“I want to be controlled. I need it,” she told me, then just as quickly added, “But I warn you, it won’t be easy. I’ll fight you.”

And she was right. The verbal sparring that followed spanned most of the day. The intellectual cut and thrust, lunge and parry. The rapier-like wit of one rivaling the ribald street-talk of the other. Will matched against will.

But the language of those caramel eyes revealed more perhaps than her manipulating words intended. If ever a body begged to be possessed, it was hers.

The smell of leather intoxicated her. She eyed the articles hung from hooks on my playroom wall and tried to suppress a smile. She knew that they, like her, would not be denied their destiny. Not this night.

Moments later, I moved up to her and took her lips to mine. Painted her with soft, tender kisses, wet with passion. My tongue probed her mouth, caressed her own swirling tongue, danced with it. My hands roamed a body that cried out for my touch.

I whispered in her ear: “I will learn every inch of your body, so that I will be able to close my eyes and see any or all of it any time I wish.”

“Yes, Querida,” she panted.

I let my hands explore her naked back, stroking it softly, kissing it gently. She trembled under my touch, this erstwhile vixen of the streets. The sassiness was gone, replaced by supplication and surrender.

From the small of her back, I moved to the backs of her legs, starting at her ankles, touching, caressing, kissing the creases of her knees, the creamy columns of her thighs, the tender fleshy part, letting my hands and mouth learn her.

Her heart thrummed. Her breath came harsh and fast. The closer I got to her delectable openings, the more she shivered in anticipation. I could see her essence dripping down her legs. She moaned quietly as I continued my quest.

I explored the cave of her dark canyon. My finger, poised at its threshold, needed no invitation. The soft moans that escaped her lips echoed in a gasp as it entered. This living instrument of her submission buried deeply inside her. The penetration hurt a little. I knew that. But it was only slight and nothing compared to what she would feel before the night ended.