Chapter 15

Tahlia sat back long enough to remove her bra before capturing his lips in another explosive kiss, their tongues swirling together in a dance of seduction. She heard his growl and soon felt her back meet the bed, Taker turning the tables on her. This time, she stayed where she was and caressed his arm and upper back while he teased her neck and ear, bunching his hair in her other hand. Tahlia writhed beneath him, more than ready to take whatever he had to offer and felt tremors of her own overtake her body.

Feasting on her, Taker did not need supper when he had a feast laid out before him, or beneath his as it were. He took his time, working her up into a frenzy before turning attention to her thighs and other areas, but always coming back to her bundle of nerves with his tongue. Gliding a leg up her calf, having long ago divested her of her clothing, and in between her legs, Taker slid one long finger into her. He growled his approval at the feeling of her velvet walls immediately clamping down on him, the slick heat enveloping him and he could remember very well what that had felt around his cock.

Tahlia fisted the sheets on the bed, her legs draped over his broad shoulders and arched her body into his mouth. His forearm came down against her lower half, keeping her still and that drove Tahlia to near insanity. This man's tongue on her sex sent her world spiraling off its axel, the hot coil within her stomach forming. It wouldn't take long for her to cum in buckets for him, which is exactly what he wanted. Tahlia couldn't make it easy for him though, fighting back her climax and gritted her teeth, rolling her eyes in the back of her head at how incredible his tongue felt. She cried out, feeling his teeth scrape her swollen clit and whimpered, forcing another shudder to overtake her body. Gripping her breasts tightly, Tahlia could feel her end coming and felt her body betraying her, her breathing erratic by now.

"No!" Was her response when he pulled away long enough to demand her to let go for him, shaking her head prolonging the inevitable. "Not…yet…"

"Now, pet, now..." Taker breathed against her clit, smirking when another whimper was dragged from her reluctant throat.

He added another finger, crooking them against the nerve bundle inside of her, the one too many men liked to call a myth… those amateurs. The way her hips began bucking, even more wildly then before. He had to actually hold her down with his free hand, refusing to stop until she begged for mercy and even then, he didn't let up.

Two of his fingers felt like an actual dick was inside of her. Her resolve cracked and soon she completely shattered to pieces against him, surrendering everything. Tahlia couldn't hold back or fight off her climax anymore, the hot coil inside of her springing free and cried out his name in her release. Hot juices flowed from her trembling body into his greedy hungry mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Collapsing back on the bed while he feasted on her ambrosia, Tahlia could only stare up at the ceiling and tried catching her breath. Sure her heart would fly out of her chest at any second from how fast it thundered against her chest.

Her body was now slicked in sweat much like his, overexerted from everything he forced her body to experience with that evil slick tongue and mouth of his. Taker didn't even give Tahlia time to recover before he had crawled up her body and drawn her legs over his hips, positioning himself at her sopping entrance. When her eyes met his, wide, he gave her a very evil smile and snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself within her still recovering, still clenching body.

"Christ!" He hissed between his teeth, taking a moment to breathe before withdrawing and snapping forward again, his hands on her, guiding her to meet him as he set the pace.

All Tahlia could do was meet him for every thrust he produced inside her body, gripping his arms to where her nails left half-shaped crescent moons embedded into his skin. This was the first time they had sex outside of her apartment in New York City, their bubble and she had no complaints. Her breasts bounced up and down as he increased the pace, spreading her thighs apart wider.

"N-New position…"

Tahlia brought his face down to hers, kissing him soundly and managed to pry her legs from around his waist to sit upright in bed. She pushed him back to give her enough room to turn, now sitting on all fours in front of him with her backside in his vision. He would go a lot deeper with penetration this way and be able to dominate her, both of them won. Missionary style was alright, but nothing compared to straight up doggy style dirty sex. She didn't have to say anything, merely looking over her shoulder at him and slid her tongue out across her upper lip slowly.

His response was to place a large hand squarely in the middle of her back and push her down face first into the mattress, leaving her spread to his lusty gaze. "Delicious." He thundered, bending down to bite a very pert cheek, smirking when her body flinched and laved the spot with his tongue.

She'd have a bite shaped bruise there for a few days; good thing she wasn't in the habit of flashing her backside to the cameras. Not that he would have minded hearing her explain that one. Managing to turn her head to the side so she could breathe, Tahlia gripped the sheets and cried out the moment he filled her to capacity again. She didn't mind having a mark from Taker, the proof was his symbol carved into her body. It was nothing more than a scar now, a beautiful reminder of what she'd sacrificed and her complete devotion to him. Never did she think he'd be interested in her sexually, but hell maybe that was part of why he brought her into the fold in the first place.

Being used for sex was an unsettling thought, but Tahlia wasn't concerned about it right now. After the passion haze cleared from her brain, she'd be able to think clearly, but right now all she cared about was being thoroughly fucked by her Lord and master. Her moans had turned mostly into cries, the feeling of him plummeting in and out of her receptive sensitive body, and how deep he drove, made a rush of heat crash over her. She had surrendered to him in every way, giving into temptation and currently reaped the benefits by having her nearly numb pussy pounded.

Tahlia would also have a sore backside to match because he was delivering a spanking, though she didn't seem to mind at all. He was admiring his handiwork, the red cheeks, and bent down to run his tongue up her spine, growling. "Mine."

A little pain and pleasure never hurt anyone and Tahlia had a high threshold for pain, so his slaps just made her pussy tingle with delight. The conviction in his growl claiming her just spread the forest fire already raging inside of her and only he would be able to put it out. Tahlia felt his hand bury in her hair, yanking her up to where her back collided with his chest as he continued hammering in and out of her, the bed squeaking dangerously under both of their weight.

Even when it broke they didn't stop, the ecstasy overwhelming their senses and any rationality. Tahlia could only lull her head back against his shoulder, his teeth sinking into the spot where her shoulder met the neck and cried out again, knowing she would sport a lovely mark there too. Soon, they reached their end as their bodies sagged against each other, slowly coming down from the intense sexual high they'd rocketed to. He flopped on the bed beside her, knowing if he didn't, he'd crush her.

Now back at her apartment, the only place to really sleep was her mattress on the floor, so they'd fallen asleep together. This time, however, she had her own room and, even though his bed was broken, Tahlia didn't think he would allow her to actually sleep overnight in here. They were sex and nothing else, that's what he wanted and she didn't expect a single thing from him.

"Fuck…" Tahlia cursed, trying to push herself up and finally succeeded, every part of her body burning, arms and legs in particular. Her breathing came under control again to where she wasn't heaving and her heart rate had gone back to normal. "Wow…" Then she surveyed the damage they'd done and slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, amusement twinkling in her golden eyes.

Taker rolled out of the broken bed and stood there, naked with his hands on his hips, surveying the damage. Well... structurally... it would hold, the floor and walls, the bed was royally screwed. He looked behind the headboard, smirking at the hole in the wall. Paul's wall to be exact and began laughing outright when his right-hand flipped him off.

"We're relocating, Tahlia." He was starving and Paul was liable to shoot them, his face was not happy. Scooping her upright, Taker gently set her on her feet.

To say Tahlia was mortified would've been the understatement of the century. How the hell did they not see Paul staring back at them in the throes of passion?! She'd never dressed so fast in her life, her face BURNING crimson and shook her head at Taker's thoroughly amused face. Jesus, she would NEVER live this down.

"Umm sorry, Brother Paul…"

He flipped her off too, which made Taker laugh harder and Tahlia decided to vacate the room immediately, shaking her head. This would go down as probably the most humiliating night of her life. Taker let her flee, figuring she'd need a moment or three to calm down as she was beet red and cursing up a storm. Laughing, he retrieved his pants, making sure his backside was to Paul as he put them on.

"Screw you too, Mark."

"Temper, temper."

"You do realize, if word gets out..."

Why did Paul have to be such a realist? He zipped his fly, turning and considered it. "It won't." He said confidently. "And if it does, I'll deal with it."

"What about her?" Paul cocked an eyebrow. "Does this change... anything?"

"Of course not."

The following morning found Tahlia waking up alone, naked again, after Taker coerced into bed a second time. She was out of her mind to sleep with him repeatedly, but…who was she to deny the man? It shocked her when, after they were finished, Taker merely pulled her into his arms to spoon up against her, falling into a deep sleep. They hadn't talked about anything, just had sex and then fell asleep in each other's arms. It was nice being held throughout the night, but waking up alone stung a bit. Sighing, Tahlia tossed the sheet off of her and walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Bradshaw hadn't been lying about the water not having a drop of warmth unless boiled. After she finished and dressed, Tahlia brushed her teeth and pulled her hair back in a ponytail before heading out to see what was going on with the Ministry.

"Calm yourself..." He was teasing Mabel, who had not woken up in the best of moods. In fact, he had woken up insane. "You haven't even tried to hear my offer."

"Go fuck yourself, Deadman! I know what you do, brainwashing these people!"

"Bradshaw... hand me the taser." Taker extended a lazy hand, his fingers curling around the weapon of choice. "Language and manners, or else." He sparked it threateningly.

"We're not brainwashed, jackass." Bradshaw muttered, folding his arms in front of his chest while Farooq stood on the other side of the cage. They didn't have much time since Raw was a few hours away from this location.

"Just hear what he has to say. What harm will it do?" He'd known Mabel for a long time, coming up through the company with the man along with Undertaker and Farooq.

"Look man, we can leave the group anytime we want. He's not keepin' us hostage or nothing like that. Hear him out and then go from there." Farooq was a veteran along with Bradshaw, Undertaker, Paul and Mabel. Mideon was the only one who hadn't been in the company but a couple years, as far as he knew anyway.

"The sooner you stop bein' a jackass and listen, the sooner you can eat. We got food for ya." Maybe that would entice the mastodon.

Shutting his eyes, Mabel couldn't believe this was happening to him and wondered why he, of all people, was targeted by the Undertaker. "Fine." He gritted out, narrowing his eyes to slits at the Deadman. "I want out of this cage first. THEN I'll listen to what you have to say."

Taker's response was to zap the cage, forcing Mabel to step away from it. "No." Because he didn't trust Mabel, at all. "First, you hear what I have to say, then we discuss you getting out of that cage."

Considering what Mabel could do when properly motivated, Paul thought that was a wise decision and held a finger up to his lips when Tahlia came down the stairs, gesturing for her to steer clear.

"Damn it!" Mabel growled, tempted to try busting his way out of the cage and jumped back when Taker zapped it a second time. His eyes landed on the woman on the stairs and raised a brow, then remembered the woman who joined the Ministry. "Fine, tell me what the hell this is about." He'd do just about anything to get out of this cage, hoping Bradshaw and Farooq hadn't just fed him lines of bullshit.

Tahlia hadn't meant to interfere and silently crept her way back upstairs, not spotting Mideon anywhere. Where the hell had he gone off to? Sighing, she grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the room she shared with Taker and headed outside. There was a lot a foot of snow on the ground and she opened her mouth as the flakes kept falling, catching a few in her mouth. Having her Walkman in hand, Tahlia put her CD on and stuck the ear buds in her ears before falling back in the snow to create a snow angel. This was better than being inside hearing Mabel cussing and growling up a storm.

Mideon had been caught lurking outside of doors that morning by Paul and told it would be in his best interest to make himself useful while they were here. Then he had been handed a snow shovel. So he was out here, cleaning off the cars and shoveling the snow aside to make a path from the building to the vehicles. He was grumbling under his breath, wondering if Paul would tell the Undertaker. It wasn't like he was trying to be nosy; he was just checking in with everyone, so to speak.