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That this time he would love her through the duration of the time they were about to spend together. That had never happened before. There was always a point during their sexual encounters where he disappeared into some dark place within himself and what emerged was harsh, cold and sometimes evil. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of that evil; she had experienced it. She had taken part in it. There were occasions when she desperately craved it.
    "I want you to stand up and undress for me, Kali. Will you do that?"
    Looking up at him, without thinking, she did as he asked. Knowing the exact order that he preferred, she began with her shoes and socks, then her hair-tie came out. Looking at him, seeking approval, and receiving it by the slight nod of his head, she removed her running pants. He stood up and moved towards her. Stopping within inches of her quivering, taut body, he kneeled, his hands reaching out to run lightly over her bare skin from her ankles, up her legs and stopping on her hips. He hooked his thumbs on the sides of her panties and pulled them straight down to the floor. Knowing what he wanted next, she raised her arms straight up and stayed perfectly still while he pulled her tank top up and off of her torso. He moved away and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching and wanting. She waited for his nod and then lifted her sports bra off, exposing her pale, full breasts. She then cupped her own breasts with her hands, rubbing her nipples between her thumb and index fingers all the while watching the lust grow within his glorious body. She felt the wetness intensify between her legs.
    Nate motioned for her to come towards him, and she came to the edge of the bed where he was sitting and kneeled down in front of him. "No baby, we aren't going to play our normal roles today. Today, you are going to allow me to serve you. Do you think you can do that, Kali?"
    "Yes."
    "I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you. What is the first thing that you want me to do?" he asked.
    "I want you to kiss me like you mean it," she said, in a soft voice. She wasn't used to having a say when it came to where or how he touched her, and it felt awkward being asked to control the order of events.
    "And, after that? What do you want me to do next, Kali?" he asked, encouraging her to lead him.
    "I want you to put your fingers inside me."
    "Where, Kali? Where do you want my fingers?"
    "I want you to put them between my legs."
    "Kali, you remember how this works, don't you? Do you remember how specific I have always been with you? You need to do the same. I want you to tell me exactly, and with very specific detail, what you want me to do to your body," he said.
    She pulled back for a moment and looked down at the floor. This was not what she wanted. Why couldn't he just be normal, she thought? Why couldn't he just let it happen between them, without commands or requests or a verbal walk through of the entire series of acts? Feeling frustrated, confused but also intensely turned on as was the usual array of feelings about sex when she was with Nate, she complied.
    "After you kiss me, I want you to put two fingers inside me. I want you to put them in deep and I want you to move them in and out slowly."
    "And then?" he asked, urging her to continue.
    "Then, I want you to turn me on my stomach and kiss and caress my body from my neck to my feet," she said and then went silent, staring off towards the wall on the far side of the bedroom.
    "That's all, Kali? Do you want anything else from me?"
    "Yes, I want you to love me, Nate. I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me like I am a woman that you adore, not like a piece of flesh that you can replace. I want you to see me, look at me when you're inside of me. I want to hear your voice saying that you love me while you are making me moan. I want you, not the masked, heartless version of who you play in bed. I want to see, feel the real you - the you who waited on the