A frank discussion of power.

"Can we stick to Jane for now?" Ryan asked. She started to reply but paused as a new idea formed in her mind.

"No," she said flatly. "It's Sophia."

Ryan was stunned by her sudden denial. "What? Why? Don't you like your old name?"

"Of course I do," she said. "I like everything, and I'm starting to realize how much power that gives me."

"We already went over that when you slapped me around in the restaurant," Ryan grumbled. "You can't feel embarrassed so you can embarass-"

"Shut up and listen," she said cheerfully. "It's not just embarrassment. I can't feel guilt or shame or even regret! The only thing keeping me from doing something horrible is the fact that I don't really feel like it."

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Ryan asked, amazed.

"Try to keep up, dumbass. I can do anything I want now! Don't you see? I live in a completely different universe from you!"

He was slightly alarmed by the tone and content of her words. "What about the personas? Aren't you just trying different things?"

"Exactly," she said. "I've only been nice to you because I feel better than I ever have, but that doesn't mean I have to be nice. I could throw you off my balcony and never live to regret it!"

"But what about your moral compass?" Ryan protested. "Your sense of justice? Wouldn't those stop you from killing me?"

Sophia shrugged. "So far they have, but who knows how long that will last? Will I still feel that way in a month? Besides, we already demonstrated that I can act contrary to my own personality and nature effortlessly. If you think about it, I'm kind of a ticking time bomb."

Ryan was staring at her, mouth agape. She giggled at how silly he looked and booped him on the nose before leaning back onto the bed contentedly. She pulled him down beside her and locked him in a kiss, bringing one hand up to his face while the other toyed idly with his chest hair. He broke the kiss and looked at her with concern.

"Jane, what-"

"Sophia," she interrupted.

"Fine. Sophia, what are you doing? You just explained to me that you're a monster and now you're trying to fuck me again?"

She made a mocking sad face. "Aw, are you scared I'm gonna bite off your dick or something? I'd promise not to, but you know you can't trust me. I'm trying to fuck you because I'm horny and I don't care if I freaked you out. You did this to me, remember?"

Sophia climbed on top of him, her toned legs straddling his torso, and put her hands on his chest. Brushing against her raw, moist slit, his member began to stiffen again. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her long raven hair, her breasts sweaty and taut above her visible ribs and abdominal muscles. Ryan began to protest but she put a hand over his mouth.

"No talking right now," she said. "Fuck me. Give me a good O and we can continue the discussion afterwards."

With that, Sophia guided herself onto his shaft and cried out. Her language skills left her as pleasure rolled across her mind and body. She took her hand off of Ryan's mouth and he moaned deeply. Her thrusts sped up and Ryan gasped, his shaft lighting up with delight as it moved within her. Sophia grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

"Squeeze them!" she cried, and he did. "Harder! Harder!"

Ryan squeezed hard and felt his nails dig into her flesh. She shouted joyfully and began ramming herself against him with even more vigor. He felt hot liquid on his hands and chest and just as he realized what it was they were both coming. Ryan felt an urgent pain as she raked her fingernails across his back, and he cried out as well. After a moment both collapsed, her panting on top of him. She rolled off and he looked at his hands in horror.

"I- I drew blood!" he cried, staring at the small amount of red fluid trickling down his fingers. "I'm so sorry!"

She laughed at that and showed him her equally bloody nails. "I got you back!" she said playfully. "Besides, you were just following orders. Man, that really, really fucking hurt. My grapefruits are gonna be sore for days!"

He looked over and winced. Her breasts looked painful, with large red marks where he had grasped them and small crescent-moon shaped scratches where his nails had dug in. Ryan reached around and touched his back gingerly only to discover more blood coming from his own wounds.

"I think you're gonna need new sheets," Sophia said with a shit-eating grin.