day she walked up a set of stairs, her thighs screaming in pain. Pleased to feel her body confirm the reality of last night's erotic foray, she sent a text message to her lover:
My thighs hurt :)

The immediate response:
Since I left no marks, I'm glad your thighs remember me!

She had been disappointed after her morning shower, not seeing his fingerprints on her throat. Just as well, how could I explain that to anyone?

Reaching the top of the stairs she knocked on Sebastien's door. He opened it, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, an inch of ash clinging on. He gurgled her name in the warm love he always exuded.

She walked inside, pushing off the dog trying to mount her leg. "I love you to Dizel, but you can't afford me," she ruffled his head, bit his ear.

"You're in a state," Sebastien remarked eying her from the coffee pot. Still holding his fist cigarette between his lips, he placed another, lit it, and handed it to her.

"I never smoke these unless I'm around you, strange huh? I saw Daniel last night."

"That explains it. He fuck you silly? You smoke here because it's bad for you and you don't have to be a lady."

He was right.

"He wants me to dominate him. To let loose my deepest fantasies."

Sebastien cackled. "Perfect! I always told you, you'd be great at it! This is your chance! You'd be a wicked dom!"

"But I feel like such a dork acting!" she shriek in frustration.

"Then don't act."

Silence passed between them.

"Scary huh?" he took a long drag.

"Very," she did the same. "But what does he want? Rape? Incest? Violence? Besides, in my darkest fantasies, I'm on the receiving end!"

"That's why you'd be a killer at it! You know what it's like to want it."

"Can you imagine me raping him? He's built like a brick shit house! I'd break up laughing."

"Drug him," Sebastien offered in all seriousness.

"I know it's somewhere in me. It's an inhibition, like talking during sex. But I can't break it down in one day. It takes time, and we don't see each other often. Usually stuff like that is born out of something that happened during the day - a joke that extends into the bedroom and gains a life of it's own. It's born of life, not set up on stage. We go for dinner and drinks, go back to bed, fuck, and part. I'm not complaining, but that's just how it is. To be honest, my stomach lurches at the thought of being cruel to him."

"Sure it does, you're a good person. But who do you think you're talking to? Remember us in high school? You've got a beast inside you." Her mind wandered to the two of them huddled in the empty school chapel, writing bizarre violent erotic stories that would have them placed a psyche ward ready for assessment if ever discovered.

She finished her cigarette. "I gotta go."

He walked her to the door, hugged her goodbye. "Drug him," Sebastien winked, closing the door behind her.

A letter waited for her at home:

I still want your cruelty. The extra little twist to make it more real is in letting you decide the date, the time, the place and the circumstances ... I will change my schedule to get to you and to be your student slut. No rules and no conditions. If you're capable of that kind of emotional and physical switch, you would please me very much ... and I think it would be an amazing experience for both of us to explore for the benefit of more extreme future pleasure. I would like to think we can both have our cake and eat it too ... the softness of romance and the pleasures of cruel love.

"Damnit," she sighed, frustrated, confused, thrilled.

Two weeks from today, my favourite hotel. I'll send you details when confirmed.

_____

She got off the plane feeling sweaty and unkept. It had been a crazy week, she was tried. In line at the hotel, her mood grew more foul. Only one body away from check in, she eyed the clerk as he chatted away with the customer.

You've got to be kidding me! She sighed and fidgeted. Patience! It won't take long, you're tired and grumpy.

He handed a sheet of paper to the customer.

See! It's almost over. You'll be up in your room having a hot shower in no time.

More talking. The clerk typed away, clicking his mouse, as they amiably rambled on.

FUCK OFF! How complicated can this be! Asshole clerk! How can you be so inefficient! God I want to kick somebody! Motherfucking cocksucker!

More chatter, another exchange of paperwork. Signatures.

Her gaze lifted to the ceiling. Please... travel gods, have mercy! You've made this day trying enough. If you could just make this go a little faster, I promise, PROMISE, to give up my airport power outlet to the next stressed out executive I see.

Now just chatter between them.

Why? Why! She pinched her eyes shut. I just want to curl into a ball and sleep. Why... A whimper fluttered under her breath. Oh God I hate life. I'm going to be pathetic when he shows up!

She opened her eyes. They were chuckling together over some witty comment exchanged.

Okay. Get a grip. No amount of mourning will make this go any faster. You'll get your room number, quickly shower and call him. There's plenty of time for sleep when you're dead.

"Next customer please!"

Key card in hand she lugged her small bag as though it were a barrel of bricks. Taking her phone out of her pocket she wondered if giving Daniel a heads up before her shower would be wise.

Glancing up to ensure she wasn't walking into a pillar and still on proper course to the elevator, she paused. Stunned. There he was, reclining in an arm chair, eyes locked on her. An amused smile tickling his mouth. He got up to greet her.

Not FAIR! My guard was down! Was he watching me the whole time?!

"I didn't see you there," she tried to hide her embarrassment.

"I know. At one point you were looking up as though praying to the travel gods."

Always in my head. She smiled at her feet, continuing to the elevator. Suddenly her clothes, body and hair seemed an intolerable mess. She didn't feel attractive, she didn't feel good enough for him.

Entering the room she dropped her luggage by the bed. "Forgive me, but I desperately need a shower before I can even kiss you!"

She tried not to look at him, making her way towards the washroom. Peeling her clothes off she turned on the water, making sure the temperature stung against her skin. As her body adjusted, she lowered the cold water, maintaining the comforting bite. Soaped up and rinsed off, she stayed under the hot water.

"Stay in there!" his muffled voice insisted from behind the bathroom door.

Not a problem! She wanted to claw out of her skin. Though clean, she felt disgusting. She lowered the cold water again, knowing her skin would turn pink.

He climbed in naked behind her, a hand sliding around her stomach, lips at her neck. The whisper of his breath shivered though her spinal cord. Sighing, relaxing inside her body, her hands reached for him.

Turning around her mouth found his, looking for sanctuary.

He broke the soft kiss, "You're being gentle again!" he chastised.

"Am I?" she giggled, her forehead resting on his chest. Be dominant. Be strong. Be cruel.

She looked up at him, he reached for another kiss. Turning away, it landed on her jaw. He tried again, but fingers covered his lips. I can't be mean, but I won't give him what he wants!

He grinned a little. Her fingers grabbed his hair firmly, pulling his head back, teeth scrapping his neck, her other hand scratching his back. Leaning back against the tiled wall she took his hardening cock, sliding it along her slit. Eyes falling closed, she used him like a toy, ignoring the man attached to the cock, focusing on her bodies sensations.

Her lips swelled, falling open. She slid the soft head against the clit, sighing. Placing his rock hard cock between her legs, pussy lips embracing his shaft, she gently moved her hips, feeling nerve endings awaken.

He moved, altered angles, trying to slide inside her, but she squeezed her muscles hard, shutting him out and clenched her thighs. Opening her eyes, she bared her teeth at him, growled in disapproval.

Good, Push me! Make this happen!

He tried again, challenge twinkling in his eyes. She took his cock in hand, closing her legs, sliding it up and down her clit. Again her eyes fell shut, blocking him out.

Feeling the winds of pleasure gathering towards orgasm she let him go, pushed him aside, and stepped out of the shower.

"Well that was fun," she smiled at him, making her way to the bed. She sat kneeling, waiting. He entered the room, contemplative, and kneeled on the covers in front of her. His lips took hers, a moment of weakness let him, but soon she turned away. She tried to push him down, but he resisted. He tried to force her down, but she squirmed away. She glared at him, amused but determined.

They circled each other, like dogs testing their territory.

Stick to the plan, gotta stick with the plan, gotta stick to the plan... but now what the hell do I do with this guy?

Intermittently they bit and pulled at each other's lips, playfully trying to get the other to submit. He gave in and let her push him back. Feeling like a dog, she straddled his leg, rubbing her clit, wanting to cum. Feeling her body draw near her first release, she bent over him, hands gripping the pillow under his head. Quickly her body peaked, into a sharp quick orgasm that rushed through her body and disappeared.

Panting, pausing to recover, she hovered over him, her hair falling over his face. The afternoon rays streamed through the window. Backlit by the sun, her blonde strands turned into a soft gold, letting gentle light filter through.

Wanting to take pleasure from his cock, but limit his enjoyment, she took the tip into her, sliding it rapidly in and out of her body. The nerve endings at her opening sizzled, body freshly excited she paused, too close to orgasm.

Not yet.

Breathing deeply she forced her body down. Once calmed again, she continued her short thrusts, letting her fingertips slide over his face.

He tried to plunge into her, but she threw her body forward, keeping him out of her depths. Breasts hovering over his face, he sucked in a nipple, tongue caressing it to hardness.

God this is hard.

Pulling away, she gripped his hair, and let her body tremble under another waterfall of sensation. She could feel her cum dripping out of her body, imagined it sliding down his shaft.

No more waiting.

Slowly she slid down, sighing under the feeling of being filled, of having him insider her body. His arm gripped her waist, and in one smooth movement he was on top of her, plunging into her carnally awakened body. There was no fighting the strong, long thrusts that beat down. Wrapping around him, wanting to feel close, his cock reached inside of her, pulling out another orgasm, ricocheting through her body and into his, as a guttural groan announced his release.

He collapsed on top of her, "Thanks for sticking to the plan, and always being 100% yourself," he caressed her hair, kissing her temple gently.

She nuzzled him in reply, "Don't thank me for that. I don't know how to be anyone else."

Putting themselves back together they wandered out in search of food. Sitting across from each other, they mused about the wonders of sweat and lust. Glances from neighboring tables were magnetically attracted to the words filtering from their table: lesbian, submission, rape. They exchanged stories of weakness, desire and ecstasy, listening carefully, eyes locked. Each searching for that next clue, wondering how to escalate, where to probe the body and mind next.

Her head lightened with a few drinks, they embraced as soon as the door closed behind them. Begrudgingly she broke free of his arms, mind already gone. She knew the moment she left the room he would disappear from her life for weeks, possibly months, until one day she'd find another letter from him. Daniel said something about showering, that she vaguely acknowledged. Smoothing out her clothes, she stamped out the obscure sense of sadness by focusing the stories that began to ping pong around her skull; explanations, fibs and white lies danced about seeking form, trying to create an impenetrable wall of privacy.

She felt his hand flat on her chest. Perplexed she looked up to see desire renewed. He pushed her backward onto the messy sheets and quickly disposed of her pants. Her body immediately reacted to his demanding presence, temperature rising and breath growing rapid with expectation. Using his knee to spread legs open, he climbed on top of her, cock easily sliding into the pussy still wet from his last visit. Grinding against her pubic bone, lips messily crushing against hers. Earnest eyes held hers, hungry for release he moved with fast instinctive strokes, selfishly seeking satisfaction. Her nerves trembled with the raw, needy plunges, burning with the delight of being used by him. Suddenly he tensed, fingers grabbing at her hair, head thrown back as a short powerful wave of orgasm rushed though is veins. Collapsing he panted on top of her, as she licked a little trickle of sweat of his neck.

She left him with the musky sent of sex emanating from every pore of her soft white skin. Relieved to find her home empty she threw off her clothes and climbed between the sheets. Falling asleep with his soft lingering scent seeping into a kaleidoscope dream world of moans, mouths, body fluids, and insatiable hunger.