Play while reading or listen to (preferably before) Puddle of Mudd's song "Control." It will really add to the experience of the chapter.

Shout-out to my beta MercerGirl21, whom this chapter is dedicated to.

Disclaimer: I do not on the song "Control" it belongs to the band and who ever else has the rights. I am making no money off of this...blah, blah, woof, woof.

WARNING: Contains themes some may find offensive or inappropriate.

He felt her nails digging into his skin, knew there would be marks there tomorrow morning. But he really could care fucking less. He was leaving marks of his own. There was no gentleness to his touch, and that seemed to turn her on all the more. He reached up and tangled his hand in her hair yanking her head up to look in her eyes. He didn't hold her gaze, didn't want to destroy the protective haze they seem to be operating within. Instead he dipped his head down and attacked her mouth with his lips and tongue. She kissed him back, just as ferocious. His other hand traveled the length of her spine, before grabbing a handful of her ass. She returned the favor by reaching down with both hands to fondle him through his boxers. Her touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his brain. Before he could even recover she was yanking his boxers down and freeing the part of him she wanted to explore, skin on skin. He didn't wait for her next move, he shoved her back on the bed and began licking, kissing, sucking, and biting every inch of her breasts, chest, and throat. While his hands explored the rest of her body within his reach, carefully avoiding just one area.

"Hey, hey! Hey you okay?"

Sitting bolt upright she stared at him, the look on her face frightened him. She looked so desperate and so afraid. Throwing herself into his lap she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She jammed her head in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. He could feel her body quaking. These nightmares she was having had been plaguing her for weeks. He began to stroke his hands up and down her back, wanting to give her some comfort. He felt her lips brush his ear.

She begged him "Make it go away. Make it all go away."

He tried to ignore the sensations her lips stirred in him. But he couldn't ignore the feel of her smooth naked skin beneath his fingertips. Or the heat of her breasts pressed against his chest. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Putting his head to her shoulder he began to scrap his teeth along her collarbone and suck at her skin. She arched her neck allowing him better access.

"Yes…YES."

Reaching out blindly, he groped for the stereo on his night table. He managed to push the Cd function and the repeat button. The first song of whatever Cd was in there would endlessly repeat until shut off. He waited for the first chord of the song to begin playing before turning up the volume to a level he hoped would conceal their dirty deeds. It didn't register in his mind or hers how oddly appropriate the Puddle of Mudd song playing was in this situation.

Dragging her tongue across the palm of one hand she reached down and grabbed his erection. She began to pump it up and down, roughly. He growled in appreciation. Using her other hand she yanked his head around directing his mouth to where she wanted it, to where it would please her the most. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, her feet digging into the cheeks of his ass. Neither spoke except for the uncontrollable sighs, moans, and groans that escaped their lips. Their hands, mouths, lips, tongues…their very bodies battled for domination. Neither would back down.

He wasn't really surprised when she refused to stay lying on her back. The missionary position wasn't really her style, too submissive he would guess. Instead she flipped him on his back and straddled him. The length of him was pressed against her folds and it took all his control not to lift her up and slam her straight down on his throbbing cock. He managed to hold off just long enough to slip a condom on. Then he lifted her up and, with no preliminaries, rammed himself deep inside of her. Loving the look on her face, as her body shuddered with pleasure and she cried his name.

"Bobby!"

"I'm gonna fuck you till you come, and then I'm gonna keep on fucking you." he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you till you feel like you're splitting in two."

"Well…than…maybe…you'll…be able…to keep…up with me." she growled back between thrusts. "Because I'm not…going to stop…until…I…can't…come…anymore!"

Soon they existed in a world of their own, completely enthralled by the sight, sound, and taste of each other. The hours they spent consuming one another were hot, wet, raw, and satisfying. But there was nothing gentle or loving about it. All else was forgotten but the need to quench the ache inside…the hunger. While the same song played over and over again.

I love the way you look at me!

I love the way you smack my ass!

I love the dirty things you do,

when I have control of you!

I need to feel you!

You need to feel me!

I can't control you.

You're not the one for me, no….

R & R please.