What A Girl Wants

“The most vulnerable bones you have access to on your attacker are the bones in the top of his foot, and the bones of his fingers. So I’ll teach you a technique for breaking the foot bones with a sharp stomp kick and another for breaking the bones of one or more fingers….”

Luke went over the self-defense techniques with Jane until she seemed confident with the information, and then they practiced a few mock attack scenarios, but by the third one, all the close contact was getting to him—and her too, if he wasn’t mistaken.

When he had her pinned to the floor for the second time, his cock went hard, and he could no longer focus on self-defense.

Luke pressed her against the mat with his body, and his erection found its home between her legs. He resisted the urge to grind into her, to simulate what he’d been dreaming of doing every day since she’d declared sex off-limits.

“Now that your attacker has you pinned to the ground, what are you going to do?”

“Kick him for real this time.”

“But I’ve got your legs spread. You’re wearing a pair of baggy gym shorts. All I have to do is tug aside some fabric, undo my zipper, and—”

“I could bite you.”

“Good idea. But what happens when I shove a piece of your clothes inside your mouth?”

“I guess I’m in trouble.”

“You stay on alert. You look for any and every opportunity to fight back and escape. You don’t give up until you’re out of his control and safe again.”

Jane closed her eyes and exhaled. “I think I’ve got it. You can get off of me now, can’t you?”

“I could, yeah.”

“But you’ve got me right where you want me?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He loosened his grip on her wrists a bit, but she didn’t try to squirm out of his grasp. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his hips and moistened her lower lip with her tongue.

She wanted to be here as badly as he did, and maybe she was finally ready to give in to that desire again.

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“I’ll bet. Is that why you just wrapped your legs around my hips?”

“My mind and body aren’t exactly in synch where you’re concerned. My body has one agenda, and my brain has another.”

“Which agenda’s going to win out, do you think?” He pressed himself a little harder between her legs then, letting his erection strain against the soft fabric of her shorts.

“I think you know the answer to that better than I do.”

Luke kissed her then. Slowly, tentatively. He wanted to see her respond with a little enthusiasm of her own, and she didn’t disappoint. She deepened the kiss, tasting him hungrily, all the while grinding her hips against him and pulling him closer with her legs.

“Have I unleashed wild Jungle Jane again?” he asked when they came up for air.

“I’m afraid so,” she whispered.

A snippet of something she’d said the first time they’d made love popped into his head. She’d told him she wouldn’t mind a little restraint in the bedroom, and he figured now was as good a time as any to find out. It was a pretty safe bet that once he had her tied up, at his mercy, and unable to resist his seduction, she’d be a lot more hard-pressed to change her mind in the middle of things. Changing their minds this time wasn’t an option—he needed her too fiercely to stop once they got started.

And so he let go of her wrists and peeled himself off her, then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She rested her head on his shoulder and went along without protest.

“I noticed some scarves in your closet. Mind if I borrow them?”

Jane gave him a strange look as he placed her on the bed. “Scarves?”

“We could use handcuffs, but I thought that might be going overboard. I just want to make sure you stay put—not arrest you and take you in for custody.”

A look of understanding dawned in her eyes. “You’re going to tie me up?”

“That’s the best way I know to deal with wild jungle women. They have a tendency to get out of hand, otherwise.”

She rose up on one elbow, smiling as though she knew a good secret. “What if I don’t let you tie me up?”

“You want to try out your new self-defense skills on me?” Luke had never gotten especially turned on by domination and submission, but the idea of subduing Jane and having her at his mercy for an hour or so had definite appeal.

“What good is a lesson learned without an opportunity to practice the subject taught?”

“You don’t stand a chance against me. You’ve lost the element of surprise.”