Part II: My baby left me!

Chapter: No means no!

John Myers lay on his bed, and thought about Margot.

It was the fifth month of their long distance relationship, and due to horrible schedules and some really unfortunate and ill-timed vampire attacks on New York City, Myers had missed his opportunity to spend a weekend with Margot in Brussels last month.

So, it had been almost two months since they'd seen each other, and he was feeling it in every inch of his body.

She'll be here tomorrow. Myers thought. Tomorrow by this time, we'll be having sex on this very bed.

Or in kitchen. Or in bathroom. Or… wherever. There was no telling, knowing Margot. And that was just what made him anxious.

Christ, he needed her so bad! He made a low desperate growl, running his fingers through his hair. Just the thought of the things they'd do, had been enough to make him hard, and make his mind wander.

He was supposed to be working - reading and replying his emails, but with a sigh he closed the laptop. He couldn't work now, as his mind kept going back to the last time Margot had been here.

She had indeed tied him down, and not just that - made him use a blindfold too. It had been a first for Myers, and he hadn't been really sure about it beforehand, but now… Well, he had to admit he'd loved every second of it. Actually, it had felt more than just a game. With Margot, there was always this real sense of danger, of power, of something sinister lurking under the surface. He never knew quite what to expect with her, which had made their little game… well, exciting.

He was quite willing to try one of her kinky games again - and he knew so was Margot. Perhaps they should add something to it, though? She had asked him if he'd like to spank her sometime (a thing he had refused to do), but now he wondered if he should surprise her.

But just as he was busy with this thought, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Just a second." he shouted, cursing in his mind.

It was late already, and he really didn't want to see anyone right now - still a way too aroused by his thoughts - but it might be important.

It usually was important in BPRD at this hour.

Gathering himself, he got up, (rather stiffly) walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey, John." Beatrix Connelly smiled. "I hope this isn't a bad time?"

"Umm, no." Myers replied, and let her enter. "So, what is it? Is there some news of the-"

"Of the Teotihuacan case?" She shrugged. "Not exactly. Things seem to have calmed down there, for whatever reason. There was something else I needed you for."

"Yeah?" He asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

It was her presence that made him feel this way - he couldn't deny that he found her attractive. The exact reason he had tried to avoid her as much as possible lately. "Please, have a seat. You want a drink, or something?"

"A coke would be fine, if you have diet coke?" she replied, but didn't sit down.

"Yeah, sure." he said, and walked to the fridge. He picked a can of diet coke, and turned back to face Connelly - just to froze on his place.

She was looking at him, with a sinful grin on her blood red lips - and she'd opened the buttons of her blouse.

Myers felt the can flipping from his fingers, and falling to the floor.

"What are you-?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"What does it look like?" she purred, and took of the blouse, letting it fall to her feet. Slowly she pulled down the straps of her bra, and unclasped it.

Myers made a desperate groan, and turned his back on her.

Jesus, that woman had gorgeous breasts! But by God, he wished he hadn't seen them.

"Please, Beatrix." He managed. "Put on your clothes. I don't feel that way about you."

"Oh?" she laughed. "But I think you do. Look at me, and tell me you don't want me."

He didn't turn to look at her, shutting his eyes.

"I don't want you."

"You're a bad lier. Anyone ever told you that?"

"You should leave." he stated.

"Why?"

"Because I have a girlfriend."

"That little redhead?" She scorned. "Well, she isn't here, is she?"

"That's hardly the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"I don't want to hurt her." he said. "I love her."

"Always the gentleman." her voice, low and sexy, replied. She'd walked close to him while talking, and without warning, Myers suddenly felt how she wrapped her hands around his waist, and pressed her gorgeous, full breasts against his back.

"Christ!" he groaned, and stepped away from her. "I told you to leave, Beatrix."

But he had turned to look at her, to speak to her, and it had been a mistake.

She had removed her skirt too, and was now standing in front of him, wearing nothing but her high heels, and stay up socks up to mid thigh. And she looked heavenly.

She had a body of a bikini model - legs to die for, a tiny waist, large, perky breasts, and then her hips… Christ, they called for his hands and he felt helpless.

Suddenly his throat felt very dry, and his cheeks blushed. Her scent in the air around him was intoxicating, making him feverish. His thoughts felt odd and foggy, and he shook his head, trying to clear them.

Yeah, Margot really was not here, was she?

But Beatrix was. And she wanted him, for some reason he couldn't understand, and it made him feel flattered. He wasn't used to being approached by girls this hot.

"I know you want me." she said, with a low, sexy voice. "Why don't you touch me, John?"

"Oh, please, no. I can't do that." he groaned, and stepped away from her, walked to her clothes and picked them up. He held them out, and desperately trying not to look at her, continued: "I asked you to leave. Please, get dressed and just go."

His voice was no more than a desperate plea.

For there was something weird going on, and he didn't trust himself.

His hands were shaking, his groin ached and he felt hot all over - an agonizing need making it hard to think straight.

But Connelly didn't seem to notice his discomfort, or at least she didn't care about it. She walked to him, and gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"Come on, John. I know you want me. Let's not pretend otherwise."

Her eyes were huge, her pupils dark and wide like the ocean, and he felt like falling.

"Yeah." he heard his voice saying. "I do want you."

What are you doing! No, you ass! Stop it!

"Then touch me." she breathed, and pulled his hand to her breast. And he couldn't help it, he palmed her soft, full breast and groaned, as he felt her hardened nipple on his palm.

Just push her away - you can't do this! This is wrong.

But suddenly he couldn't remember why it was wrong. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and silenced the nagging voice in the back of his head, by kissing him. Christ, her lips were full and soft, like her breast in his hand, and he was lost. He felt a primitive need, like a burning fire inside of him, and groaning he pushed her against the wall, making her gasp.

He wasn't himself.

This wasn't happening to him, not really. Perhaps this was a dream, for it felt like one. He didn't remember his name anymore, nor hers, but it hardly mattered. All that mattered was the way her slender body against his made him feel. His heart was pounding, his core aching with need, and he let his tongue find hers.

Stop this you damn fool! What's the matter with you? What about Margot?!

That last thought suddenly pierced the fog of his thought, like a bullet, and he felt the dream shattering.

What the Hell was he doing?!

He forced himself to broke the kiss and step back.

"Christ, no!" He cursed. "What's going on? I don't want to do this!"

She frowned, her beautiful blue eyes turned hard and cold, and something like anger flashed in her gaze - but it was gone in a heartbeat.

"Stop resisting." It was a command, no doubt about it. "It's time for you to do as you're told."

"But I-"

"Shut up." She snapped, and he did - he had no choice.

Her hands were on his waist now, feeling his tight abdomen, and her scent of spices and exotic flowers was on him - and he felt his mind slipping again.

Who was he again? And why had it been so important to stop kissing her?

It all felt kind of distant now, for she was touching him again, opening the buttons of his jeans, and he felt like reality was slipping away from his grasp.

"Oh Lord…!" He cursed, as she slid her fingers into his underwear, to find his aching shaft.

It felt so good, her cool fingers on his cock, that was burning with lust. He had to bite his lip not to lose it.

His hands refused to push her away, as she knelt before him, and took him into her mouth.

"No…!" he pleaded, some part of him still remembering, that he should. "Please, don't-"

But she sucked him deep and hard, and it felt too good. His mind was an empty space, with nothing left but the pleasure she gave him, nothing but this moment, as if he didn't really exist anymore.

Except that there was something, like a shadow on the back of his mind, a glimpse that cut through his clouded thoughts.

A memory:

He is standing in a room, that isn't this room. It looks like a hotel room, and it's obviously night, for it's dark and his bed is unmade. But he isn't in the bed. He's leaning on the wall, and there is a woman kneeling in front of him. A young, slender redhead, wearing black leather pants and a latex top. And she's giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Christ, he can almost remember her name.

"Look up, look up to me, and I'll remember." he thinks, and she hears him. She looks up to his face, her green eyes glimmering, and he makes a gasp.

Margot!

And then, another memory.

They are at the airport, saying goodbyes. Margot is so close to him, that he feels her scent of roses and cinnamon in the air he inhales. There is a worried look in her eyes, as she looks him in the eye.

"Be careful, John." she says, silently. "Just be careful, alright?"

And he knows, Margot is talking about Beatrix.

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"With my life."

He pulls her close, wraps his strong arms around her petite shape, and comforts her with his closeness. "I promise." he says. "You've got nothing to worry about. I won't mess this up."

That did it.

Myers gasped, snapping out of the dream and the fog.

"No!" he shouted, grabbing Connelly by her shoulders, and pushing her away with force, so that she fell to the floor.

"I told you I didn't want it!" he groaned through his teeth. "No means no!"

Still panting, he forced his shaft back into his underwear, and buttoned up his jeans. Without even looking at her, he walked to the door and opened it.

"Get lost while I'm gone." he snapped. "And don't you ever come near to me again."

Connelly got up from the floor, gracefully as a feline, and she was laughing.

"You fool." she stated venomously. "I already got what I wanted."

But Myers didn't stay to listen. He rushed out of the room, feeling like a complete failure.

Groaning he ran his fingers through his hair, in desperation.

What the fuck happened?

What have you done!?

But he knew the answer already - he had messed up like never before. And he'd be sure to pay for it.