D/s and Ayn Rand?

I've been re-reading Atlas Shrugged, a monstrosity of philosphy and a masterpiece of literature. While I can't agree with Ayn Rand (Ayn is pronounced as though it rhymes with 'mine,' not 'man'), I'm struck anew by the many passages relating to one of her themes: a cold, strong, powerhouse of a woman is dominated sexually by a colder, stronger, more powerhouse of a man.

It's both academic and sexy.

Below are some examples from this novel:

The diamond band on the wrist of her naked arms gave her the most feminine of all aspects: the look of being chained.

and

Fransisco stopped, looked at her, and slapped her face.

She felt ...[a] violent pleasure that Francisco had done it. She felt pleasure frm the full, hot pain in her cheek and from the taste of blood in the corner of her mouth. She felt plesure in what she suddenly grasped about him, about herself and about his motive. She...stood facing him in he consciousness of a new power, feeling herself his equal for the first time.

"Come here," he ordered.

She laughed, stepping back. "Oh no. I want to keep it as it is. I hope it swells terribly. I like it."

and

He seized her, she felt her lips in his mouth, felt her arms graspig
him in violent answer, and knew for the fist time how mch she had wanted him to
do it. ...He held her, pressing the length of his body against hers with a tese,
purposeful insistence, his hand moving over her breasts as if he were learning a
proprietor's intimacy with her body, a shocking intimacy that needed no consent
from her, no permission. She tried to pull herself aay, but she only leaned back
against his arms long enough to see his face and his smile.

She knew that fear was useless, that he would do what he wished, that the
decision was his, that he left nothing possible to her except this thing she
wanted most--to submit.

and

She felt as if she were crying to him: Don't ask me for it--oh, don't ask me--do
it!

Sexy literature! :)