I can't BELIEVE I'm doing this- I vowed never to publish this one here. But I was asked when I would elaborate on the non-vanilla-sex-stuff I mentioned, and hey, I wrote this- but believe me: you shouldn't read it. Absolutely not.

It's M- absolutely. PWP- definitely. Has seven installments, one possibly worst then the last, involves roleplaying…well. If you want me to stop posting this, tell me IMMEDIATELY! I'll do it!

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1st installment

Senior Special Agent Teresa Lisbon felt so tense all over her spine was short of snapping in half.

Darkness settled over Sacramento, and still there was so much paperwork to do, a whole pile of it. She felt hot in her black slacks and dark green t-shirt, it had been sweltering the whole day, and even the approaching night didn't bring much relief.

She felt edgy and uncomfortable, longing to be home, soaking in a hot tub, forgetting all about work.

She cringed. She'd snapped at her team the whole day, had been impatient, impolite, bitchy. She felt ashamed…they hadn't done anything wrong. She just wasn't on top of her game right now. Well- that was the understatement of the century. Agent Lisbon was down. Lonely. Sad. And no decent case to distract her from her self-pity. She sighed and took the next file from the ever-growing heap next to her…when she sensed Patrick Jane entering. Great, just what was missing to drive her completely insane.

"What's up, Jane?", she snapped, "Go home, for god's sake, or go anywhere I can't see you. I'm busy and not in the mood for your little games right now."

"Oh, Ms. Lisbon", he quipped, "this is not about your mood- you've been a very, very bad girl, and you definitely need to be punished for that. And as your headmaster for tonight, the sad duty will fall to me, I'm afraid."

Lisbon felt a flush spread all over her body.

"Jane", she said, "stop this now. Turn around and leave, and I'll forget this ever happened."

"I'm sorry, Lisbon", he said, his voice hard and authoritative, "but this is not for you to decide."

Damn- he was turning her on. And she couldn't stop her reaction. Her whole body was warming, tense muscles melting. Her folds were drenched in no time. And in his eyes she saw that he knew it. Double damn.

"You'll apologize to your team tomorrow.", he said, his voice all serious business, stern and unfaltering, "and I will accompany you, to make sure you do what you're supposed to do."

"I will never apologize", she snarled, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest, her legs twitching with arousal, "I'm their boss, and I have the right to be as hard-ass as I want to!"

"Tonight, Lisbon", he growled, closing in on her until she had to feel threatened, "I'm in charge. And if you don't agree to apologize, you force me to administer harsh discipline."

A shudder ran over her back.

"No matter what you do to me", she said, "I won't budge."

"We'll see.", he stated ,"shoes, socks and pants- off."

Last time to pull back, Lisbon. She watched him out of narrowed eyes. His limber, trim body. Blond curls slightly disheveled, eyes glittering with mischief. So sexy she could eat him up. But did she dare to cross the threshold?

Patrick Jane knew how much she wanted him, had felt the crackling sexual tension between them exploding during the last months, seen the secret looks she threw him when she thought he was distracted, but he never truly was. He always sensed her gaze, her eyes undressing him, fastening on his butt, his chest, the considerable bulge in his crisp dress pants. Oh yes, Teresa Lisbon wanted him, alright. So when he'd watched her getting grumpier and grumpier while the week progressed, a plan had been forming in his mind. Sexy Ms. Lisbon simply needed to get laid on a regular basis- and he was only too happy to volunteer.

So it was time to play now. And he didn't truly doubt that he could seduce her.

Lisbon got up slowly, and he felt a distinctive tingle starting at the base of his spine. Blood rushed into his groin and he straightened his back. No need to hide. She should see what she would get.

Slowly, she toed her shoes off, kicking them aside. Then she pulled her socks off, her eyes never leaving his. Her pants followed, sliding down her shapely, slender legs, so sexy he had to swallow.

She wore silky, dark green panties, matching the color of her shirt. He could see the wet, dark spot at her crotch. He smiled cruelly. Look who was oh so eager to hump his consultant onto cloud nine tonight.

"So, my dear,", he said sternly, "you chose punishment over humbleness- bear the consequences then. Kneel down in front of your couch. Face away from me."

He saw her stiffening slightly before her stare got defiant again. she lifted her sweet little chin and passed him by with a look of sheer contempt in her eyes. He willed his features to remain impassive.

She knelt down in front of the couch, putting both hands down on the rough upholstery. She was giddy with excitement now- would he really…a new gush of wetness thoroughly saturated her panties, overruling her brain that got a little self-conscious- did she really want to fuck her beautiful, but totally irreverent consultant? Yes- her body yelled at her, and her doubting mind became silent immediately when she felt Jane kneeling down between her legs, his warm hands on her thighs spreading them further, his hot breath against her neck.

His fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and ripped them off with a single motion. Lisbon gasped, her whole body shaking when she heard him opening his belt, pulling the zipper down, rearranging his underwear. She knew he wasn't exactly small from various glimpses she had caught over the years, but of course she had no real idea about his anatomical dimensions.

She felt his fingers beneath her legs, skimming her wet folds, and she bucked against his hand. When he pulled back, a slight panic gripped her. Maybe she didn't need to be scared, maybe he had a teeny weeny…

When he entered her, the first thing she felt was a sensation very close to passing out. She opened her mouth as if the thing impaling her would come out of there, piercing through her whole body with one sure stroke. Her sensitive female flesh burned like pure fire, stretched beyond comprehension, almost tearing under his merciless intrusion. He didn't make a sound, so she desperately tried to bite back her screams, tears filling her eyes. A helpless whimper escaped her lips, she couldn't help it. Her knuckles were stark white from clutching the couch in front of her. That wasn't pain. That was something far worse, something so white-hot she couldn't possibly survive it.

"Listen, Teresa", he said calmly, his voice trembling just a tiny little bit, "I want you to apologize to the whole team for what you've said to them today. Sincerely. If you refuse to do that, I'll go the whole nine yards here. Fucking you until my seed floods your core. So much seed, Teresa- I ejaculate like a volcano, I assure you. The stuff will be all over your thighs, my dear, spattering your shirt. I will gladly rub it everywhere. And you're not allowed to shower until you get home. My semen will dry on your legs, reminding you what a pest you've been today. So- will you apologize, Teresa Lisbon?"

She couldn't talk with this monstrous, searing hot thing inside her so deep she could almost taste it on her tongue, but she choked out the words anyway.

"No!", she cried out, "I won't! I will never apologize!"

Jane sighed.

"Very well, Teresa", he said, "what happens now is your own fault."

He gripped her hips none too gently and started to pound into her, so fast she gasped, so hard she cried out in despair. The rock hard ridge of his giant cock rubbed over painfully dilated tissue, causing so much friction she saw stars. Oh my god - it felt as if he fucked her womb, his length going so deep, deeper than any man had been before, she struggled to cope with the feeling, fought against his intrusion, until she surrendered and gave in, her walls relaxing, stretching even more.

He surged into depths that seemed impossible, she heard him gasp, his member ramming even deeper, but he kept up his rhythm, almost pounding her into the couch, and suddenly nameless, sheer, mind-blowing pleasure flooded her system. She felt completely impaled by him, his thrusts vibrating in her throat, but every hint of pain was gone, leaving utter ecstasy in its path, making her scream with a delight so all-encompassing it didn't resemble anything she'd ever felt before.

Jane felt his control falter- damn, she was pushing her hips back into his vigorous thrusts, accepting him so deep he would never have thought it possible. He looked down to watch his cock slamming in and out of her, and his eyes rolled back into his head. It was obscene how far he stretched her, his huge girth surging into her tiny body, she was so unbelievably tight it took all of his exemplary self-control to stop himself from climaxing on the spot. Nothing in the world should feel that good, he felt her whole body vibrating beneath his thrusts, she was groaning with lust, crying out every time he rammed her womb, pressing back against him to demand more.

He was unable to deny her, fucking her so thoroughly his whole body felt on fire, and he roared with ecstasy when she came, her insides clutching at him, so many strong muscles in her tiny body, pulling at him, demanding his seed, his essence, urging him to spend. He wailed when the sucking motion of her womb tore an earth- shattering orgasm from his guts, a hard stream of semen gushing into her sweet, clenching flesh, more, more, his come filling her like a giant eruption, he spend endlessly, so much rich juice it ran over her thighs in hot rivulets, his hips were still pumping, rubbing the milky liquid everywhere, until her legs were sticky with it and she was coming again, milking his cock for the rest of his precious seed, and he gave it freely, shuddering with bone-melting satisfaction when he finally came down from his height.

He felt her aftershocks ripple through her petite body, vibrating against his cock, and he started to get hard again. He gasped in shock and pulled out reluctantly, pushing away from her.

He needed some moments to regain his composure. His heart urged him to stop the game now, gather her into his loving arms, shower her with kisses. But he resisted.

He straightened his clothes and looked at her. She watched him silently, her eyes wide open, but solemn and calm, full of awe. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her cheeks were wet, her hair tousled, her lovely skin flushed. He shuddered with longing and delight.

"Will you apologize?", he said softly.

"First thing in the morning.", she whispered hoarsely.

"Good girl.", he breathed, and his voice alone made her want more.

But Jane turned and left her office, and she buried her face against the next pillow with an earth-shattering shudder.

She would never admit it, but Teresa Lisbon felt so unbelievably good the next morning. She was still sore after what had to be the best sex of her life, but her insides hummed with satisfaction. She absolutely couldn't stop grinning, looking like a happy fool when she entered the lift. Good she would be taking the ride alone this morning. She froze in shock when Patrick Jane slipped in the second before the doors whooshed shut.

The second they were closed completely, Jane grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers…she gasped and softened in undeniable delight, his mouth so hot, skin so soft, taste that made her senses soar with pleasure, she let his tongue enter, moaning when it played with hers, licking, swirling, sucking sweetly, his lips groping, so delicious, her hands driving into his luscious her, her mouth swallowing his approving groan while she massaged his scalp…

He broke the kiss and straightened the second the door opened with a tiny pling.

"Sorry", he murmured, smiling, "but I dreamed of doing this the whole night- I just had to do it."

He winked at her and was gone.

And Agent Lisbon marched straight to her locker to get some spare panties.

It was getting dark, and anticipation settled into her bones. Would he…a smile spread on her features. And would she…oh yes, Teresa Lisbon, don't lie to yourself: you would immediately. Without asking questions.

She sighed and grabbed the next file when a tiny piece of paper slipped out. She picked it up and read:

"Meet me in the attic. Right now. P.J."

She bit her lip to stifle the happy little sound of glee that threatened to escape her throat.

Dropping the file, she all but raced to the lift.

The attic was silent, it usually was. When she opened the door to his lair, her eyes widened in wonder. He'd put a round table in the center of the room, covered with a white cloth, set for two people. Two chairs were placed around it.

Jane was just lighting a candle when she came in.

He straightened and smiled at her. Lisbon gasped. Damn, he looked absolutely breathtaking. He wore a very elegant white shirt with black bow tie and vest. A long, dark-red apron was wrapped around his waist. His blond hair gleamed in the candlelight- his beauty was almost angelic. She couldn't look away.

"I'm pleased to welcome you to our restaurant, young lady," he said, megawatt smile coming on full force, " please- take a seat."

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