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guided her arm above her head. Her hand was relaxed, pinned to the wall. As they continued to kiss, he softly clasped her other wrist, his thumb sensing the rhythm of her pulse.
    “So, you think you can take control so soon,” she said, freeing her hand. She pushed him onto the opposing wall of the cramped hallway. Pinning him there she glared at him in her playful way, her hazel eyes in sharp focus, reflecting the red light emanating out of her bedroom. She had manipulated his six foot, fifteen stone frame to her advantage.
    “I will dominate you, Daniel. Do you think I’m too small to handle you?”
    At five foot three she is bloody strong. The two hours she spends in the gym every day are paying dividends. I know full well the power in her legs
. Still pinning him she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
    “Take a hot shower, your cheeks are freezing. I’ll be waiting for you.” Her heels echoed as she walked along the oak floor toward the bedroom. “Waiting to dominate you,” she teased with a giggle, looking over her shoulder.
    Warm droplets massaged his face. He thought of the things heknew of Susana. Her home town in Croatia was beautiful from what he had seen. A photo she had on her dresser of herself on a beach near her home had become a vivid fantasy of his since he saw it. He would picture himself there, with her. The imaginary atmosphere that materialised in his mind was naïve. A Mediterranean existence consisting in outdoor meals, gazing at the sea in wonderment from a clay balcony and nothing to do besides have passionate sex.
You’re thinking too much
, he realised,
get back to reality.
    He turned off the shower, wrapped a flowery towel around his waist and made his way down the draughty hall. As he closed the bedroom door behind him a warmth enveloped him. He looked down to see a small fan heater radiating onto his calf.
    “Turn it off if you like,” she said. He looked over at the double bed, in which Susana was lying in the pose of a classical statue.
A goddess.
    “Very sexy,” he said, eyeing over her red corset, black stockings and high heels. “I’ve not seen you in that before.”
    “It’s new. I got it just for you, honey,” she said. “I changed my mind on the dominatrix outfit,” she laughed.
    “You couldn’t go through with it,” said Daniel with a smile.
    “Right, next week I will make you my bitch,” she joked.
    She’s a woman of contrasts,
he thought.
Feminine yet strong, attentive yet powerful, softly spoken yet assertive, understanding yet sarcastic.
He reflected over his past visits
. I’m still processing the complexities of this woman yet I know little of her life, her past, something I’m unlikely to find out.
    The room was much the same as on his last visit. Furnished like any young woman’s room, she had a white dresser and a large mirror above reflecting a painting of a Persian man and woman embracing one another that decorated the opposing wall. A double bed draped with black silk linen. The lamp was fitted with a red bulb, providing a sensual mood. He placed her present on the dresser.
Cliché
, he thought.
I watch too many movies, my subconscious is hard wired to choose the cliché option in almost every situation.
    “Do you want to count it?” asked Daniel.
    “No, I trust you.”
    He walked over to her bed. Susana grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her. His skin responded to her touch by commanding each hair on his arm to stand to attention.
    “Your pheromones are penetrating my body,” he said with an exaggerated seriousness in his tone, hoping it may tickle her.
    Laughing, Susana managed to string two words together. “You’re crazy.” She cupped the crook of his neck in her left hand and pulled him toward her. She placed a finger of her other hand across his lips. “Now shush.”
    The time passed quickly for Daniel whilst the pair engaged. Susana’s natural understanding of intimacy, and her ability to tap into his consciousness without a