her chin up, but then realized there was nowhere really to go. Way to make
an exit.
Confronted with an utter lack of alternatives, she went into the bathroom. As she paced between
the shower and the sink, she felt like a horse in a stall-
With no warning at all she was tackled from behind, pushed face-first into the wall and held in
place by a rock-hard body twice the size of her own. Her gasp was first one of shock, then one of
sex as she felt V grind into her ass.
«I tried to tell you no,» he growled as his hand buried itself in her hair and locked on, pulling her
head back. As she cried out she ran wet between her legs. «Tried to be nice.»
«Oh… God-«
«Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane.» There was regret in his voice-as well as
erotic inevitability. «I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine.»
She wanted this, She wanted him. «Please-«
«Shh.» He cranked her head to the side with a twist of his wrist, exposing her throat. «When I
want you to beg, I'll tell you.» His tongue was warm and wet as it rode up her neck. «Now ask
me what I'm going to do to you.»
She opened her mouth, but could only pant.
He tightened the hold on her hair. «Ask me. Say, 'what are you going to do to me?' «
She swallowed. «What… what are you going to do to me?»
He wheeled her to one side, all the while keeping his hips tight to her ass. «You see that sink,
Jane?»
«Yes…» Holy shit, she was going to orgasm-
«I'm going to bend you over that sink and make you hold on to the sides. Then I'm going to pull
your pants off.»
Oh, Jesus …
«Ask me what's next, Jane.» He licked up her throat again, then clamped what she knew was a
fang onto her earlobe. There was a delicious lick of pain, followed by another rush of heat
between her legs.
«What's… next?» she breathed.
«I'm going to get on my knees.» His head went down and he nipped her collarbone. «Say to me
now, 'And then what, V.' «
She nearly sobbed, so aroused her legs started to fail her. «And then what?»
He tugged on her hair. «You forgot the last part.»
What was the last part-what was the last… «V.»
«No, you start over. From the beginning.» He pushed his arousal into her, a hard ridge that
clearly wanted in her now. «Start over, and do it right this time.»
From out of nowhere an orgasm came bearing down on her, the momentum carried forward by
the rasp of his voice in her-
«Oh, no, you don't.» He backed off from her body. «You don't come now. When I say you can,
you will. Not before.»
Disoriented and aching, she sagged as the need to release receded.
«Now say the words I want to hear.»
What were they? «And then what… V?»
«I'm going to get on my knees, run my hands up the backs of your thighs, and spread you open
for my tongue.»
That orgasm rushed back at her, making her legs tremble.
«No,» he said in a growl. «Not now. And only when I say.»
He maneuvered her to the sink and did exactly what he'd told her he would. He bent her over,
planted her hands on either side of the basin, and commanded, «Hold on.»
She tightened her hands up good and hard.
He used both his palms on her, running them up under her shirt, cupping her breasts. Then they
were down over her stomach and around to her hips.
He yanked her pants down with one sharp pull. «Oh… fuck. This is what I want.» His leather-
clad hand gripped her ass and massaged it. «Lift this leg.»
She did, and her yoga sweats disappeared off her foot. Her thighs were pushed apart and… yes,
his hands, one gloved, one not, coasted upward. Her core was running hot and needy as she felt
herself bared to him.
«Jane…» he whispered reverently.
There was no prelude, no easing into what he did to her. It was his mouth. Her core. Two sets of
lips meeting. His fingers dug into her cheeks and kept her in place as he went to work, and she
totally lost track of what was his tongue or his goateed chin or his mouth. She could feel herself
being penetrated between lapping drags, hear the sounds of flesh on flesh, knew the mastery he
had over her.
«Come for me,» he demanded against her core. «Right now.»
The orgasm arrived in a devastating blast that had her bucking against the sink until one of her
hands
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