He's seething inside.

He's been watching her from afar for a long while now, as she's engrossed in a conversation with two men who are obviously and unashamedly flirting with her, with the unmistakable aim of leaving this event with her tonight. Admittedly, the men are indeed attractive and obviously very charming, which certainly did not escape her notice either.

And she flirts back boldly. Twinkling eyes, heartfelt laughter, casually touching the arm of one of these douchebags once or twice.

Not that he had the slightest doubt about her fidelity. Not that he had any serious reason to be jealous. Not that he didn't know that she responds to other men's flirting or initiates the flirting herself on purpose, for the sole reason that she enjoys torturing him.

Because she knows that it drives him crazy, that he hates nothing more than her making eyes at other men who ogle her shamelessly and throw themselves at her. And he hates that, when she responds to the flirting, they buy her a drink or, even worse, try to touch her - sometimes even with success. Of course, she always sets clear boundaries and would never allow anyone to touch more than her arm or back, and yet it's enough to make him clench his fists and jaw.

She also knows for a fact that, as a result of the unashamed flirting she put up for the whole night, he'll come down on her rough and hard once they are alone, claiming her as his. And she wants him to do exactly that.

And if she's honest with herself, she genuinely enjoys attracting other men's interest in general, only to leave the event with him and him alone. Or to sometimes even let him kiss her in front of them - a kiss that leaves no other conclusion than that they've been mercilessly screwed by a taken woman.

But even though Harvey knows all this, he's seething inside. And when the taller of the two guys puts a hand on her lower back with the clear intention of leaving it there for the rest of the night, he has enough. The urge to beat up these sleazy pricks and then fuck her in front of the assembled crowd to mark his territory takes over and he can't stand it anymore, even though at that moment she's already excusing herself from the conversation to escape the unwelcome touch.

He has seen enough and he's not going to let her get away with it. For this reason, he ends his conversation with the managing partner of Quarks & Sons, during which he was only physically present anyway, and follows her as she disappears in the direction of the restroom.

As she steps out of the door again a few minutes later, sinking the lipstick she has just reapplied into her handbag, she stops abruptly when she finds him leaning against the opposite wall.

"Harvey," she points out, smiling seductively and innocently at the same time as she approaches him, reaching for his lapel in an attempt to kiss him. "What are you doing here?"

He stops her by catching her wrist a bit harshly before her fingers even have a chance to reach him. His voice is low and raw and extremely demanding, leaving no room for any protest. "We are leaving." He lets go of her wrist but gently pushes her in the direction of the wardrobe.

Donna does her best to suppress a smug grin at the realization that her plan has worked once again and that she has him exactly where she wants him. But instead of showing him that, she asks chastely "What? Why? Wasn't there supposed to be fireworks in half an hour? Shouldn't we stay to see that? It's gonna be fun."

"No we shouldn't," he simply replies, his voice even more demanding than before, although barely noticeable to anyone but her. "I'm not going to watch you flirt with these douchebags for another minute. I think you've had more than enough fun here."

Donna stops in her tracks and turns around, no longer able to hide the smirk on her face from him. "Harvey, I wasn't flirting, I was just socializing. You know how much I love meeting and talking to people, men or not." She pauses before she adds in a lower voice "You are the only one I ever wanted and you know that."

"I do," he whispers as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer. "But I think I need to teach you a lesson."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks innocently, her dark eyes boring into his.

He leans forward until his lips brush the shell of her ear ever so slightly, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. When he speaks again his voice is nothing more than a husky whisper, dripping with sex and promise.

"Once we're home, I'm gonna show you exactly what you do to me, Donna. I'm gonna make you scream my name over and over again until you no longer even remember your own. I'm gonna mark you as mine. And I'm gonna show you who your daddy is."

She inhales sharply and is left speechless for a second, heat pooling between her legs, his words igniting her insatiable desire for him once again. She's sure her panties are damp from arousal already. She growls as she melts into the claiming kiss he gives her, but way too soon he pulls back determinedly and instructs her to wait outside as he gets their coats from the wardrobe.

He only loses sight of her for a few seconds but when he turns away from the cloakroom attendant the same guy who was trying to get into her pants only minutes ago is already with her again. He seems to have witnessed at least a part of their interaction because he looks a little irritated and worried as he speaks to her. But Donna just smiles at him and says goodbye politely, throwing Harvey a wink before she leaves the building through the glass door. Unbridled jealousy rises inside of him once more and it takes all his willpower not to put this man in his place. Instead, he follows her resolutely, sensing the man's gaze on his back.

And it's true, for an outsider this whole thing might appear a little abusive - the way he is all possessive and demanding with her, leaving no room for arguments. However, to Donna and Harvey it's just a game, their way of foreplay in a setting like this. It's clear to both of them that Donna wants to go home at least as much as he does, the arousal building up inside her even more with his dominant behavior.

The short cab drive to his condo passes without conversation, the tension between them practically palpable. His hand rests heavily on her thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh. Her whole body tingles with excitement and he feels the bulge in his pants slowly getting harder. A part of him hates that his jealousy is causing this, and that she knows exactly how to bring it on. But another, bigger part of him is just too hungry for her and determined to fuck the other men out of her head real quick.

So as soon as the front door closes behind them and they are finally alone, he presses her roughly against the nearest wall, causing her handbag to drop to the floor. She groans as his strong hands keep her in place and his mouth lowers to her ear. "You've been pretty naughty tonight. You know that I can't stand it when you are too flirtatious with other men and leave me alone."

"I'm sorry, Harvey."

"You're sorry? I think I gotta remind you who you belong to."

He quickly lifts her dress and pulls her panties down, brings a hand between her legs and stiffens. "I can't believe how soaked you are. Did this son of a bitch do this to you?"

"No Harvey, you did this to me. You know you did."

He opens his belt and zipper in a bit of a hurry before he growls "Then let me show you what else I can do to you," simultaneously pulling his cock from his pants.

And then he enters her without warning in one strong thrust, bumping against her cervix in the process, causing her to cry out loud. "Oh fuck, yes," she moans. He sets a severe pace and literally fucks her against the wall, his hands keeping her pressed against it, giving her no chance to move. It might be a bit crass, but it's exactly what she needed and wanted from him tonight, because sometimes she just needs to be thoroughly fucked and handled by him. And she can't help but cry out her pleasure, accompanied by his low grunts and the slapping sounds his hips make every time they meet hers.

"Who do you belong to, Donna?" he asks breathlessly.

"You, Harvey. I'm all yours," she all but whimpers.

"Good girl, that's right," he says. "Come here," he demands as he slows down his movements and pulls her upper body back against his chest, devouring her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. He kneads her breasts while doing so and lets one hand slowly travel down between her thighs. She groans in anticipation and as he reaches her clit her upper body sinks back against the wall in search of hold and she pushes back her ass to change the angle and give him better access. "Harvey, please," she pleads.

He picks up pace again then and it's not long before he feels her walls spasming around his cock, so he reaches for her clit again and slaps her once, twice, three times and then she sees stars and screams his name and if he didn't have her pinned against the wall, holding her tightly, she would probably collapse to the floor.

He doesn't give her much time to come down, just keeps thrusting into her, slaps her ass and grunts "You're all mine". He slaps her ass again and pulls her cheeks apart and as he finally spills his semen into her he cries out and she does, too, because he hits her so deep and she is still, or again, so damn aroused and sensitive.

He collapses against her then, and for the next couple minutes they just lean against the wall together, all sweaty and out of breath. His nose is buried into her messy hair, his grip still firm on her hips, as he listens to the small whimpers still falling from her lips.

"Is that all you got?" she teases him after another breath or two and he huffs. "Don't think I'm done with you already."

"Then make me come again, Harvey," she purrs as she untangles herself from him and struts in the direction of the bedroom.

He's with her in a few steps. Her wish is his command. Always and forever.