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Darknites
by Jash (jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu)

***

What started as an argument, turned into a fight, ending 
up in hot sex. (MF, rough)

***

The slap reverberated around the room. Jason gritted his 
teeth trying desperately to keep hold of his temper. 
Daphne started towards the door but Jason caught hold of 
her wrist, his eyes steely. 

"You're not going anywhere until we've got this settled. 
Daphne glanced coolly at his hand and then back to his 
face. Then she brought her foot down on his. Hard.

Jason gave a furious growl and exploded into action. 
Grabbing her, he swept her off her feet and headed 
toward the bedroom. Daphne gasped in anger. 

"How dare you!" she bit out, starting to jerk and kick 
as violently as possible. Daphne knew that she would 
probably hit the floor hard but she didn't care. Luckily 
for her, they had reached the bed when she finally came 
loose and landed on the bed.

He was on her in a second, his body pinning her to the 
bed, his mouth finding hers. With a muffled cry of rage, 
she jerked her head away and got her first good look at 
him. He loomed over her, the fury in his eyes telling 
her more than words ever could that he was very, very 
serious about this. She went cold. 

"Damn you, Jason. This is rape!" 

Very deliberately, he shook his head. "No, this won't be 
rape," he answered quietly. "Because, I'm going to make 
you beg for me, over and over again." 

Daphne gave an incredulous laugh. "Never," she replied 
scathingly, "You're crazy if you think you'll ever hear 
ME beg!" 

"Before this night is over," he promised softly. "You 
will." 

She threw all her strength at him, surprise on her side, 
heaving him off her. He rolled off the bed but caught 
her arm and dragged her off with him. They hit the floor 
hard, Daphne lying momentarily stunned, the breath 
knocked out of her. It gave Jason enough time to flip 
her over, get to her zip, and yank her gown to her 
waist. 

She drew in a breath of outrage before fighting to free 
her arms, trapped in the tangled sleeves. Jason took the 
moment to tear his shirt off, a couple of buttons 
bouncing on the floor, and reached for his trousers. 

Daphne finally managed to get her hands free and shoved 
her gown the rest of the way. Now unhampered, she sat up 
and backhanded him, knocking him off balance.

"You bastard!" she snarled as she sprang to her feet and 
took off. She sprinted half-naked through the living 
room and had thrown open the closet door to grab her 
coat when she was jerked back and thrown over his 
shoulder in a fireman's lift.

"Goddamn you, Jason," she yelled, coat dangling from her 
fingers "You'll never get away with this." 

The next moment she was flying through the air, landing 
on the bed with a thump. He advanced purposely towards 
her but she was ready for him.

She kicked out with her strong legs, catching him in the 
stomach. He doubled over with a loud whoosh while she 
scrambled for the other side of the bed. Unfortunately 
for her, Jason flung himself across the bed, grabbed 
hold of her ankle and hauled her ignominiously, inch by 
inch, back into bed.

Truly desperately now, she sat up and tried to backhand 
him again but her wrist was caught in an iron grip. 
Instinctively, she tried to pull his hand off. A bad 
move. Effortlessly he caught her other hand, then pulled 
them high over her head, forcing her down with his body.

Gasping, Daphne strained her muscles, desperately trying 
to raise her arms as he leant over her to pick something 
off his bedside table. She only glanced up in horror as 
something soft wrapped around her wrists and tightened. 
Jason swiftly finished tying the ends of his silk tie to 
the brass bedstead before drawing back, panting, to 
finger his bruised jaw.

It was only then that real, dark rage washed over her. 
Jason saw it swirl into her eyes, the power of it 
exciting to behold. She was now a truly dangerous woman.

"You will pay for this," she promised softly, 
dangerously. "If it takes forever, you will pay for 
this." 

Jason's eyes swept slowly over her body, sending blood 
rushing to the surface of her skin. "Right at this 
moment, my dear," he answered derisively. "I don't give 
a damn."

He backed away and started to finish undressing. Cheeks 
flaming, Daphne closed her eyes and concentrated on 
keeping her face impassive. She had never felt so 
defenseless as she lay there tied to the bed, clad only 
in her underwear. But the one thing that had her 
cringing was that she was already moist and ready for 
him. The fact that she had been so physically aroused by 
their tussle humiliated her almost unbearably.

Jason was already regretting putting her through such 
humiliation, but no matter how much he loved and 
understood her stubborn pride, Jason knew that he would 
have to teach her a lesson now or she would forever be 
treating him as a punching bag. And whether he liked it 
or not, he was already too aroused to stop.

She felt it when he slid into bed beside her, warm and 
vibrant. She stiffened, prepared for the assault. Then 
unexpectedly, she felt his hand slide slowly but surely 
down her side. She cursed herself furiously. With that 
simple gesture, he had successfully set her entire 
nervous system tingling unmercifully.

Jason moved in closer and smiled. He loved strapless 
bras. They seemed to epitomize femininity to him because 
they were held up by nothing but a woman's natural 
curves. He rubbed his cheek lightly against the fabric. 
Black lace. Very fine and very soft. Sensuously, he 
lifted a finger and gently outlined the edge of the 
lace, traveling up the gentle slope and then down into 
the perfumed valley between her breasts. Slowly, he 
curled his finger under the flimsy lace. Then he ripped 
it off.

Her eyes flew open in shock as his mouth slashed down on 
hers. Ruthlessly he plundered her mouth, trying to 
provoke her into a response. she began to fight him; 
kiss for kiss, bite for bite.

Swiftly, he dragged his mouth from hers, trailing a line 
of hot kisses down to her throat. Suddenly, he sensed 
the power flow back into her so he was ready when her 
taut body shifted beneath him, then arc in a vain 
attempt to throw him off. Jason put his weight on her, 
forcing her down, then nipped her neck sharply, leaving 
a clear red bruise.

Daphne closed her eyes again in misery. There was pain 
here aplenty, in her as shame and in him as regret. But 
the worst of it all was that they were both too 
emotionally involved to stop now.

Her breath started coming in pants as his mouth began to 
move over her collarbone, his hands holding her steady 
beneath him. He reached one ivory breast and teasingly 
began to draw wet circles around her rosy nipple with 
his tongue. Delicately, he taunted her as he danced 
nearer then further from her sensitized peaks, making 
her fight to keep in control of herself.

Then just as suddenly as he came, the teasing lover was 
gone as Jason finally claimed her throbbing nipple. 
Daphne managed to swallow a cry but lost control of her 
body as Jason drew on her peak harder and harder. 
Gasping, she arched like a bow as Jason swirled his 
tongue around her, sending hot lighting streaking down 
to her groin.

Then as if he understood, his knee pressed down between 
her legs, a second before she could lock her ankles 
together. She knew she could never resist an attack from 
that quarter, so she squeezed her thighs together in a 
last, heroic attempt to thwart his questing hands. 
Easily, he parted them once more, moving his leg up and 
letting his hand trail over her stomach into the wetness 
between her legs.

The double stimulation was too much for her to tensed 
body to bear. A stifled cry burst from her as she arched 
into his body, her hands twisting and jerking futilely 
above her. Kissing her nipples and finding the perfect 
rhythm with his fingers, Jason kept her senses at fever 
pitch, reveling in the feel of her body moving beneath 
his.

Then suddenly, he slipped his fingers into her. Daphne 
froze, every muscle in her body tensing up as she 
focused on that secret part of herself. Jason raised his 
head from her breasts to better concentrate on her and 
what he was about to do.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers slid in and out of 
her, his thumb carefully brushing against her clitoris. 
Gasping, she responded to the rhythm, every movement an 
agony for her, as tense muscles strained to move to the 
painfully slow motion of his skillful fingers.

Ruthlessly, he gave her a taste of heaven before pulling 
her back again and again. Quiet now, Daphne lay 
exhausted beneath him; but not for long. Suddenly, she 
felt the strength flow back into her. It was time to 
fight back. Desperation giving her the edge she needed, 
Daphne used her inner instincts, so long untouched, to 
tempt him, to break his control. Sensuously, her body a 
supple rope, she pressed her groin to his manhood, 
erotically widening her legs and clasping his hips in 
sweet invitation.

She felt him shudder and the sweet taste of victory 
filled her as he withdrew his fingers, slick with her 
fluids and braced himself over her. Then to her chagrin, 
his lips found her shoulder and made the descent over 
her breasts and stomach, seeking out the source of her 
sexuality.

Swiftly, he found her throbbing clitoris with his 
tongue, holding her taut body steady beneath him. In 
response, she tossed her head from side to side, 
desperately biting her lip to keep from crying out at 
every rasp of his tongue against her most sensitive 
spot. Over and over, never letting up, he thrust and 
teased his tongue against her flesh, tasting every 
single inch of her. Faster and wilder he went until she 
felt herself begin to stiffen with the onslaught of her 
climax. Then he stopped.

With a frustrated cry, she opened her eyes to see him 
bending over her, his eyes reflecting the same feverish 
glitter she felt within herself.

"I want an apology. Now.," he rasped, his voice hoarse. 
Daphne stared at him uncomprehendingly before it hit 
her.

"Damn you Jason," she choked out. "We were making love, 
for God's sake."

"You knew well enough what I wanted before we started 
this," he replied angrily. "Now it's time to deliver".

"And I said never," she bit out. "I meant it!"

Jason stood up and picked up his trousers, swiftly 
pulling them on. When he was done, he stood over her for 
a second before swinging around and walking away. 
However, when he reached the doorway, he stopped and 
braced one fist against the jamb, standing stiffly with 
his head bowed. The dim lamplight cast shadows over him 
but showed his back muscles working as he struggled with 
his own unfulfilled desire.

Daphne's voice shut down in shock as she watched him go. 
Pride and dignity fought a valiant battle with physical 
needs but unfortunately, she was too far gone to 
overcome her own arousal. Drawing in a shaky breath, she 
found her voice and croaked his name. Jason turned but 
stood motionless.

"I'm willing to apologize but if what you really want is 
to hear me beg, then go!"

Jason walked back to the bed and stopped, looking down 
at her. "Then say it."

Daphne took a deep breath and gathered the tattered 
remnants of her dignity about her. "I'm sorry for saying 
the things I did. It was cruel of me and I should have 
been above it." 

"Even if you did deserve it," she finished stoutly.

Jason stood motionless for a few seconds before his 
shoulders started to shake in silent laughter. "Only 
you," he said half to himself. "Only you could apologize 
without really apologizing and get away with it."

The next minute, he was naked and in bed with her. His 
mouth slashed down on hers as he took up where he left 
off. Swiftly, he plundered her mouth, making her respond 
to him fully before moving atop her and parting her 
legs.

Tantalizingly, he let her feel what she craved, rubbing 
her intimately with his manhood. Too aroused to enjoy 
his teasing, Daphne was rapidly losing her grip on her 
temper so she hardly realized it when the bonds around 
her wrists loosened and came off. Free, her hands came 
down to clasp him to her. Without warning, one slim hand 
curved and then raked viciously down his back, drawing 
blood.

Jason jerked in pain but otherwise did not break contact 
as he began to lift her until they were both kneeling in 
bed. Swiftly, his lips left hers and roamed over her 
skin, seeking her most sensitive spots. Daphne moaned, 
arching her head back as the most delicious sensations 
flowed erotically through her. When she couldn't take 
any more, she broke away and started on him.

Her lips found his shoulder and teased that ultra-
sensitive hollow of his until he was groaning at each 
little probe of her tongue. She trailed lower to his 
nipples, half hidden in the hair on his chest. Already 
stiff, she didn't have to do much to have him shuddering 
beside her as her hands and lips showed him that she 
too, knew his body well.

Jason was exhilarated, strength flowing back into him at 
every intimate stroke of her hands. She had never seemed 
so beautiful as she did now, cheeks flushed, skin 
glowing in the lamplight and eyes.... eyes drowning him 
with sheer sensuality. She was Venus to him.

He let his hands drift over her, settling at her waist 
to hold her to him. Then he bodily lifted her, sliding 
her down slowly his body, directly onto his throbbing 
shaft. Daphne cried out at contact, her hands braced on 
his shoulders to keep her balance, then threw her head 
back, gasping as he filled her.

"Oh God, Jason," she groaned. "I can't take this slowly. 
Not now." Thankfully, they fell back in bed. There would 
be other times to take it slow. Now, neither of them had 
the stamina to titillate, to drive the other slowly 
crazy with desire. This time was for speed and pure 
lust.

Jason withdrew and plunged into her again, her tightness 
enveloping him with such sweet ecstasy. Daphne arched 
into him, reaching wantonly for him. "Harder, deeper," 
she gasped into his ear, finally sending him over the 
edge. 

He felt the power surge within him, felt his blood go 
hot and wild. His taut body was demanding satisfaction 
and nothing would be able to stop the wildness in him 
now. When he next came to her, she cried out in sheer 
pleasure, lifting her legs to allow him greater 
penetration. She bit into his shoulder, goading him on 
as he thrust powerfully into her, her body absorbing the 
shock of collision. Deeper and harder he thrust until 
she could no longer hold back her cries of fulfillment. 
It had never been so primitive before, just a man and a 
woman slaking an unendurable lust.

Jason had lost what grip he had left on his sanity. She 
had driven him wild as surely as he had her earlier. He 
plunged into her, each stroke more powerful than the 
last. He needed the heat, the essence of her. And then 
... he felt her muscles contract.

Daphne cried out his name as she peaked, her body 
shuddering with the force of it. She arched up, head 
thrown back as her body seemed to explode with the 
pressure. She had just come down when she was swept up 
again to a fresh climax.

Jason could hold back no longer. The contractions within 
her had been his undoing. All he could do was to bury 
his face in her shoulder and go with the madness.

When it was all over, they still lay entwined, washed in 
the warm afterglow of love. Jason made as if to withdraw 
but she held him back.

"Don't go. Stay with me awhile," she said, softly 
nibbling his ear.

"But won't I be too heavy for you?" asked Jason in mock 
innocence. In answer, Daphne pulled him down to meet her 
lips.

Strangely enough, the thought of him within her was more 
comforting than exciting. Buried here, in his warm 
embrace, she felt loved, even after what he had done. 
Suddenly remembering what had happened, made her 
resentment rise but she forced it down. There would be 
time for revenge later.

She started to plant soft kisses on his neck and 
shoulders, running her hands over his back into his 
hair. She transferred her attention to his face, framing 
it in her hands. Studying it for a minute, she traced 
the outline of his lips with her tongue. He captured her 
mouth, brushing lazy, butterfly kisses across it.

Wickedly, Daphne concentrated on tightening her inner 
muscles, shifting in invitation. She could sense him 
smile against her cheek but more than that, she could 
feel him hardening within her. Fascinated, she felt 
herself slowly stretch to accommodate him. Beside her, 
Jason sighed and murmured ruefully into her ear. "I 
think it's time for round two."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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