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He pressed her up against the wall.

Her soft gasp was more of arousal than surprise or fear.  Her eyes looked up into his as she held very still.

He knew this frozen stance, this freezing in place, this holding of the prey when it knows there is nowhere to run from the predator.  The prey waits to see when, not if, the hunter will pounce.

“What? No snappy words or fencing of philosophies now?” He softly growled.

She shook her head.  “No…not now.  There are no words…for now.”

His hands went to the wall on either side of her head, and he leaned in closer.  “No words, eh?  What is it time for, Dear One?” He purred near her right ear.

Softly, she mewled a little and bared her throat to him.

He was wise and experienced enough to know what she was telling him.  It could very well be her body that was betraying her more than her own mind or even heart.  “Very well.” He leaned in further and kissed the junction of her neck to her shoulder.

She moaned and made her hands into fists to keep from throwing her arms around his neck.  He saw it but kissed slightly higher with a faint tap of his hot tongue, then trailed up to behind her ear.

“Is it surrender?  Or is it discovering what you knew you were from the beginning?” He asked as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Please?” She murmured.  Her hands opened and began to reach up his shoulders.

“Use your words, your glorious, passionate words now.  Please, what?” He nearly spat into her ear.

A whimper came from her as she bit her lower lip.  “Oh, God, what you’re doing to me!  It’s not fair!”

“Who said I was going to be fair, Dear?” He chuckled softly as his hands lowered to pull her closer to his chest.  

Her body melted into his.  Was it her or her body speaking now?  He knew she wasn’t even sure right now.

“Please?” She begged now, and they both knew it.

“Words, Dear.  Tell me.” He said, and he knew she heard it as a command.

She swore softly.  “Please, just kiss me and be done with it.” Her arms now circled his neck, and she bowed her body into his.  Her face upturned and her lips parted in need.

“I’ll kiss…but that is just the beginning…” He took her, claimed her mouth, her tongue, her very air.

She moaned into his mouth and pressed herself into him as if to make two bodies into one.

His hands now freely roamed down her back and cupped that lovely ass of hers.  With a quick movement, he lifted her off her feet.  As he’d planned, her legs wrapped around his hips.

SMACK.

He swatted one cheek.

“Bastard.” She growled at him through her crushed lips.

“I shouldn’t do it again?” He asked with amusement.

She threw her head back.  “Do what you will…I won’t…I can’t stop you.”

He swatted the other cheek, and she groaned.

“Did your pussy just clench for me, Dear?” He whispered into her neck as he nuzzled.

“Stop that…no fair…do damned fair!” She cried softly.  How could he know what her body had just done?  How?  Because he knew how to play her like a fine instrument.  He’d done it to her mind, and now he was going to do it to her body.  

“I don’t play fair, Dear.  I thought you knew that.” He growled as his hands bunched up her skirt to her waist.  There was heated, wet warmth against his crotch.

Looking down, he chuckled.  “No panties, Dear?  What am I to think of that?”

She whimpered and then growled.  “Just shut up and fuck me already.  Please?  Please? There…I begged…please?”

He lowered her onto her couch.  “Yes, you did.  Good girl.  Good girls get good things.” He reached down.

She heard him unzip his pants, and she spread herself even wider for him.  God, what he’d turned her into!  She gave in, surrendered, and groaned as he impaled her deeply, and all rationality was now gone.