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catch the train, the freak train, that is,” she said. Destini picked up her folder. “So, I’ll call you tomorrow to see what was up or what went down. Toodles!”
    Destini smiled. “I love you, Naiya, but sometimes I have to wonder if you’re sane,” she yelled at the closing door.
     

Five
     
    “Uh…wa-wa-wait..uuh-oh…ooo-ohh….God!”
    “Not God, sugar. It’s Rain,” she panted. Rain worked her hips with concentrated pelvic thrusts. She dug her nails into the caps of his knees. She rode him like a show-pony, backwards. Sweat rolled like a lonely tear down her spine to the crack of her ass, which clenched and unclenched. Her back-and-forth motion had him bucking on the mattress. Rain cast another look over her shoulder at her guy, just like she liked him, tied down to the bed and blindfolded. This one submitted to her games. She needed a change. The rebellion of her last lover disturbed her. He never removed his mask. But after their role reversal and passionate sex filled night she wanted to know his name. But he left. She hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. This lover was weak or just very open to her whims. Whatever his reason for submission, he would have to do.
    His chest was covered in splotchy red patches from the candle-wax burns. She fixed him with clamps on his nipples and one attached to his scrotum. He squirmed and bucked his hips, grunting expletives.
    “It’s good baby, isn’t it? Tell me… tell me… mmm... so good! I want to hear you say it!” His dick was thick, not long, and it behaved wonderfully when he shot all five inches upward with his hip thrusts. Yes, he was damn good, yummy even. She worked her ass once more for good measure, and he hissed like a deflating balloon. It came from a place low and deep.
    Rain gasped after she suddenly lifted her ass and bounced it on his cock.
    Bounce… rotate… bounce… rotate… a rhythmic dance that set her teeth to chattering …
    Destini stopped mid-type, finger on the period, eyes glued to the last sentence. Rain was doing a lot of tying down lately, a lot of bondage sex. What Rain called Breaking the Man . She lifted her fingers from the keyboard as if the keys themselves had poison darts attached. Breathlessly, she scanned the passage and the one above it.
    Why was her writing going down this road? Before Russell left, Rain was in control of her own sexual prowess, looking for that soulful connection of someone just as centered as she. Rain, for Destini, was about a woman’s sexual awareness; her purpose wasn’t defined by what men or society dictated.
    And now what, Destini? No answer? I’ll tell you. Now Rain’s different. She’s frustrated, demanding, unfulfilled. You think that this is a coincidence? I wouldn’t say so. This is your issue, Destini, not Rain’s. Face it.
    To make matters worse, Destini’s readers were commenting. They weren’t buying into Rain’s change. They had already unmasked the identity of her secret lover. Her readers saw through her and were telling her about it.
    One wrote, What’s the fun in all this screwing if there is no real seduction, no believable push-and-pull with a little of the chase? Give us a break! We know who Mr. Green Eyes is.
    Another wrote, Don’t get me wrong, I like that Rain can get her freak on, but I’m a little tired of all the whoring around. Give Rain someone on her level. Teach Rain something for a change. Seriously, she can’t know everything!
    Still another wanted to know, I was with you three stories ago, but I think this will be my last. Women don’t have to be subjected to abuse or take it to be desired. You need to do your homework, girlfriend.
    Her inbox was loaded with questions, rants, comments that lingered in the recesses of her mind and made her question her writing, her motives.
    Seduction ? Women liked to be seduced. Okay, noted.
    Submission ? Sometimes women can be submissive without losing complete control in bed. Fine, duly noted.
    But what did she know