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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net,
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life, and Sands/Jeffrey from
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We�re really not quite sure
ourselves. On with the story.

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She looked at him, then at the bucket, then back at him. The second their eyes met again, she
furiously started trying to get free.
�No. Not ice. It�s bad enough that I�m always cold without
that.�

Jeffrey simply ignored her protests.
She�d willingly placed herself at his mercy . . . why was she shocked to
find that there was little mercy to be found?

�You wanted to make yourself vulnerable to me, my silly little
vixen. While I�m sure you�ll have fun, that was probably not the smartest thing you could have
done. But it�s much too late for regrets
now,� he said with a smirk, reaching into the bucket and pulling out a single
ice cube which he placed on her stomach.
She immediately flinched with a gasp, causing the ice cube to slide off of her stomach and land on the bed beside her. Jeffrey
clicked his tongue at that. �Naughty
vixen. This will take ever so much
longer if you fight me,� Jeffrey drawled with a wicked smile that let her know
he was more than willing to stretch this little . . . punishment out as long as
it took. �Now, are you going to behave?�
he asked before kissing and licking the wet trail the ice cube had left, causing
her to gasp again at the stark contrast his hot mouth made with her now
slightly chilled flesh.

Salida tried to roll away, but all that she got for her pains was a
smart swat to the rear. �I can make this
last as long as it takes for you to give in, vixen.� Jeffrey�s hands turned her back so she was
facing him.

�Jeffrey ��

He cut her off with a kiss. She
fought � his domination and the feelings he was stirring up inside her � only
to find she had absolutely nowhere to run.

Jeffrey pulled away and waited for Salida to catch her breath, waiting
for her to protest again so he could silence her. And she didn�t disappoint.

�Jeffrey, I ��

Salida could have cried out in frustration when Jeffrey once again took
control of her mouth, this time placing an ice-chilled hand on her breast. It was true that the sudden pinpricks of cold
were . . . indescribable, but. . . . She
screamed when Jeffrey slipped a piece of ice under the waistband of her
jeans. It rested right on her tailbone,
and he held it there until it was completely melted.

�Jeffrey!�

�God, woman. Do I have to gag
you?�

She glared at him, then opened her mouth to
speak. He clapped a hand over her mouth
before she could. �You�re only proving
my case, vixen.�

Salida kept her mouth shut, but her eyes were blazing blue fire at him. Jeffrey laughed. �Does my little vixen not like the cold? Well I guess I�ll just have to keep her warm
then,� he said with a wink, laughing again when he saw her roll her eyes. He leaned back for a moment and unbuttoned
Sands� black silk shirt and flung it to the floor with abandon, leaning over
Salida�s body and warming it slightly with his body heat. He did this for a few moments before he
reached into the ice bucket again and pulled out another ice cube and put it
down the front of her pants this time, running his chilled hands over her
sensitive nub and deeper, even going so far as to push the ice cube gently into
her deep heat, causing her to scream at the contact.

Salida couldn�t keep her body from bucking wildly under his as the
dramatic difference between hot and cold made her come, fast and hard. She also couldn�t help the almost pained
whimpers that escaped her as icy fire raced up and down her spine, causing her
body to arch and her legs to clench around the very hand that was gifting her with such a double-edged release. Part of her mind was aware that she was
trying to free her hands and that the linen ties that bound them over her head
were biting into her wrists, but she couldn�t seem to care; her hands kept
trying to pull free of their own accord.

Finally the fire and chills stopped wracking her body, and she went
limp, every muscle in her body throbbing as she tried to catch her breath. She forced her eyes to open and then to
focus, only to find that Jeffrey was watching her and that his eyes were hot
enough to scald. Swallowing hard, she
whispered breathlessly, �Bastard. Now
I�m cold and wet.� If he thought she was going to give in that
easily, he had another thing coming.

�This may be my sociopathic tendencies speaking, but I don�t find myself
the least bit remorseful, vixen.� He
pretended to stop and think about it. �Nope,
not at all,� he said with a bemused smirk before moving down to her feet to
remove her shoes. Once that was
accomplished � with no help whatsoever from Salida � he reached to pull down
her jeans. She again didn�t offer much
help, but he was determined and with a little effort, he managed to pull her
jeans down and off of her legs. He then noticed that she really was shivering
and frowned a bit before moving his head down to her stomach, continuing his
trail of hot kisses, moving his head around to kiss every spot he could reach
before coming once more to her chest. He
looked up at her before closing his mouth again over one nipple with a soft
growl, his hand moving up to give the other equal attention. �I�ll make you warm again, vixen,� he muttered
around her nipple, causing her to gasp a little as she felt his mouth move.

�You�d fucking better,� Salida said before closing her eyes with a groan.
�God you�re a bad influence. If I start saying �sugarbutt,�
I want you to put me out of my misery. It�ll
be best for both of us,� Salida joked lightly. She was still pissed at him, however.

Jeffrey smirked at that, but didn�t say a word. He merely kept up his ministrations, striving
to bring her back to her breaking point again as soon as possible. He wanted to hear her scream for him again.

Despite her determination to hold out and remain indifferent to Jeffrey�s
diligent attentions, Salida was quickly losing it again. It was all she could do to keep her muscles
locked and her mouth shut, but that didn�t hide her reaction at all. Her entire body was trembling with restrained
action and if she wasn�t careful, she was going to bite through her bottom
lip. Again.

Jeffrey noticed her battle against him, and all he could do was
figuratively shake his head and increase the suction he was employing on her
chest, determined to break her. He liked
her spirit, but he was the one with theimatimate control here. And she was going to learn that lesson, and
learn it well.

Salida finally felt her resistance start to crumble when he nipped at
her, the slight pain almost as startling as the cold had been earlier. She felt her teeth tighten to the verge of
breaking the skin of her lip, but she gasped before it could, realizing that
she was just adding to her own downfall.
The moment her mouth opened, Jeffrey was there, kissing her viciously,
aggressively . . . possessively . . . and she felt her resistance not just
crumble, but fall to dust. But she still
wasn�t ready to go without taking him with her.

It was Jeffrey�s turn to gasp as Salida wrapped her legs around his
waist, suddenly bringing their lower bodies into close contact. He had to bite back a groan as Salida threw
her head back and keened. It was nice to
see her so close to the edge again, but he disliked her attempt at trying to
turn the game back on him. She did that
much too often for his peace of mind.

�Ah, ah, ah. You�re ruining my
fun, vixen. That�s not how things are
supposed to work,� he said, glancing down at her legs wrapped tightly around his
waist. �You�re going to have to learn
who�s in control here, I see,� Jeffrey said with a melodramatic sigh that
caused Salida�s teeth to clench.

�You�re an arrogant bastard. You
know that?� she seethed.

�Yup. Now, where was I?� he said,
reaching down to pry her legs open so he could move to her side and out of her
reach. He wasn�t done playing yet. And he knew that with her hands tied she
couldn�t finish undressing him. He
looked up at her hands and frowned. �You�re
hurting yourself, vixen. Do you realize
that?� he asked curiously.

Salida looked up as well and saw that he was right � the loop of fabric
around her left wrist was faintly tinged pink.
Not that it hurt at the moment.
Looking back at Jeffrey she shrugged.
�It�ll match the bruise on my face, not to mention the hickies I�m sure you�re giving me. It�s no big deal.� He looked at her as if she wasn�t totally sane. Which
she wasn�t. �What?�

Jeffrey didn�t answer, just scooted her up the bed a bit so it�d be
harder for her to pull her bindings so tight.
�I�m not your fucking keeper . . . well, actually I am for the moment,
but if you say it�s not bothering you, I�ll let it go. I rather like you this way,� he said, trailing
a hand down her bare side, light enough to tickle. His hand stopped at the line of her underwear.
Before she had time to react, he had
lifted her up and pulled them off in one swift movement, leaving her naked on
the bed. �I like you this way better,
though,� he said, running his hands possessively over her trembling body. �You�re mine. You know that, right?�

�So I�ve heard,� she muttered, refusing to repeat his words just
yet. She knew he�d force her to say them
before the night was over, but she was willing to delay that for as long as
possible. She was his, and she didn�t
mind that, but some part of her insisted on holding up her pride, even though
she was bound and naked in front of a man who had complete control over
her. I
never said I was a genius, she thought as Jeffrey�s eyes narrowed at her
continued display of obstinacy. �Lover? I�m cold,� she murmured, trying not to react
to his light teasing.

�You�re certainly doing a good imitation of that, yes. But I bet I can make you hot, mi porfiada poco vixen.�

Stubborn little vixen. �And just how do you plan to go about doing
that, lover?�

Jeffrey smirked wickedly, and she found herself shivering at the sight,
wondering just what the hell she had gotten herself
into. Her thoughts faded as she watched
Jeffrey�s dark head move low between her legs. She couldn�t hold back the gasp that tore past
her lips as she felt his hot tongue move along the side of her right leg where
her hip met her thigh. He then nipped,
ever so lightly, on her swollen clit causing her to moan before he moved away
again. �Say it, vixen. You�re mine. Say it and I�ll give you what you want.� He could be pretty damn
stubborn when he wanted to, as well.

Salida shook her head, not meaning to deny him what he wanted, but
because she was unable to speak at all.
If this didn�t feel so good, she�d hate him for what he was doing to
her. Unfortunately, he took her head
toss for a refusal . . . partly as punishment for being so stubborn earlier and
partly because he enjoyed making her speechless.

Deciding to wait a moment before spiking the stimulation again, Jeffrey
leisurely made his way up to her bellybutton, making sure that his hot breath
teased her skin on the way up. For a
moment he circled her navel with his nose, coming closer and closer, finally
placing a open-mouthed kiss on her abdomen, his tongue
darting into her navel. Salida moaned
and her hips bucked up, the feeling of the slight stubble on his chin doing
more to build the fire inside her than the feeling of his mouth on her
sensitive skin. �Damnit, Jeffrey,� she
moaned. �I wanted you to tell me what you were going to do, not
torment me with the real thing.�

�Oh?� he asked giving her an innocent look which she didn�t buy for a
second. �Well, I�ve never been a very
good listener. And I like tormenting
you. It�s fun. I like seeing you writhe beneath me as if your
spine�s tuned to Jell-O. I like causing
you to give into the pleasure I�m giving you and watching you scream without
abandon. I like seeing you pull at your
wrists, knowing that you can�t get them free, just because you want to touch
me. I like seeing your face go lax and
your eyes begin to glaze over as you near the point of orgasm. I like having you in my control, vixen. I like it very fucking much. You�re beautiful, and if I wasn�t so fucking
determined to see you punished properly, I�d fuck you until neither one of
could see straight anymore. And then I�d
take you again and again until one or both of us
either passed out from exhaustion, or spontaneously fucking combusted. Savvy? Is
that what you wanted to hear?�

She nodded, again struck dumb. God.
I love his way with words.
Letting her head fall back on the pillow, she murmured, �I want you,
Jeffrey. Sands offered, but it wasn�t
the same. He�s not you.�

�Well that�s for fucking sure. The
day you start confusing the two of us is the day I fucking head for friendlier
skies, savvy? So, you want me. How exactly do you want me, my sexy little
vixen? And feel free to be specific. I love it when you speak dirty,� he requested,
ignoring her arousal for now.

The way he was posed with an elbow to either side of her hips and his
chin propped in his hands was just adorable enough to look entirely sexy. �I thought this was all about what you wanted
��

�It is. And I want to hear what
you want. I never said I�d do it, vixen.�

Salida laughed breathlessly, then looked up at
the ceiling. He was serious when he said
he wanted to hear her talk dirty, but she wouldn�t be able to do it if she
watched him while she spoke. �I want . .
. I want . . .� she thought
momentarily. �I want you to make me come
again, and again, and again, until mere release isn�t enough and nothing will
satisfy the need you�ve created. Nothing
but your body inside mine, thrusting into me hard enough to make my heart skip
a beat with every movement, and my muscles are so limp and exhausted that I can�t
do anything but lay submissively underneath you and let you use me until we
both lose it. I want you underneath me,
bucking up into me as I sit on your lap, trying to get as close to you as is
fucking possible. I want you in the
shower, the hot water cascading over both of us, slicking our bodies as I have
one leg wrapped around your waist and you pound me into the wall. I want you to come so hard inside of me that
afterwards you collapse in my arms and . . . and we can pretend that neither of
us has a side that might suddenly rise against us. I want you tonight, and tomorrow, and every
tomorrow after that until we either can�t stand one another,
or one of us is dead.� Swallowing, she
closed her eyes before lifting her head to look him in the eyes. �I want you to be mine
just as irrevocably and inarguably as I�m yours.�

For a long minute Jeffrey didn�t speak. He didn�t think he could speak. And he certainly didn�t trust himself to
either. �Fuck, I asked for that, didn�t
I?� He didn�t wait to see Salida�s nod
before going on. �Do you have any idea
how fucking turned on I am now, vixen? You�re a dirty fucking little cheat, you know
that, right? I had fully intended on
making you suffer for a good while longer, but now . . .� he broke off and
moved to untie and remove his socks and shoes, his hands then moving quickly to
his pants buttons. �See what you�ve
fucking done to me?� he said, gesturing to his slightly shaking hands,
impairing his ability to get his pants off. She made an inclination of her head as if to
indicate that she was willing to help, but he just shook his head. He was a grown man, for Christ�s sake. He could get his goddamned pants off by
himself, thank you very fucking much.

Once he finally managed to get his pants and boxers off, he placed
himself between her legs and stopped. �Are
you ready, vixen? Do you know who you
belong to now?� he asked, still needing to hear the words. He was a stubborn bastard and he knew it, but
he also knew that he needed to be reassured about what was his. It was a fault. Probably
one of a fucking lot, he mused.

�I�m yours,� Salida said without hesitation. �And you�re mine. You know that too, right Jeffrey?� she asked
him, the look on her face unreadable.

And there it is. The question. Well, no guts no fucking glory. �I�m yours, vixen,� he said quietly before
thrusting deep into her with a fluid motion.

Salida screamed as he filled her, an intimate invasion meant to win a
war being battled over her mind and nervous system. But the scream was one of commingled pleasure
and triumph. It was true that she didn�t
stand a chance of emerging from this little encounter unscathed, but that
didn�t matter. What mattered was that
Jeffrey had admitted to being hers. He�d
given her permission to claim him as such, just as he was currently claiming
her. Once she�d made such a concession,
she didn�t turn back, and she hoped the same was true of him. One way
to find out, she thought.

�I love you,� she gasped. �I love
the way you make me feel. I love what
you make my body feel. I love your
voice, your hands, your eyes, the way you taste faintly of smoke.� Her words were punctuated with cries as
Jeffrey pounded her hips into the mattress, over and over and over. �I love that you see a person where one
doesn�t exist for anyone else. I love
how you challenge me. I love how you�re
a psychotic, arrogant, crude, and most likely jealous bastard.� She couldn�t stop from arching against his
body as she felt the effects her words had on him. �Tell me it�s okay
for me to love you,� she demanded. �Tell
me you�ll let me.�

Never did he imagine his admittance would bring about something like
this. He had told her once before that
he didn�t know love. That was still
true. But something had changed. He had changed. Otherwise he wouldn�t have reacted the way he
had when he thought she was dead. Would
he? He didn�t really feel now was the
best time to be examining his feelings for the woman beneath him, especially
considering he was doing his best to push her though the mattress and onto the
floor with the intensity of his thrusts, but she wasn�t letting up. She wasn�t letting go. She wouldn�t let go. He saw that now. In her own way, she was just as possessive as
he was. He could see the steely resolve
in her arousal-hazed eyes and knew that his answer could, no would, change everything.

There were people who said that a declaration of love in the middle of
sex was meaningless. He didn�t buy that
for a second. He could see Salida was
waiting for an answer, and he forced his body to be still for a moment. �I�ll let you love me, Salida. As for me loving you back?� He saw her body tense and couldn�t help but
feel like an ass for his hesitation. �Now
I�m going to sound like a pathetic romantic bastard here, and I will probably
have to shoot myself out of shame later, but as I once told you, I don�t know
love. I never have. But . . . I�m willing to learn,� he said
almost too softly for her to hear, turning away so he wouldn�t have to face
her.

Salida wished her hands were free so she could pull him down and kiss
him. But they weren�t and she couldn�t. Instead she settled for wrapping her legs
more firmly around his hips and then using that leverage
to pull her body up, so she could kiss his neck.

In between kisses, she whispered, �We�re not sane in a conventional
sense, remember? Who says that we have
to love in the same way normal people do?
That would be boring.�

Jeffrey laughed softly. �You�re
fucking right about that,� he said, leaning down slightly so she could kiss his
neck more thoroughly. He closed his eyes
and became lost in the feeling of her lips on his neck and began almost
unconsciously thrusting again, his eyes still closed. It didn�t take long to return to the near
frenzied state of the giving and taking of pleasure that they had been in before
Salida had pulled one over on him. Not
that he really blamed her of course. Not
really. �I hope you know what you�re
getting yourself fucking into here, vixen.
Because I sure as hell don�t. I�m
just along for the . . . ride, as it were,� he said with a smirk, emphasizing
his words with a few hard thrusts that caused the both of them to moan a little
at the contact. His somewhat perverted
and twisted sense of humor had returned, and he found that he no longer felt
like fucking blowing his brains out in pathetic shame. Not that he necessarily would have in the
first place. He had fought too fucking
hard for this life, and he certainly wasn�t going to end it now.

�That�s good to know,� Salida whispered a bit breathlessly.

Jeffrey�s eyes widened and he let out a soft curse. He hadn�t even realized he�d been speaking out loud just then.

�Don�t look at me to judge, lover.
Seems to me that you were talking me out of the same thing awhile back,�
she reminded him, gasping as he shifted a bit.
Now every time he thrust into her, he brushed lightly against her
clit. The time for talk was over for the
moment. Well, for serious talk at least.

�Oh god, Jeffrey. I�m so close,�
she moaned into his neck. The muscles of
her belly were burning from her continued insistence to hold herself
up from the mattress, but she was determined to stay here as long as she
could. �Just . . . harder. And closer.�
He obliged, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, taking some of her
weight, and his thrusts while they slowed, they became harder than ever. Salida�s head dropped back over his arm as
she cried out, unable to keep up any more.
She was fully in his hands now.

Some part of Jeffrey recognized this, and he slipped his free hand
between their bodies. He�d barely even
touched her clit when she screamed, her body shuddering violently as all the
different sensations became too much and she came. Her head flew forward, her teeth fastening
lightly on the tendons of his neck as her inner muscles tightened on him almost
unbearably.

Jeffrey gasped at the completely unexpected sharp sting of pain at his
sensitive throat. That, combined with
Salida�s furious suckling was enough to throw him over the edge himself, and he
came fast and hard into her, his eyes closed tight at the sensations that were
tearing through his body. Her inner
muscles didn�t let up, however, and continued milking every bit of what he had
to offer her until he began to grow a bit light-headed at the contact. Her body�s insistence on keeping him balanced
on the precipice of orgasm for as long as it could,
only inclined him to begin thrusting again, even harder than before.

Salida�s eyes were almost fully rolled up into the back of her head now,
and her eyelids fluttered in mild shock as she felt Jeffrey pick up the pace
again. Apparently he wasn�t finished
with her quite yet. She needed a small
break to catch her breath at least, but it was apparent that Jeffrey wasn�t
going to give her that respite. So
instead of taking the break her body was now half-heartedly insisting she take,
she continued her assault on his neck, nipping and sucking lightly, emboldened
by the series of gasps and small moans that emanated from his mouth at the
contact. Moans slipped past her own
mouth as she felt Jeffrey grow harder and harder inside of her once again. It was a truly unique experience that she
hoped to feel many more times. She
gasped to feel one of Jeffrey�s hands on her breast suddenly, feeling his
fingers move without abandon over her sensitive mound. She gasped, and Jeffrey just moved more
quickly.

Jeffrey�s vision had dissolved into a sea of intense fire and passion. All he could see was her, his vixen, vibrant
and beautiful beneath him. He could only
think of bringing her pleasure, and taking pleasure from her in return. His higher thoughts seemed to have deserted
him, and with a soft possessive growl, he leaned over to her neck to claim what
was his. He began softly at first,
peppering her neck with light kisses, but he could sense that she wanted more
than that, and so did he. His kisses
quickly became more forceful, and he knew that he was leaving vivid marks on
her skin beneath his lips, but he couldn�t have cared less. The only thing that mattered right now to him
was her. His
heart beat in time to hers; his breath in synch. The world seemed to dim around him as he
continued his frenzied thrusting, his mind filled with need and desire to bring
himself as close to her as possible. He
was close, but not close enough. He
barely perceived the tightening of the legs around his waist, the heaving
breasts beneath his face. The only thing
he saw were her eyes; two blue pools that were drowning him. His mind came crashing back to the present
when he realized he was rock-hard within her once more and about a hairsbreadth
away from giving into the oblivion that clawed at him. He looked down at his
vixen, the bewilderment clear on his face. What the
fuck is she doing to me? he thought with a slight
edge of panic. He had never felt this
way about someone.
�What are you thinking about?� Salida asked, seeing his brow furrow in
thought. �Something devious, I hope?� She winked at him.

�Always, vixen. Always,� Jeffrey
said with a short laugh. �But you know, hinkhink it would be kind of sexy if you just started purring. My sexy little pussy cat,� he said with a smirk.

�You haven�t changed in the least,� Salida pointed out with a fond
smile.

�I try,� Jeffrey said bowing his head slightly at the comment. �You say I�ve warmed you up nicely, huh? Well I could always get the ice bucket again.�
Jeffrey laughed when he saw her glaring
up at him. �If looks could kill vixen, I�d
be a smoldering spot on the bedspread, wouldn�t I?�

�You got that right, lover. No
ice,� Salida said firmly. �Once was
enough.�

�You�re absolutely no fucking fun sometimes, you know,� Jeffrey said
with a melodramatic sigh. �Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. So, fine. What do you think we should do? And if you say sleep, I�m dumping the whole
fucking bucket on you vixen, so don�t tempt me.�

�Does this mean my punishment�s over?� Salida asked with a quirked
eyebrow.

Jeffrey seemed to think about that for a long moment before answering, �For
now. But I reserve the right to resume
it whenever and however I please. And
before you can say anything about how unfair that is, I�ve got three words for
you: tough, fucking, titty.�

�Titty?� she questioned. Jeffrey simply shrugged.

Mimicking the motion herself, Salida pouted, more than attracted by the
idea of a nap. However, she decided that
it would be hard to sleep when she was covered in dry sweat and was slightly
sticky still from their earlier activities.
�I think you should go draw me a hot bath in the rather large marble
whirlpool tub in my bathroom � making sure to use plenty of bubble bath � and then
summon me when it�s ready. That way I can get clean, you can get laid, and hopefully worn out
enough to take a nap afterwards. Or at
least get some food. I�m going to need
one or the other if we�re to continue.
Although I�d prefer to have both.�
Since her face was still tucked into the crook of Jeffrey�s neck, she
didn�t see his response to this suggestion.

If she had been able to see
his face, she would probably have been taken back a bit to see the set of his
jaw, the blank expression on his face. He did not
like being ordered around. But he had
fucking dug himself into this mess, hadn�t he? �As the lady wishes,� he said through gritted
teeth.

He extracted herself gently from her embrace, sliding her off of his naked lap and onto the bed. He then swung his legs over the edge and
strode to the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed first. His exit was followed by a decidedly cat-like
call ofce vce view, sugarbutt!� and a small cackle
from Salida that made him want to turn around and continue her punishment as
soon as possible. Instead, he forced
himself to slam down the tight control over himself that he supposedly had, and
entered the bathroom.

Once the words had passed her lips, Salida knew she had made a mistake,
and tensed for Jeffrey�s return. He�s sure going to punish me now, she thought.
But to her utter surprise he didn�t say
a word and simply went into the bathroom where she could hear water running a
few moments later. What the hell?

Jeffrey crouched by the enormous tub in the bathroom � if such a
monstrosity could still be called a tub � and looked over the bottles lining
the edges. There were a variety of soaps
and shampoos, in a variety of scents. Typical female, he thought with a smirk,
attempting to put said typical female�s comments out of his mind. Oh, she would pay for it later, but for now he
simply concentrated on the task at hand. He picked up the bottle of bubble bath placed
rather precariously on the tub�s edge and opened the cap to smell it. A bath�s not such a bad idea, actually, Jeffrey mused to himself. He had actually been about to suggest the idea
sooner or later, but his vixen had beat him to it. He reached over to turn the water off when it
was high enough and bubbly enough. Summon her when it was ready, huh? Alright. I can do that. Sucking in a deep breath from his diaphragm,
he shouted, �Vixen, if you don�t get it here right now and take your bath, I�m
going to come in there and get you and dump you in! And I can guarantee it won�t be pleasant! So get your cute little ass in here, right
now!� He didn�t have to say anything
further because Salida was there at the bathroom door, gaping at him slightly.

�Mi Dios, it�s not like I�m at the other end
of the mansion or anything. This is a
small hotel room! If I get reported by
the neighbors for that, there�s going to be hell to pay, lover,� Salida said, her
eyes narrowing slightly.

�Am I going to have to throw you in after all? Because that option�s beginning to be
preferable at this point.�

Salida looked at him, wondering what would happen if she ever let her
temper show around him. He was a formidable
man, by all means, but she bet she could throw a fit that would have him
cowering in a corner somewhere. But it
wasn�t worth the time it�d take to throw it.
The water was much more appealing than intimidation.

�A simple �please� or �its ready� would have sufficed, white boy,�
Salida informed him, climbing into the tub slowly, careful not to slip. With their luck, a simple bump on the head
would result in amnesia, and there was no way she was going to risk that.

Once she was seated on one of the benches, she turned and flipped the
switch to start the whirlpool jets. Once
the water was frothing, she leaned back, enjoying the heat and the pressure of
water being shot at her lower back.
There was only one thing missing to make this perfect. �Were you planning on joining me? Because I doubt this is going to be much fun
if I have to sit here by myself. I�d
much rather resume our leisurely pace for awhile before getting down to
business.� She knew she was pushing it,
that Jeffrey wasn�t going to take too many more of her �suggestions,� but she
wanted to take advantage of her current position of freedom while she could.

And speaking of that . . . Salida looked at her wrist, sighing and
ignoring Jeffrey as he climbed into the tub with her. Taking a deep breath, she plunged the wound
under the water, hissing as the heat and the soap made the bloody groove sting
rather furiously. �Fuck that hurts,� she
whispered.

Jeffrey didn�t say anything, but could feel his temper begin to reach
heats such as the water in this tub. But
he didn�t say anything. He kept his
mouth shut tight, a muscle in his jaw twitching and merely sat back, enjoying
the warm massaging water himself. That
was, until Salida decided to comment, �Are you sulking? Don�t tell me you�re sulking?�

�I�m not sulking,� Jeffrey grit out.

�You are too!� Salida asserted, moving over to him. �You haven�t said but those few words to me in
last couple of minutes. Come on,
Jeffrey. You practically chatter on as
if your life depended on it. Not that I
mind your talking, though,� Salida said with a smile. �Quite the opposite as you well know. But you don�t like having your games turned
around on you, do you? You don�t like
being told what to do.�

�No, I don�t,� Jeffrey said sulkily and then cursed when he saw that she
was right. He was fucking sulking. Damnit. �Fine, yes, I�m sulking. I�m a selfish, manipulative, calculating son
of a bitch that likes having things his way, savvy? I don�t like being told what to do. I don�t like being ordered around. I get enough of that from fucking Sands. I only do it for you because I . . . care for
you. At least a little,� he said with
narrowed eyes. �But know this; I have a
limit to what I�ll do for you, and you�ll fucking know when you�ve crossed it.�
He knew he was being childish, but he
couldn�t seem to help it. This fucking
woman was making his fucking head spin and his emotions go out of control.

Salida looked at him for a moment, evaluating how serious he was, and deciding
he was serious indeed. She then took a
moment to think over some of her previous comments and decided that she may
have been close to stepping over several lines.
Having decided that, she also decided that she needed to at the very
least try to make up for it.

Scooting over, she pressed herself against Jeffrey�s side, almost
pouting when he ignored her, but not discouraged. With a hand wet and hot from the water, she
turned his face towards her, and slowly began kissing him, teasing him with light
kisses.

He sat and let her persuade him to be in a better mood, not responding
at all, but not pushing her away either.
Salida took that as encouragement, and slowly raised herself onto her
knees, sucking lightly on his lips before lightly running her tongue against
them, begging him to let her in. He relented, and she slowly pushed her tongue
into his mouth, sighing into his mouth as she teased him, tempted him to
respond. But he didn�t. Bastard.

Determined to get him to react to her, Salida broke the kiss to run her
lips along his jaw, up to his ear, and down his neck. �I�m sorry for teasing,� she murmured. �It�s just that you do so much of it
yourself, that I don�t think twice about returning the favor.� She planted a kiss under his chin, like a
puppy trying to beg favor from its master.
�I don�t want you to be in a bad mood, lover.�

Jeffrey sighed. He wasn�t fucking
made out of stone, and his little vixen could be very persuasive when she
wanted to be. Just because he wasn�t
kissing her back didn�t mean that he wasn�t responding in . . . other areas. With a quick movement that unfortunately ended
up splashing a bit of water into his face, he grabbed her by the waist and
moved her to sit on top of his naked lap, facing him. He didn�t enter her yet, he just reminded her
that he was there before growling, �You�re a temptress; a damn fucking siren,
aren�t you? Out to lure me to my death?�

�Well, we are in water,� Salida pointed out slowly, her eyes locked with
his, feeling his arousal between the two of them, hard and growing harder with
every passing moment.

�Should I start calling you �Lorelei� then?� Sands asked with a smirk,
making no further movement toward her. He simply stared up at her face raised
slightly above his own, taking in her eyebrow at his literary comment. �What? I get fucking bored, ok? There�s nothing fucking good
on television half the time, so I read. Shut the fuck up,� he grumbled.

�I didn�t say a word,� Salida said good-naturedly before capturing his
mouth for a kiss once more. This time he
most assuredly responded, in more ways than one.

Salida let him take charge of the kiss, serious about not having meant
to upset him. She participated
just enough to let him know that she wasn�t one to simply surrender without at
fight. And to prove her point, she let
one hand slip between their submerged bodies and start stroking his renewed
arousal, pressing her hand firmly against him at his base and letting the pressure
die off as she reached the tip.

�Ohhh,� Jeffrey moaned around her lips,
breaking off the kiss. �You do like to
cheat, don�t you vixen?�

�Always,� Salida answered with a smile smug with feminine pride at
evoking such a reaction from him. �My
turn. Do you like that, lover? Or should I stop?� She wasn�t trying to tease, not necessarily,
she simply wanted to know.

�If you stop, I may be forced to drown you, and that wouldn�t solve the
raging hard-on you�re currently giving me. So no, don�t fucking stop,� he instructed
firmly.

He�s got such a way with words, she thought to
herself with a smile. Not that she would
change him for a minute. She began
moving her hand slowly up and down his ever hardening arousal, smirking again
when his eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back just a little,
exposing the expanse of his pale neck to her face and flinging his damp hair
out around him like some kind of halo. Still
stroking him up and down in the same manner she had been before, she leaned
over to kiss a spot right behind his right earlobe and gasped when she heard
him gasp. So he does have a few sensitive spots after all, she thought to
herself. This is going to be interesting. Her light kissing transformed into a hard
suckling on his earlobe, her breathing hot and quick in his ear.

While Jeffrey no doubt loved feeling her mouth on his sensitive neck, it
was the quick-paced breathing in his ear that was warring with her hand on his
shaft as to which was going to drive him to distraction first. Hearing her breath quicken as she became more
aroused only served to arouse him further, which in turn aroused her further. It was a vicious circle, and one or the other
of them would be caught in its grip soon.

Salida was totally lost in Jeffrey�s body, in his reactions, in the
smooth expanse of his skin, in the delightful little sounds he made, in the
smell of his body when mingled with her favorite scents. She loved this bubble bath: it was feminine
in a way that Tess had always been afraid to be. It was strange � Tess had liked the spicier,
more dominant smells, and Salida the more floral,
delicate scents. And the smell of
Jeffrey when combined with lavender, jasmine, jessamine,
and lily was something to linger over. The only masculine scent in a sea of feminine
ones.

She was so distracted by this, that when Jeffrey picked her up by the
hips and slammed her onto his arousal, it was a complete surprise, and not an
entirely pleasant one. �Fuck,� she
hissed, surprised at the twinge of pain his move caused. She wasn�t used to having sex at all, much
less so often and so vigorously, and her muscles had decided they wanted a bit
of a break. All she needed to do was
convince Jeffrey of that.

�Jeffrey, stop for a moment, please.�
Salida pushed at his shoulders, wincing as he moved even deeper inside
her. She hated to interrupt him as she
saw what the feeling of her tight body around his arousal was doing for him,
but she was quickly moving from amorous to uncomfortable. �Jeffrey.�
If she could just get him to go a bit slower, and perhaps a bit
shallower, then she�d be fine. And if
she could convince him to take a break for a meal, she�d be even better. �Jeffrey, that hurts.�

Jeffrey closed his eyes, wanting to ignore her. But she wouldn�t have fucking said �stop� if
she didn�t have a damn fucking good reason, right? Fuck, if she didn�t have a good reason, he
was going to strangle her. God, she was
so fucking hot and tight that he just wanted to. . . . He put a clamp down on that thought right
away and pulled himself out of her as gently and as quickly as he could before
moving to sit on the other end of the tub.
�Are you going to tell me why I stopped now?� he asked, cursing his
voice for its breathiness.

�You were hurting me,� Salida admitted without hesitation. �I�m not used to so much,� she trailed off
with a slight blush and Jeffrey sighed.

�Too much good sex in too short a period? Fuck.�
She frowned a bit at that and moved a bit closer to him. He held up a hand to stop her. �Oh no, you come any closer and I�m afraid I
won�t be able to stop myself again. I�m
a fucking psychopathic killer, remember?
I should have Poor Impulse Control
stamped onto my fucking forehead. A lot
of people might still be alive then,� he said with a shrug. �Oh well.
But what I�m fucking saying here, vixen, is that while you may just be
able to stop and put your arousal to the side, I can�t. I�m a fucking guy. Sure, I can wait for a short while, a very
short while, but eventually I will want some . . . satisfaction. Savvy?
And you and I kno know how fucking reasonable I�m being here. In fact, it�s probably completely out of
character,� he said with a shrug. �I
think you�re a bad influence.�

She laughed, but still couldn�t help but feel a tad bit guilty. In a fit of sudden exasperation she exploded,
�It�s not like I wanted to have to
stop. Now I really do feel like a
tease.� She looked at him. �And there�s no way that we could simply take
things a bit slower? Or that I could
make you come some other way? Because
it�s either slow and steady or nothing for me at the moment. And possibly a bit longer than that. And I hate it. I�ve gotten a bit spoiled by being able to do
what I want when I want to, that now that I can�t, I-I hate it.� She curled up at her end of the tub, wrapping
her arms around her legs and propping her chin on her knees. �And I think it�d be best to give me at least
an hour to recover fully, but I don�t want to make you wait that long. I
don�t want to wait that long. I missed you.� She didn�t know why she was telling him all
this, but she couldn�t stop her mouth.
�I really . . . missou.�ou.� She
laughed wryly, �And I don�t suppose there�s any way that I could make myself so
unattractive to you that you wouldn�t want to touch me for the next hour or so,
is there? Because anything that I can
think to say that would kill your arousal, would just make you mad � really mad
� and that�s hazardous to a person�s health.
So what am I supposed to do?�
Listening to the words spilling from her mouth, Salida realized just how
. . . petulant she sounded. �God. Maybe you should call me your pussy if I
can�t even manage to keep up with you for a few hours.�

�Slow? I can fucking do slow,� he
said without much conviction and she picked up on it,
sending him a glance. �Ok, maybe I
can�t. But I�m sure as fuck going to
try. The alternative�s fucking
unthinkable,� Jeffrey said with a slightly exaggerated shudder before moving
back over to her. �And, let me know if
this gets fucking old, I still feel like a sap, but I�m going to say it
anyway. I fucking missed you too,
vixen. And when I thought you were
dead? Well, let�s just say that it
wasn�t a good time and leave it at fucking that, shall we?� He sat down on one of the benches next to her
and grabbed her waist. �You�ll have to
be the fuck on top again. It�ll give you
more control if you really want to stop again,� Jeffrey admitted with a frown. �But know this, there is a point of no
fucking return, and I won�t lie to you, I�m very fucking close to that point
right now, savvy? So just keep that in
mind. I�ll be as gentle as I fucking
can, alright?
Oh, and as for making me mad enough to kill you? Don�t worry, it probably won�t happen.�

��Probably won�t?� Oh thanks,
that�s reassuring,� Salida said with a slight roll of her eyes, still feeling
guilty.

Jeffrey just shrugged. �I can�t
change what I am. I do care for you
Salida . . . maybe I could even love you, I don�t fucking know. But I am still a killer. Don�t let yourself forget
that,� he cautioned, looking at her directly to make sure she got the point he
was trying to put across.

�I won�t,� she said softly. �I
know who you are � what you are
Jeffrey. And I�m still here. It�s not to say that I won�t walk softly around
you from time to time, but I�ll deal with it. I won�t try and change you either,� she
promised. �I love you just the way you
are,� she said, not quite sure she should have, but
she was feeling foolishly brave at the thought that she wouldn�t have to wait
an hour without his touch.

�Well that�s something, I suppose,� Jeffrey muttered. �Oh, and who says I need an excuse to call you
my pussy, my little vixen?� he said with a smirk before looking at her, his
face serious. �Ready?�

She glared at him and momentarily thought about calling off their
activities for the moment, but thought better of it. As she�d just said, she valued her life and
she wasn�t trying to be a tease. Which
meant following through with her promises.
And she had promises in return, enough to make her think she was ready
to do this. But first. . . .

�Give me your hands,� she said in a soft but urgent voice. When she saw that Jeffrey was about to balk
at her near command she said, �Please,� and he grudgingly did as she asked.

Taking her time in intertwining their fingers, Salida make sure that she
could keep her grip on him before rising up on her knees and tilting her hips
to let him slowly slide inside her. She
kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly settled down on him, watched as he
fought the basic instinct to bury himself deeper inside her. His fingers tightened on hers, but she simply
locked her elbows to keep them at an angle where she could use the leverage to control the depth of penetration she was
allowing. It was hard because they both
wanted more, but Salida knew that if she went any faster, she would regret it,
and regret was not something she wanted to associate with Jeffrey.

After the first few times she enveloped Jeffrey inside her hot depths,
she realized that she wasn�t quite getting enough stimulation. She took one of their joined hands and placed
it at the point their hips were joining and placing his other hand over her
breast. �I need more,� she pleaded. �I�m fine, other than the fact that it feels
like I�ve pulled some rather delicate muscles.
If . . . if you arouse me a bit more, that should make things a bit
easier, on both of us.� Salida could
feel Jeffrey trembling underneath her.
Letting his hands go entirely, she rested her own on his shoulders,
tipping her head back so her neck was exposed.
�I don�t mean to demand anything ��

Jeffrey didn�t need to be told twice, but he was walking a very fine
line here. It was one thing to keep
himself from fulfilling his body�s most basest of instincts and push as deep
and as hard into her as he possibly could, it was entirely another to manage
all of that while caressing, no, caressing was too kind a word for what he had
in mind at the moment; groping at her breast with reckless abandon. But she was right that this would make things
easier on the both of them. �Alright,
vixen. As you wish,� he said, cursing
the tremble in his voice and body.

He was doing his best to go along with what she wanted; pinching and
rubbing at one of her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp, but God, it was
fucking hard. He moved his other hand
over her clit lightly while at the same time began kissing her lips, all the
while fighting to keep his thrusts slow and shallow. It was near torture. Exquisite torture, but torture none the less. Now that she was facing away from him, he let
the tension of it all show on his face as he continued his triple attack on her
breast, her clit and her neck all at the same time. He could hear her begin to moan and knew that
her plan seemed to be working for her at least, but that did nothing to relieve
his torture. He wanted nothing more than
to bury himself into her as deep as he could, but he couldn�t. He wouldn�t. He didn�t want to hurt her. His eyes widened a bit at that and he couldn�t
stop a slightly astonished gasp from escaping his lips. I truly
don�t want to hurt her. But what the
fuck does that mean? He checked over
his beliefs and feelings over the rest of the human race and found that he had
just as little feeling and regard for them as he always had, so he was still a
sociopath, but yet somehow, he cared for Salida. He really did.

�Are you alright? You gasped. And it didn�t sound like a good kind of gasp,�
Salida mumbled into his shoulder, not pulling away to look at him.

�It�s nothing. I think I just had
a . . . fucking epiphany. It�s no
fucking big deal,� he said absently, before redoubling his efforts into getting
her as aroused as possible, as soon as possible.

Salida could feel her already molten body relaxing even more as Jeffrey�s
hands and mouth moved roughly over her.
She could feel her breath hitching in her throat every time she tried to
inhale, as if her body were so full that there was no room for air. The stark contrast between what his hands
showed her he wanted and what he was letting her do aroused her just as much as
everything else. At this rate, she was
going to come soon � perhaps not as hard as she�d been so far this evening, but
release was release. And once she came,
Jeffrey would be free to take her as he wanted, because her muscles would all
be the consistency of Jell-O. When
Jeffrey�s hands became even rougher, she realized that she�d said that last bit
out loud.

He hadn�t counted on that. He
wouldn�t have realized that once she had come, all the tension in the muscles
that were giving her so much grief now would be utterly gone, and he would be
able to thrust into her without hurting her.
This newfound knowledge pushed his efforts even further, and it now
became a race to see if he could get her to come before his head fucking
exploded. He began moving his two hands;
one on her right breast, the other on her clit, in synchronized circular
movements that after only a few short minutes had her body moving along with
his hands. He leaned over and whispered
into her ear, �Let go, Salida.
Please.� She was suddenly coming
around him then, as if he had flipped on a magic switch. Her body arched, a low moan tearing its way
out of her mouth. It wasn�t one of her
delightful screams, but it would have to do for now. The pulling of his arousal by her inner
muscles dashed what little control he had left, and he
began thrusting into her violently once more, banging their pelvises together
with each thrust in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was somewhat aware that he was grunting
like an animal with each thrust, but he couldn�t be made to care. The only thing he cared about was thrusting himself into her as deep as he could.

Salida felt herself collapse on top of her lover as he fought to find
his own release, her body weighted down by pleasand and exhaustion. That last orgasm had been torn out of some
place deep inside her, taking whatever strength was left in her muscles with
it. It was all she could do to wrap her
arms around Jeffrey�s neck as he thrust up into her, over and over and over.
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