Spicy Hot
I rocked her, wordless, until she fell asleep, exhausted and conquered.
Last year, on a business trip to Tokyo. In the hotel room overlooking the megacity, I had ordered her to stand naked at the window, facing the sea of lights, while I worked on my computer. The humiliation of being displayed, even without witnesses, made her tremble all over. She stood there, obedient, offered, until I wanted her. Then I took her standing up, her reflection and that of the city's neon lights merging on the windowpane.