Entry XL--Gentle Reminder

The distorted reflections of downtown buildings--what passes for skyscrapers here in Quake City--warp by in the backseat window of this town car I sit in, being driven to meet Ms. Cabal.

She invited me for a private lunch; while she didn't tell me the nature of the meeting, I told Cassandra it was 'publishing related' and she accepted that. For all I know it could in fact be 'publishing related'--though I doubt it highly.

More likely than not it will concern the progress of the cult. I can do away with the facade that I'll be 'updating' her to any degree; it's she that'll be telling me what I'm doing wrong--or what I better do next.

The car scales Nob Hill before arriving at the Bartlett Hotel, owned by Ms. Cabal, along with the top floor skyview restaurant/bar that affords those who can afford it one of the most spectacular views of the City by the Bay.

Dropped off by my favorite kind of driver--silent.

we don't have a private room---the whole bar is ours to do as we see fit.

As she sees fit to be precise.

As I'm lead into the room by a immaculately cleaned and dressed waiter, Ms. Cabal is already waiting there, seated at a table with a glass of white wine and conducting some sort of business from her laptop.

Wonder in that moment whether or not Ms. Cabal would prefer it if she could just do all her correspondence telepathically instead of having to bother with such primitive devices as computers and cellphones.

As I arrive at my seat, receive my answer

"Humanity as is presently constituted is not prepared for telepathy. Hell, they can barely manage proper etiquette on the Internet. While it is tedious, I accept the necessity and reality of the limitations of present-day communications.

"I knew what I was getting into when I first descended into matter after I decided to set out to clear this mess up on this lovable, maddening planet."

Twist my head around my shoulder to see if any of the staff were in within earshot, eliciting a portioned laugh from Ms. Cabal.

Oh yeah, that's right. She would know if any of them were listening to--let alone comprehending what she said. Her omniscience sure comes in handy sometimes.

Also can't let it pass without noting how very weird it was to hear Ms. Cabal use the word 'lovable'

In the pause of conversation, a waiter conveniently pulls up to the side of our table, with pen in hand, seemingly ready to take down any request I would dare to make.

"Order anything you like, Darwin, there's a full kitchen in the back."

Peruse a menu and decide it's best if I eat light: "Spanish rice and a baked potato--no butter, please."

"And to drink, sir?"

Better to stay alert, too: "Glass of iced tea."

The waiter nods, takes my menu and disappears instantly, not even permitting enough time for him to get on my nerves.

Nothing left to do but wait for our drinks, and Ms. Cabal appears to be laying back, forcing me to take the bait.

Curiousity and confusion welling up in me, I finally break and ask: "What did you want to talk about, Ms. Cabal?"

"Cassandra."

"What about her?"

"She has a secret I think you should know about."

Those ten simple words send my world crashing down as all the worst-case-scenarious dance though my skull

Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes before providing another dose of reassurance, "Relax, Darwin, she's not cheating on you or planning on leaving you.

"On the contrary, this is a secret that can prove most beneficial to our cause."

"Cause?"

"Forming the cult."

"The secret is that Cassandra has always wanted to live in a cult?"

Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes even more severly this go round. "No, Darwin, Cassandra has a submissive side."

Suddenly all the implications of that hit me; and it was never anything she's hinted at in the slightest, not in any of our sexcapades.

"Presently, she only expresses it in her paintings, it is not something she deals with consciously very often, if at all."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Dominate her--in bed. Impose your will on her, and tell her that other people are going to live there and that you and she will be starting a cult."

"Are you sure about this or is this just to get me to convince her to start the cult."

For the third time, Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes in such a manner that I don't really want to see it happen again.

LATER

She makes a simple gesture, and suddenly the entire wait staff disappears from complete sight--I mean even if I was dying for another salad fork I'd be shit out of luck.

Lights dim too, a tad ominous.

"Get out of your chair, Darworm"

Uh oh.

Nothing left to do when she's raised the stakes this high but comply

That night in bed with Cassandra, I'm on top of her as usual. Not that it was ever a hit of her alleged latent submission, but she does not like to be on top, that's for sure.

Desperately trying to figure out the best way to do this; but know I have to so something tonight. Ms. Cabal didn't have me over there for her health

Ms. Cabal...that's the reason I just have to do this--she wouldn't tell me Cassandra has a submissive side unless it were true.

Ms. Cabal doesn't have to lie, especially with me.

Decide to use sex as the impetus to instill dominance in our relationship--or at least when it comes to the cult.

With my cock already snug in her cunt, start grinding away until I get worked up--not quite frenzied, but still, worked up enough to where I let my darker primal side take over...

First thing is pinning down her wrists with my hands. The widening of her eyes tells me she likes it.

Ms. Cabal wouldn't lead me down the wrong track...

In the midst of it all, Cassandra turns her face towards me in a peculiar fashion...

It takes awhile for me to catch on...

Of course, I am distracted by that minor detail of my cock pounding away at her pussy

But when I see her eyes leading my attention to my hand, previously just hanging there not doing much

Quickly put it to good use by swinging it forth and laying it across Cassandra's rosy cheeks

Her face grimaces--but just for a moment--then it's more like dissatisfaction she flashes me...

I didn't hit her hard enough, apparently.

So I oblige her in full, letting my frustrations over being controlled by Ms. Cabal spill over into my frustrations with Cassandra for--shit, I don't know, like maybe paying more attention to her godamn easel instead of me?


And as my flat of my palm strikes her delicate cheekbone with renewed vigor, she emits a cry that is as genuine an expression of pain as it is laced with ecstasy.

Damn it all if Ms. Cabal wasn't right again--this is what she wants--and she probably doesn't even know it.

Her erotic response is immediate; feel her pussy walls close in even tighter on my ever thickening shaft.

But instead of doing the expected--giving her what she wants--by digging deeper, I abruptly pull out.

The frustration on her face is prominent like a bas-relief, but then, that's just what I wanted

"C'mon Darwin, I haven't come yet..."

"I know. You're not going to, until..."

"Until what?"

"Until you agree to let Simon move in here."

She flashes me a look like she can't believe I'm actually demanding that in lieu of fucking her...

But oh yes, I am...

And just to assure her that I'm not fucking around--nor fucking her--I lay another cold hard slap against her waiting cheek.

Her scowl confirms it brought pain and the way her hips convulse tell me it brought an equal measure of pleasure

Cassandra nods her acquiescence; her decision made.

And only then do I return my still stiff prick into her hungry hole

Fuck her fast and furious, coming quite quickly inside her, long before she does.

Just the way I wanted it.

She remains unfulfilled, while I remain pleased.

"You'll come when--and only when--Simon is living under this roof."

Now the joy in the pain is removed, so she's left with nothing but raw anger.

Don't give a shit; pull out of her, roll over and fall asleep within the minute to the strings over her frustrated panting.