A/N: from here on the rating goes up. Sorry.

Part 4

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Oooh, she had him right where she wanted him. If she wasn't careful, she'd get to like this sort of power over him. For a start, his pheromones tasted wonderful on her palate. But she had reminded herself that he was a tyrannical rapist and torturer. There wasn't a compassionate bone left in his body; even if it was tempting to give in and have a little fun with it.

At least she could console herself that, while he was focussed on her, he wasn't out there destroying somebody else's life. Which brought a smile to her lips. Just think, she could do whatever she liked to him and feel practically guilt-free.

"What are you prepared to do to get your 'more', Kevin?" she asked in sultry tones, keeping her mouth enticingly millimetres away from his.

She even moved in front of him as though she might offer a blow job at any second. That should keep him on his toes, and his libido as a restraining leash.

Every nerve in him wanted to shag her senseless. And he followed in her wake, yearning to touch her skin. "Tell me what you want, and I shall get some pleb to bring it," he readily promised.

"No," she firmly declined, deliberately ghosting her lips over his jawline. "No, I'm not interested in somebody else fawning over you and your whims. I'm talking about you personally. Are you willing to show me what you're made of?"

He was waiting to see what else she was curious about, because she'd planted herself onto his lap, almost straddling his hips; offering all sorts of delights. And yet this wasn't a dead cert like it normally was when he was this close to a woman. This particular one could easily end it all at any second, and that thought thrilled him with its uncertainty.

But he was confused when she scowled at him.

"What's the matter with you? Forgotten how to use your hands?" Donna griped. "I'm not doing everything."

Startled, Kilgrave raised his hands and immediately placed them on her breasts.

She in turned whacked his hands off her body. "Oi! Real person here, not some Barbie doll. Don't you know how to touch properly anymore? You've killed the mood."

To his surprise, she plunged her hands into his hair, scraping her nails across his scalp, ending up by placing her fingers against his temple. It was the touch of her mind against his that caused his eyes to roll back in his head. There had never been any sensation like it in his life. "Fuck!" he cried out in ecstasy.

"That's it," she sing-songed as he writhed beneath her body. "Come for me. Now isn't that better?" she crooned, into his ear.

She'd hidden her contempt at how easy he was to bring to this blissful plateau; but she needed him to want to return to her. The only way to maintain control of him was to keep him keen.

All he was aware of was her intoxicating presence. What wouldn't he do to repeat that experience in the future? "Oh, Donna," he gasped.

"Good. That's just what I wanted to hear," she continued to sweetly say in his ear. "Now, I shall know if you have been a naughty boy until we meet again. Can you do that for me? Can you be good? I shall reward you with pleasure if you are."

"I'll be good," he eagerly vowed.

To make sure he would be, she planted the memory of his orgasm firmly in his mind to appear whenever he carried out a good deed. "I think you might be," she allowed, and sunk her mouth down to capture his lips.

He groaned loudly, wanting it to continue when she released her hold. "Please," he begged.

"I have other things to attend to, so you have to go," she ordered him, knowing he would not consider disobeying yet. "Meet me here tomorrow; same time. Can you do that?" He nodded enthusiastically. "I have a little Christmas surprise planned, just for you so bring fresh underwear."

"Of course," he agreed.