Chapter 5: Resolution
The high ceiling bedroom, illuminated by the gentle glow of amber ambient light. The walls, lined with arched vast mirrors, reflected a sprawling selection of masculine ornaments - dark chestnut wood, maroon leather, solid iron - fitting statements of sensual strength. At the heart of the room stood a Mayor's majestic, four-poster bed, the perfect centerpiece in which to tame a submissive.
Cass, the unmissable queen of the lair, stilled herself into position and struck a defiant pose.
Her muscles rippled under her tanned skin, a monument to her physical achievements. She watched her diminutive plaything, Josh, shrink in the presence of her masculine dominance.
"Listen carefully, sweetheart," she spoke, a dangerous warning edge coating her deep voice. Her large, callused hands dwarfed his delicate chin as she forced him to peer directly into her intense, hazel eyes. "I've got higher testosterone than you. My body's that of a goddamn goddess.
I have broad, doubly-jointed shoulders that any linebacker would envy. Although soft, my muscles roll and undulate in waves across my body as I flex to showcase my confident form. My belly sports the faintest line of a six-pack, two lesser abdominal muscles that point like a divot to the promised land below. And my hips, the best part of my body, highlight the flare of my thighs that have conquered countless weight rooms.