Introduction

Sexuality is a power like any other, it can be used, abused or controlled. Mel is the ice queen of the university, everyone wants her and nobody gets her. Accept Mel has a secret, theres one man that can play her at her own game and he knows it.

Story

Why on Earth did i agree to that?

The question hung in Mel's head like a slowly melting fragment of ice, as he cooly turned his back on her and went to talk to some other girl. Mel should know better, she knew she was pathetic to make him like her, but she simply could not help herself. She'd just agreed to one of his house parties and to bring her fair share of booze. More than her fair share, she thought bitterly.

With any other guy Mel would have given them "the look". That is the look a girl gives a guy who she really really wasn't interested in. At all, it was icy and held withering amount of contempt. Most guys backed down there and then. Those that didn't would have to suffer a barrage of put downs, buying drinks and teasing. They very much reminded Mel of a slobbering dog, wagging its tail so eager to please. Boring as a two hour psychology exam, if not worse.

He was another matter, a challenge. It was hard to say exactly how but the confident, cheeky smile and light hearted warmth in his eyes just did it for her. He wasn't soft or particulary nice. Not to her. In truth, she had always liked him but simply never shown it. Mel was sure he was aware of her feelings, but couldn't get past a certain uncomfortable twist in her gut. Mel was being played at her own cruel game.

Everyone meets their match, what goes around comes around...

Yeah, your easy.

Dave had gone for Mel as a challenge, something new and exciting. He had observed, with a certain amount of amusement, just exactly how the ice queen treated her hopeful subjects. He saw through Mel like he did most people, could tell how they felt towards him. It was uncannily accurate. From Mel he got lust and longing.

Great, thats exactly what I need.

It was a creul, highly sarcastic sneer in his mind. Dave could have virtually any girl he pleased. He applied his little gift, said and did the right things and useual had something to keep him occupied in the night, perhaps the morning. It wasn't that Dave was particulary uncaring or whats termed as being a player of the game. Rather female company, of that particular brand, was the only thing that actually did anything for him emotionally.

Dave thought Mel had potential, but he had to break the back of the b***h and put a puncture in her ego. She dripped vanity, normally this would put Dave off, but he knew there was far more to Mel than she let on. He had, in truth, invested a lot of time over the course of University. Short conversations, enough just to whittle away at Mel until...well here it was.

Dave had a choice, use his knowledge to reallf give her a taste of her own medicine. Many would see it has justice. Or to keep on going and, when he deemed her ready make his move. Mel wanted someone strong, someone like Dave, someone who was strong. Dave knew Mel's little secret. The ice queen wanted to be conquered by a King. Dave was more than happy to oblige.

Roleplay

The parties in full swing, Mel has already withered five of Dave's friends after their clumsy advances. Dave had stepped in, in the nick of time, to prevent any further damage to his friends. For selfish reasons, he wants Mel and Mel secretly wants him. Dave whisper's in her ear, his friends notice her blush and Dave's confident smile. Tonight is the night that the Queen is conquered. This roleplay is a battle between two dominants for supremecy, Dave has underestimated Mel