WARNING: This gets filthy- NOW!

Seducing Patrick Jane

Chapter 7

Jane's eyes were wide with horror.

Senior special agent Teresa Lisbon came for him, dressed in an extremely flimsy, unbelievably short, practically see-through nightgown that left no doubt about the fact that she wore nothing underneath it. His shock didn't prevent him from getting hard. Like pure steel.

Her face was intent. Icy. Livid.

She grabbed his wrist and handcuffed it to his bed's headboard before repeating the same action on the other side.

"Teresa!", he cried out, "what…"

"Shut up!", she yelled. He startled and obeyed.

Lisbon moved slowly, finally straddling his hips. He groaned. She raked her fingernails over his chest, making him think that he was most possibly dreaming- Ohhhhhh….yes, this definitely felt like the hottest sexual fantasy. Only much, much better.

"Listen, Jane", she snarled, "I tried to be nice- I really did. I gave you every chance to come along. I was sweet, fair, patient, understanding. But no matter what I did- you ran."

"But I…"

"Keep your trap shut, Patrick Jane- or I swear to god I'll gag you!"

He swallowed and was silent immediately.

"What I was just about to say when I was so rudely interrupted", she gave him a pointed glare, "was that I'm fed up. I've had it with you, Patrick Jane. It's playtime for me now. And god knows I earned it! By the way… if it has slipped your notice- like pretty much everything else in the last days- you're tied to the bed. So don't try to put up a fight. You'll just hurt yourself."

She got up and closed the remains of the door she'd kicked in. Only the lock had splintered, and she had wisely chosen the backdoor for her entrance, wading through the shallow water and climbing up on his porch. The patio was separated from his neighbor's by a wooden wall, so the broken door was no privacy problem. They would be heard, of course. But those were the Maldives, full of over-eager honeymooners. They wouldn't draw attention.

She just hoped he wouldn't cry for help. She turned around. He was watching her, panting, eyes wide with surprise, desire and…fear. She reveled in the expression. He should be scared. She would take every ounce of self-control from him. Make him a whimpering, begging mass of lust. With pleasure.

She walked over to him and straddled him again. She slowly retrieved a piece of black cloth she had wrapped around her wrist.

"Sorry, Jane," she purred, " you got every chance to prevent this. But you fucked up big time."

She blindfolded him. Jane gasped, but was smart enough not to say anything.

Done. She smiled smugly. Now he was hers. Completely at her mercy. He wasn't running anywhere now. The whole glorious, sexy male at her disposal. Oh, that felt good.

He bore her scratch marks on his chest. She bowed down and trailed them with her tongue, bathing in his soft moans.

She got up, completely separating her body from his, and he whimpered in protest until he felt her legs brushing against his. She squatted down and pulled his boxers off, freeing his throbbing erection. Damn, he was huge. Her insides clenched with anticipation. But no need to rush things- they had all night. She pressed a chaste kiss on his length, square in the middle, and felt him buck beneath her lips. Hmmmm. Sensitive, aren't we? She kissed him some more, and he cried out every time. She had just planned to play with him a little bit, but this was too much temptation to resist. She licked across the tip of his manhood, and Jane roared with lust, straining against the handcuffs.

"Oh god Teresa", he gasped, "please don't stop, I'm going to die.."

"Don't talk", she purred against his most sensitive spot, making him shake so hard the handcuffs rattled, "be a good little boy and maybe I'll keep this up for a while."

He wailed when she sucked on the crown of his rock hard member, pushing her tongue into the tiny slit on top of it. Hot sweat broke out on his body while his hips undulated beneath her. He was unable to stop the movement, the lust boiled in his veins so hot he almost couldn't breathe.

He felt her mouth open, taking his cock in as deep as she could, and his scream burned in his lungs, he pulled on the handcuffs so hard he bruised his wrists, and it didn't matter at all. All that mattered was her sweet mouth on him, her hot tongue caressing his straining length, sucking him into ecstasy.

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted what she was doing to him, but he couldn't form the words. He was a seething mass of lust and sensation, and feeling was all he could do.

Lisbon's hot, sweet lips spanned his shaft, her tongue pressing down on the hard ridge, going up and down, up and down, god, it made him shake all over, she almost pulled back completely, sucking on the tip of his cock, then pushed back down, his hypersensitive glans hitting the back of her throat- he cried out, close to delirium, his whole body felt tense and tight, ready to shoot his load anytime now.

"Teresa", he whimpered, "pull back-release me, fast, I'm going to…."

But she just continued her merciless sucking, cupping his balls with her hot little hands, and he came with a roar, directly into her mouth. Lisbon groaned with delight when she swallowed his come, using her tongue to coax even more out of him, and he screamed, as loud as he could. She drank everything he could give, until his head fell back against the headboard with an audible thud. He was gasping for air, shivering beneath her, heaving sobs wracking his body. She finally released his manhood and moved to straddle him again.

She removed the blindfold. His eyes were wet, he looked at her with utter adoration. She wiped at his lips with her thumb.

"Listen, Jane", she growled, "as you can imagine, I'm rather- excited right now. And this is all your fault. So, you can choose from two options. Number one: you promise not to run, and I'm going to untie you. Then, you can participate in the fun. And, in case you were unable to deduce that by now: No, I'm not into slow, adoring lovemaking , and especially not at this very moment. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can manage. Given that you're hung like a horse, this could be just as hard as I like it- and I hope you'll give me some bruises while you're at it. Number two: If you're unsure about your ability to behave yourself, you stay restrained- and I'll just have to mount and ride you until you scream. I give you some moments of privacy to make your decision."

She got up and opened the minibar, retrieving a small bottle of water. She drank some of it and returned to the bed, crawling on top of it to straddle his hips again. Hmmm, there was movement beneath her crotch. Look who's ready to play again. She smiled. She appreciated his vigor.

"You want to drink?" she breathed, and he nodded.

She put the open bottle against his lips and he swallowed thirstily. Damn, even the soft movements of his throat made her hot. When he'd finished, she recapped the bottle and threw it away.

Pushing both hands into his uber-soft curls she bowed down and kissed him. It was their first kiss, and he all but melted against her. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and he sucked on it greedily. Her fingers massaged his scalp while her lips slowly drove him crazy, taking more, and more, their tongues dueling, battling, both of them getting more and more frenzied.

When she broke the kiss and pulled away, he groped blindly for her lips, whimpering when she wouldn't come back. He needed to get his hands on her.

"I choose option number one", he groaned.

Lisbon smiled.

"I hoped you would say that."

Anyone who was hoping he would choose number two? Sorry, not this time…

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