"Could you pick it up for me?" He asked her desperately. "Just use your hands."

"I'm sorry it's just too big, I can't lift it." She moaned.

The bookcase had fallen on him after he had pushed her body too hard against it. The pain of the impact was not the only pain he had in him. His unresolved passion still paced expectantly around his lower half.

A lot of heaving and squirming eventually set him free and the two fell in a laughing heap on the floor. Their lack of clothing seemed to have no effect on either of their body movements. Or perhaps they had just forgotten they were unclothed.

It had be two weeks since that fateful morning they had met. Their lives had instantly become entwined. Or maybe it was their bodies. Maybe just both. Christian and Anastasia were the perfect medicine for each other's malady. He was rough and strong with her, a dominance her early life had sorely lacked, and she was malleable and obedient to him in a sort of perfection that he had never seen nor even imagined could exist.

Her bedroom was now strewn with various objects of sexual value. An unraveled bow tie hung over the head of her bed, an organic leather cuff had been kicked under a chair. He had uncovered a dark, pain-loving side to her that previously he could only have wished was there. She was glad he had discovered this as she would never have shown it herself had he not been brave enough to try.

Anastasia's routine had become regular, revolving around going to work, getting home, finding Christian in her house, releasing any energy she had in herself, sleeping, waking up and going to work again. Work and Christian, work and Christian. That's all she had time for now, she had seen no other face besides her work colleagues in weeks. Despite spending all her free time with him, there was still and element of mystery that surrounded Christian. It was just his aura really, he seemed so introverted in spite of his enthusiastic domination of her.

She was terribly curious of him. He knew everything about the way she lived, the way she arranged her furniture, how much washing powder she used but she knew nothing about him. I bet you have feng shui in your apartment, oh and a herb garden for sure, her thought was sarcastic but at the same time she was almost confident what she thought was in fact the case.

"I want to take you to my apartment tonight." It was almost as though her had read her mind, sometimes she believed he really could, they way he could satisfy her needs to the point of perfection. "The furnishing is finished now and there won't be any bookcases endangering anyone's lives."

She punched him jokingly, "Hey, I liked that shelf, I didn't make it fall on purpose."

"I'll pick you up from work so don't drive your earth-killing machine today."

Yet again, she was distracted from her work by her imaginations of Christian. The case she was working on was beginning to suffer a little as her mind was never quite there in the meetings she had with her client. He was beginning to get upset with her, he was facing a rather hefty jail sentence if she did her job badly and they both knew it.

Mr Casey was a small man, with sharp eyes and a face that had seen many things. But he did not seem a hard man, he was quite polite, quick witted and he smiled a lot but he had a knack for making people feel as though they were always in danger when they were around him. It may have had something to do with the trail of murders his henchmen had left in his wake, however the freezing of his funds since his arrest had made him marginally less dangerous. His embezzlement charges seemed to almost suit his personality and she had a feeling he would need to get much more used to them after his case went to session.

He had been talking at her for the past hour and a half and she was lost to the point of his words. "Your trial begins next Wednesday, the court has advised you relocate to a apartment nearer to the chambers for simplicity's sake."

"They seem confident." He said bitterly. "Those police will probably have my assets on the black market by the afternoon."

"I've had my secretary make arrangements for you, your essential furniture is being moved as we speak." She was careful about what she said, he was a dangerous man if one did something he did not approve of. "We'll meet again in a few days to make the final arrangements for the case."

She sighed as she shut the door to his disappearing back, it was calm before the storm of his trial and she needed a stress release. Her phone vibrated in her pocket making her smile at the realization that the wait was over. She picked up her bag and was out the door in a flash, yelling goodbye to her secretary behind her desk in the foyer.

He took her to a new, modern looking building in the inner city. It was the kind of building she thought only celebrities and royalty could afford to live in. She had clearly underestimated what he meant by the term "the money I was born into". He led her through the foyer to the elevator. As he pressed PENTHOUSE on the panel, she almost lost her footing. So this is the sort of life you come to me from, Christian, she thought.

The bell of the elevator doors opened their way into a wide open hall, lit dimly by what clearly had to be environmentally friendly down lights. He led her by the hand to a large open plan kitchen where he proudly presented a variety of up to date kitchen appliances that he clearly had not had the pleasure of using yet. She noticed the number of buttons that were available for him to press and could not help becoming slightly jealous of them.

It was not long, however, before he began to press her buttons. The pent up stress of her day was released as he took away her will with his hands. As his body adventured over hers, he was edging them towards a doorway at the far end of the kitchen. The door was ajar, no light escaped from it. It was almost mystical to behold.

The door slammed back against the wall as he pushed her backwards into the room. She could see things hanging from the ceiling and lined up along the wall that cast frightful shadows across the wall from the light in the doorway. There was a wide flat bed positioned low to the floor. They fell upon it, bouncing a little although the surface was quite firm. He pushed her down against the bed, removing both of their clothes before standing up and reaching towards one of the racks on the ceiling.

The wooden spoon hit her upper thigh with a crack. She moaned loudly, laughing inwardly a little at the sight of the collection of kitchen implements he had acquired since the week before. She rolled onto her front, begging him to keep going. He brought the spoon down again and again, until red and blue marks began to appear over her.

He reached towards one of the many pot plants in the room, cracking in half a thick fleshy leaf. He rubbed the thick white sap over her thighs soothing the blemishes. She relished the feeling and reached for him, pulling him inside of her, the pain of her bruises completely gone from her mind. They made sweet, violent love amongst the sweet smell of leaves and cane walls.

It was dark outside when they finally emerged into the lounge room from the Green Room of Cane. His lounge room was the epitome of eco friendly grandeur. A wood-burning fireplace sat dormant in the wall. A grand piano took a majestic position in the middle of the room.

"You play piano?" She was surprised by this revelation.

"Yeah, I used to learn as a child." He sounded evasive. " I've recently taken to teaching myself the ukulele."

"Okay maestro, where's the demonstration?"

She pulled up a chair to watch him. "Oh, no, no use this chair." He sounded a little panicked as he put the chair back where it had come from and guided her onto a chaise lounge beside the piano. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a stickler for feng shui.

"I knew it!" She laughed, flopping backwards onto the lounge.

"This is dedicated to my deep interest, in the act of physical love making. It's very long." He said. "It's by a band I saw in this really small, underground venue last year."

When he finished playing she applauded enthusiastically. He had a frustrated look on his face. "Someone really needs to invent a mustache friendly harmonica." He said with feeling. "I've been wanting to add some harmonies to that song but I can't play with my mustache and there is no way I'm shaving it off, it has too much character."

She had to admit the roughness of his sparse mustache greatly enhanced the experience of being with him. "Well you have the money for it, why don't you just sponsor someone to invent it?" She reached over to stroke his mustache curiously.

"I think that inventions need to be a personal thing, you know? Like, the inventor should have the idea, otherwise there's no passion and if there's not passion, there's no perfection."

She was still amused by his philosophical moments as they were so drastically different from the way he acted with her most of the time. She knew it was probably because most of their interactions did not involve speaking. Their one that followed certainly didn't.