A/N: Heeeey! What would life be without a little Ortiz in it? May we never have to find out. Drop me a hello before you go. I love to see who has come to play! RR! Enjoy! KJX

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Juice loved puzzles.

He loved to take something apart and put it back together again. He craved searching for information that people thought they had hidden. Most times after a club assignment he has had to sit with his brain on overdrive for days with his fingers itching to do more - to dive deeper, for no other reason than the fact that he could.

This was why he liked Happy. Happy understood taking someone apart mentally. Looking into them from as many angles as possible and using what he learned to get them to give him what he wanted. Happy understood the pleasure of unlocking that particular fear of torment that they thought was buried deep. He did it with his tools and Juice did it with keystrokes, but the impulse came from the same place. Juice wished that the club used him for what he was best at more often, the way they used Happy. The club was his life but SAMCRO didn't give him nearly enough to do with his brain.

Tig had always told him he was too nice to the women hanging around the clubhouse, but that was his way…not his weakness. So maybe it was because he met her outside of the club that he thought she'd be different, easier to deal with. When they met, she had her nose wide open for him, for the life, for the club. It was all…Yes, baby and Anything you need, baby. Now, barely two weeks in, she thought she was above every croweater and sweet butt in the place. Despite him not making her his girlfriend or even approaching the Old Lady conversation, she wedged herself between him and any brother that spoke to him, making sure to be seen wrapped around his waist.

It wasn't disrespect exactly. It felt more like a power play between them. She thought her hi-glossed pout and slick slit made it all okay when she refused to call him 'Juice'. The first time he brought her to the clubhouse, she called him Juan. With her neck extended and her volume a little louder than necessary, she asked if he wanted another beer, making sure others heard her, too.

Juan…It was strange. The second time she did it, it was obvious. After that, it just grated on his nerves.

He asked her why she did it and she smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She cooed at him, as if he was a little slow, reminding him that it was his name. No shit. He stared at her, trying to figure out what her thoughts might be when she suddenly smiled. If she had batted her eyelashes any faster, they would have blown the napkins right off of the bar. The next few days that they'd spent their evenings there, she'd wiggle her way into his lap asking questions about his day or what he wanted to eat, but he heard the undercurrent of deceit in the lilt of her voice. He saw the misrepresentation of her feelings for him in her eyes when they scanned the room looking for someone more important, higher up the food chain. Posturing and giggling, playing the coquettish role, using him to make a name for herself. He fucked her anyway.

Later, he made sure to ask her to call him Juice. She wrinkled her pert little nose, eyes twinkling with laughter. Laughter? This bitch is laughing at me. She whined that he was messing up the mood, rubbing her ample chest against him. He let her put her tongue in his mouth, silencing what would have become an argument. She didn't see that while she kissed him, his eyes were still open.

This was a problem.

His brothers already poked fun at his age and his inexperience 'in the life', so he could not let some position hungry, piece of pussy diminish him even more in front of them. He could not let her add to them seeing him as a weak link. And if she couldn't see the annoyance on his face or the way he grits his teeth when she found yet another reason to have to add his name to the conversation, then she wasn't paying attention to him at all. Or maybe she was ignoring it. Ignoring him…maybe it was actually disrespect. Shit.

Solve the problem.

0.o.0.o.0

She was the kind that wanted him every night before she headed home. Genuinely a sexual person but also intentionally staking her claim in front of the others. So, he made sure he avoided her the night before they went on the next run, telling her to go home and to not come back, under the pretense of him having to make special preparations. He tripped her up with his full wattage smile and a smack on the ass, cutting off her protest. He held her hand and kissed her temple as he walked her all the way to her car to make sure she left. Before she pulled out of her parking space, she looked up at him through her window like he had canceled Christmas. If he were honest, he'd have to admit that he enjoyed that - it felt like he had already gained a piece of control back.

This trip was scheduled for five days. That was going to be five days to start to break her. Five days of knowing his computer was sending her the scheduled, explicit texts he had created - not answering her responses. Five days of building up her expectations. Five days of taking back his power.

When Juice sets his mind to something he is relentless. People are puzzles, too.

When they returned, she ran straight to him, barely letting him dismount his bike before she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist - raining loud smacking kisses all over his face and neck, her claims of missing him a little over the top. He wanted to roll his eyes at the show she was putting on but instead, he smiled wide, kissing her forehead. Wrapping his arm around her waist, squeezing her close while they walked into the clubhouse. He put her off when they entered his dorm, claiming that he didn't want a quickie, that he wanted to take his time with her later. But he made her wait for him while he showered, let her see him strip down to nothing. Made her talk to him about her days while he was gone through the nearly transparent shower curtain. Facing her while he soaped up, letting her eyes see everything he was withholding from her. He had her wait for him while he dried off and got dressed, knowing she was crossing and recrossing her legs to ease the pulsing between them.

For the rest of the night, she was glued to his side - sitting in his lap, holding his beer while he played pool. As the party went on around them, she rubbed up against him damn near purring. Juice kept her worked up with a brush of his lips on her neck and a wandering hand on her ass, smiling to himself when she shivered.

Can we go to the room now? She must have asked 15 times and each time Juice promised her that they would. Then started another game or grabbed another drink or took a trip outside to smoke with another brother. As the party wound down, he noticed that her heels were starting to hurt her, her smile had less wattage, her eyes less sparkle. This was what he wanted.

Leaning into her, he whispered that he brought her something back from the trip. Her eyes lit up and in a voice too loud for the lulled environment, she gushed her joy over getting a present… she gave her thanks to Juan.

Juan. His jaw ticked but he kept his smile in place. Any misgivings he had about continuing with his plans went out the window. He held her hand as they walked down the hallway to his dorm. When he stopped outside the door to kiss her, she tried to climb him right there. He pulled her arms out from around him, nudging her inside and locking the door. He kissed her thoroughly and she responded like a woman drowning with her hands everywhere, tugging at his belt, lifting up his shirt.

He breathed an order to hop into the shower against her mouth, claiming not to want to taste anything but her. Her eyes were dilated with arousal when she stumbled to the bathroom and Juice went in after her, playfully rushing her, purposely stirring up the fire.

She looked so disappointed when she reappeared wrapped in a towel, seeing that he still had his jeans on. He stood with his hand behind his back and a slowly growing tilted smile. Bringing his hand out, she stared at the white leather wrist restraints dangling from it, then at him. They had never used any toys together, he wondered if she was capable of giving up control. He reached out for her hand and pulled her to him, letting her feel his hardness growing underneath her palm. Leaning down to kiss her again, he tugged on her towel and she let it fall to the floor. Pulling back, he locked eyes with her and jerked his head toward the bed. She wasted no time, eagerly hopping on it, wiggling to get into the middle. He looped the short chain of the restraints around the center slat of the headboard, securing her wrist in each one. She was already trembling when Juice peeled his jeans and briefs off, settling on his side next to her.

She hummed out her pleasure while Juice moved over her hard-tipped breasts dragging his tongue across them and running open-mouthed kisses down her side. He bit down on the skin drawn tight over her hip joint, forcing a gasp out of her. Trailing his index finger up her inner thigh, he offered her the only way out of his experiment.

Say it…he breathed against her abdomen.

She gasped in response to his single finger now strumming lightly over her already swollen lips, not knowing what he wanted.

Say Juice. She whined, urging him to continue, rolling her hips, looking forward to him providing her relief.

Juice drug his finger up her open folds, brushing her most sensitive spot. Then did it with two fingers, then three. Turning his hand to the side, he wiggled all three fingers across her swollen nub from the hard top to the hyper-sensitive tip. Her mouth dropped open, her breath frozen in her chest before releasing a single…shit! She hadn't been ready for him to jump from teasing to this full-on finisher move. She strained against him, her hips lurching. It took less than a minute to bring her to the edge.

He studied her face before he offered her the out again…Say it.

Her mouth and eyes were pleading for him to continue but Juice could see real annoyance there. This bitch. She was trying to hold out for whatever control she thought she had. When his fingers began to move again, her eyes slammed shut. Just moments later, Juice let her come but he didn't stop when she did. He kept his fingers in motion while her orgasm destroyed her. The over stimulation drawing curses out of her mouth that would make a preacher blush. She tried closing her legs to keep him from continuing but his long fingers were still able to move freely, unencumbered in the slippery space. Trembling, she called on God.

She called on Jesus.

She called him and his wicked fingers the devil.

But she never called him Juice.

Her back arched off of the bed, legs shaking, telling him that it was too much right up to the second she exploded again. Her wail rang in his ears but he didn't hesitate to continue using her body against her. When he slid two fingers inside of her, she yelped out a need for a break, protesting the continued stimulation between moans and sharp cries. Juice muffled her noise with his hand, her broken screams vibrating against his palm, while her head jerked back and forth. Fully focused, he observed the subject of his strategy, gathering the information her body gave him that her mouth never would, in case he had to use it again. He watched her twitch, her abdomen fluttering and jumping. Watched her face as she struggled against the restraints that held her arms above her head, while his fingers stroked slowly. In and out. In and out.

People are puzzles, too.

He took his hand away and she drew in her breath in quick gasps but let it leave in long exhales. He knew she could feel him hard against her thigh, so he pressed into her, rocking slowly. She hissed something about wanting him and Juice heard her but he was working his plan at his pace. Her hips stuttered when he curled his fingers up. She stopped breathing as he applied pressure to that spongy spot just inside her opening. The spot that his first adult lover introduced him to. He smiled remembering her, Cassandra. She had freckles on her chest and tan lines where her tiny bikini tops covered her. Her rented house by the beach was a wonderland for him for three exceptionally intense weeks. She was engaged back then and he wondered if she ever got married. His brain searched in its corners for her last name, coming up blank because of the distraction laying next to him. I should look her up. He tagged that in his mental "To Do" list, bringing his concentration back to the present.

Her hips rose and fell in time with his slow movements. She had begun to sweat, her hair stuck to her face along the hairline. The muscles in her arms were taught, involuntarily straining against her bonds. Removing his fingers tortuously slow, he studied the pained look on her face. The sound of her shuddering breaths were silenced by Juice covering her mouth with his. She kissed him limply, unable to catch her breath properly, when he pulled away her eyes were glazed over. They cleared some when he made his fingers into the O.K. sign and flicked her pebble-hard nipple. She gasped, pointlessly trying to squirm away. Juice flicked the other one three times in a row, watching it grow harder, rising higher, pleased to see her bite her lip.

Not quite averse to pain. He tucked away that piece of information in case he needed to use it later. Going back to the first one, he flicked the peak twice more. She arched her back and leaned away from him but also - and most importantly - she whimpered, Please.

Please, what? Please, who?… Juice knew it wasn't time to press her again just yet.

Now her writhing was intended to entice him. She looked at him with lustful eyes and flicked her tongue out to wet her bottom lip, rolling toward him with her hips straining to make contact. Juice wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in tight. Laying on their sides, he rocked against her, his hard heat rubbing on the center of her stomach and then abdomen. As he shifted lower and lower on the bed, she threw her thigh over his hip in anticipation of his entrance.

Yespleasepleaseplease…she chanted into his un-hearing ear. Her mistake was closing her eyes, if she had been looking at him she would have known something was coming. Instead of continuing on his downward trail, Juice poked her in the side. Startled, she twisted away. Sensing a weakness, his lips started to curl up into a smile. He poked her again then squeezed her side and she squeaked. He raised his eyebrows, congratulating himself on taking the risk.

Juice had squeezed her sides before and barely gotten a smile out of her. His brain processed the new information. His synapses were firing like mad, gathering the pieces he needed. Click. Click. Click. His theory? Her aroused state made her skin more sensitive to previous stimuli. If that were true, then maybe her double orgasm made her even more so.

Test the theory.

Juice squeezed her side again, lower, closer just above her hip bone. She shrieked, immediately rolling to get away from his fingers, before releasing a high-pitched laugh. Juice stopped, deciding how to implement this into his plan quickly. When she looked at him, she could see the calculations going behind his eyes, his far-away look was unsettling. She was so focused on his face that she didn't see his hand move before he poked her in her exposed armpit. Shocked, hysterical laughter burst from her mixed with pleas to make it stop.

Now singular-minded, Juice wriggled his single digit around in the sensitive hollow, deaf to her protests and her demands that he stop, while she bucked and flailed her legs to get away. She squealed out childishly shrill laughter when he added another finger, her body stretched as far away from him as possible. When Juice paused his errant fingers, not quite breaking contact with her skin and leaned into her ear, he could feel the tension pouring from her. Her breath coming in tiny gasps, the waiting making it so much worse.

No…the word alone made her twist away, panicking in advance. He squeezed her side again, higher, right on the side of her breast. She shrieked, kicking her feet as if that would deter him. Cruelly, he looped his leg over both of hers to keep her from twisting away anymore, while he squeezed and poked up and down her sides. Never staying in one place longer than a second. Disbelief crossed her face as she was reduced to an airless marionette - mouth open with no sound, her every limb jerking the way her master desired.

When he returned to that spot just above her hip bone again, squeezing and digging his fingers in, she bucked so hard that he could barely keep her under his leg. Like a woman possessed, her eyes intermittently flung open wide and scrunched closed, while she pushed giddy, maniacal laughter out of her lungs. He was surprised yet oddly satisfied to see tears coming to her eyes. Found it. Happy would be so proud, he thought. Her laugh now turned hearty and deep, amused him. He chuckled a little as she gasped for air between explosions of laughter. In her tortured state, she found enough air to call him an asshole…a bastard…but not once, not fucking once, did she call him Juice.

When he stopped again, she was still desperately trying to pull away from him. Her brain on autopilot continued to twist her body as far as she could to get away from him, despite the fact that her precious gift was imprisoning her in the middle of the bed. Even though he wasn't touching her and had removed his leg that held her down, she was still giggling in between dragging in lungfuls of air. Eventually, the tension in her body began to relax and she lay flat, still recovering the oxygen her own laughter had stolen from her.

A slow smirk began to form on his face. Confusion clouded her eyes now, her low-grade fear produced the low whimpers that escaped. He trailed his fingertips down her stomach, watching the muscles jerk and twitch in anticipation of him digging in to tickle her again. But that's not what he wanted. Juice brushed his fingertips lightly over her swollen nether lips and her whole body seized. He did it again, feather-light, watching her inner thigh muscles jumping, realizing that the same way her arousal made her more susceptible to being tickled - being tickled had heightened her arousal.

That's a vicious circle to be in, ain't it?

Juice watched the uncertainty in her eyes, savoring it. He realized now that she had always been so confident in bed, subtly taking the lead - Juice got more than a little thrill in taking that away from her. He might have felt bad for it…but she had taken his very name from him, hadn't she? He toyed with her, only brushing her skin, noting that her thighs had parted just a little bit more. When he sank his fingers inside of her, she wanted him to go faster but he didn't. Instead, he upped the ante, opening his mouth wide and hoovering her entire nipple, areola and all, in. Laving his tongue over it. Biting. Sucking. He curled his fingers up inside her and added pressure on her nub with his thumb while she gasped and cried out for mercy, straining and pulling on her restraints.

Once again, he took his hand away. Desperate to feel movement, she raised her hips up repeatedly searching for him and he knew he had pushed her far enough.

Say it…His name immediately ejected from her in a cry that could be heard all through the dorms.

He wasted no time in rewarding her. His fingers invading. His thumb on her destroyed any control she thought she had over her own body. She came with the devastating force of a virgin with her first vibrator. Her face was a mask of shock, her throat unable to produce sound. Her body jerked violently, muscles contracting. Delirious, low moans were all that was coming out of her now as the rolling aftershocks hit her again and again.

This is where he wanted her. Why he denied himself until this moment. Hastily sliding a condom on, Juice rolled her onto her side, lifted her leg and entered her from the back. Her walls clamped down on him as he filled her up. He listened to her whimpers while he held steady to calm down. He had a death grip on her hip, holding her still - keeping her wanting what he might do, but afraid of it all the same. He started a smooth, easy rhythm, letting her adjust…before he fucked up her whole world. The first time he snapped his hips forward, her scream startled even him. The second time he was ready for it.

Say it…he growled into her ear, needing to hear it again. Applying more pressure to his hold on her hip, not caring about the fingerprint bruises he was leaving.

His name, given to him by the club he loved, burst from her with each calculated, snapping thrust he gave her. Hearing it energized his whole body, now he was running on rocket fuel. Her sensitivity level was not his concern, fast and hard was what he wanted for himself. He rolled and with her situated face down, he drove into her with zero regard. At this point, he couldn't even hear her over the blood pounding in his own ears. She was so far gone that her cries were now sobbing pleas, for what she didn't even know. Her vocal chords produced incoherent, muffled syllables that stuttered and stumbled into each other while he drove the very breath out of her lungs.

Juice didn't have the spare brain power to even care if she could breathe properly, with her face smashed into the mattress by his body weight and her arms still trapped above her head. His peak was too high. The feeling of control, the complete domination of her was working against his need to come, making him last longer despite wanting so much to finish. He knew what would get him there and demanded she provide it again…Say it. Fucking say it! Repentant for her earlier attempts of defiance to him and the club, she repeated his name on a sob twice more before her orgasm took her ability to speak completely away.

Her muffled wailing pierced its way into his frenzy, pushing him past the point of being in control. His release hit him like a freight train, ripping a sound out of him that could only be described as animalistic in its explosive bellow. His spine stiffened ramrod straight before his body collapsed into convulsions, spurting forcefully, repeatedly. His back yearned for a break but the spasms continued after his body had emptied out every ounce that he had. Only after he rolled away, still trying to regulate his breathing, could he hear her low, mewling. Juice looked over at her, still face down, having not yet regained control over her limbs. After a few moments, he helped to roll her limp body onto its back. Her eyes were still unfocused, wandering from his face to the walls to the ceiling. With the same devastating smile that had drawn her in to begin with, he leaned over her and unfastened the restraints. Once her arms were released, she let her eyes slowly droop closed while he rubbed his thumbs across the marks left behind on her wrists, encouraging the blood flow. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed them gently, knowing that it might leave bruising.

Maybe she won't forget so quickly then. Her eyes fluttered open and on a voice barely able to be heard, she offered it up like a precious sacrament, reverent and holy…Juice. Brushing his lips near her hairline, he stroked her cheek gently then rolled out of bed, tossing the condom in the trash. In heading for the shower, he snatched the room's door open, letting it bang against the wall - not caring who might be walking by. When he glanced over his shoulder, she was weakly scrambling to cover herself. Yeah, there was no way she would forget. When her eyes met his, he saw the questioning there. But he was done with the puzzle. His brain already moving on, wanting something new to unravel. With his trademark smile nowhere in sight, it was with darkened, hard eyes that he barked, "Now that's my fucking name. Get your shit and get out."

Problem solved.