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Janie stared out the window seething. No one had ever bested her before, and she found it terribly upsetting. "You're not my father," she said angrily. "You can't tell me what to do."

Drey rolled his eyes, muttering, "Oh, my God. Poor old dad. You're incorrigible."

She cursed him silently for the rest of the drive, fuming in the bucket seat, determined to run at the first opportunity.

He pulled up in front of the house and told her to wait for his assistance. She waited until he exited the car, pulled off her heels, and bolted across the field.

She was faster than he'd thought she could be inebriated. She had a good lead, but stumbled and fell face down. Again, he picked her up, and tossed her over his shoulder, muttering, "Damn, I'm getting too old for this."

Janie landed fists to his back, screaming her lungs out, and he let her wear herself out. Upon entering the house, her screams echoed through the house and reverberated off the walls.

Drey sat on the couch, wrestled her wrists behind her back, and turned her over his knee. Again, she screamed to bring the roof down, but he was unfazed. Janie squirmed, twisting in his grip but couldn't get free. He lowered her panties and landed the flat of his palm across her ass cheeks rapidly, until she went limp.

He pulled her up and pinned her to his chest, fighting for the composure he'd lost. Janie's eyes flashed, scrambling for a response. Drey kissed her and she returned his passion wildly, clawing his back and deepening the kiss. He removed her clothing deftly, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist, needing him more than she could bear.

Drey set her on her feet, pinned her to the wall, and kissed her deeply. Passion consumed him, with Janie stunned into silent submission, and then she returned his kisses with abandon. She was frenetic, wild and willful, and Drey forgot himself.

He lifted her against him, fisted a hank of hair, crushed her to him, squeezed her shapely derriere, and pushed two fingers into her fiery need, fingering her deeply. She collapsed against his chest, with her whole body pleading for something she couldn't define. She sucked in air sharply, raggedly, and he lifted her and carried her to bed.

Drey decided on payback for having to chase her through the field. He decided to torment her until she couldn't take another minute. He perched on the edge of the bed, bent her over his knee again, stroking her buttocks and dipped his finger into her wetness. Janie squirmed, with electric fire singeing her extremities, and cried out, "Let me up!" He held her firmly, giving her no quarter, insisting, "Not a chance. Yield to me, Janie."

She fought him vehemently and he spanked her into submission. She lay across his lap, panting and confused. Again, he pulled her up, fisted her hair, and pulled hard to part her lips. Drey drank her in and kissed her again. He came up for air and moved to pin her to the bed, asking, "Are you going to behave now or do you want more?"

Janie summoned all her strength and spat, "Never!"

His eyes narrowed in challenge, turning shades darker, and he fumed, "I swear, I've had wild horses less stubborn than you."

He pinned her wrists over her head, forced her thighs apart with his knee, dragged his fingertips over her abdomen, and he watched her try to squelch a shiver. He squeezed her breasts, suckling her nipples, until she whimpered, and he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.

"Are you going to behave," he asked again.

"Never! You can't make me do anything, Drey! You're not my keeper!"

Janie fought anew, writhing and twisting in his grip, really meaning to force his hands from her, until he pinned her beneath the weight of him, and drove his manhood into her soaking wet slit, silencing her.

He began a rhythm, which touched her wild soul, and she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Drey fucked her with hard, deep strokes, and watched her expressions change from rage to yielding, to astonishment, and finally to wild abandon.

He stared thinking, she's so fucking beautiful, I can't breathe. He pulled out, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and forced his rock hard length into her from behind, asking, "Are you ready to behave?"

Janie was winded and she lay face down on the bed, trying not to let him win. With the last of her strength, she breathed, "Never."

Drey fucked her roughly, keeping her unbalanced, and she collapsed into orgasmic waves, throbbing on his cock, and Drey clasped her to him, saying, "I can force your submission anytime I want to, or you can give it to me willingly, Janie."

She gnashed her teeth, knowing that he was right, and she twisted to face him, meaning to slap him hard. He held her wrists, and her angry stare, knowing that she would beat him to death, given half a chance, and he continued, "Yield to me, my love. You can make this easy, or we can do it the hard way. Are you going to behave now?"

Janie bit her lip, stifling an angry torrent of insults which leaped to her lips, and finally nodded in agreement.

"That's my good girl," he whispered. "In time, you'll see that I'm right."

She held her breath, and her temper, until she could regain her strength, and crawled onto the bed. Drey pulled her into his embrace, and she fell deeply into sleep.

Janie slept fitfully, tossing in her sleep, and mumbling unintelligibly. He caressed her hair, laid a steadying hand on her shoulder, and it helped to quiet her, and he wondered if this was usual or the result of too much alcohol.

He laid down and closed his eyes, just before sunrise. She twisted in her sleep and flung an arm around him. Drey was torn, thinking, I've never known another creature who needs guidance and discipline as desperately as she does, and he fell asleep spooning her tiny body, realizing that he had met his match, in the form of the most stubborn, challenging shrew he'd ever met.

Janie woke up before him, and slowly slipped out of his arms, trying hard not to wake him. She collected her belongings, sat on the hallway stairs to don her shoes, and started toward the front door.

She didn't hear Drey moving with stealth to stand behind her. He caught her at the waist, lifted her into his arms, nailed her to the wall, and kissed her senseless. He came up for air, whispering, "Good morning, Janie. Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Janie stared into cobalt eyes, and stated emphatically, "None of your business. You can give me a lift into town or I will call a friend."

"Suppose you tell me exactly where you're actually headed and I will drive you?"

"Home! Okay? I'm going home," she spat, enraged anew.

"Okay, let me get dressed. Wait here," he commanded, thinking, obviously, she thinks I was born yesterday.

Drey dropped her at home, drove to the bar, and parked out of sight. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would show up, thinking, this is the definition of stalking, but I can't let this go. I have to have her and I want her sober. He ordered a soda and waited, making small talk with the bartender.

"Dude! You're a fucking legend," the bartender laughed.

"Oh? How's that," he inquired.

"Any idea how many times I've wanted to cut Janie off and carry her out of here? Respect, man! You're first drink is on me. What are you having?"

"Thanks. I'm just having a soda. It's probably going to be another long night. I need to keep my wits about me."

Just as he'd predicted, an hour later, Janie bounded through the door and down the stairs. He ducked into the pool room to stay out of sight.

In another hour, Janie was on her fourth drink, and singing along with the jukebox. Drey returned to the bar to sit next to her.

Her eyes narrowed in anger, saying, "You again? What are you doing here?"

He leveled cobalt eyes at her, warning, "Don't start with me, young lady."

She slammed her drink, ordered a double shot of whiskey, just to spite him, and stayed on the dance floor. He hoped she would wear herself out there.

Drey bided his time chatting, nursing a soda and watching her. He knew she was putting on a show of defiance. Her very countenance screamed rebellion, and he smiled sadistically.

Janie unwittingly played right into his hands. As the hour grew late, the crowd dwindled, and it was down to Drey, the bartender, and Janie. He patted the stool next to him, saying, "Let's make peace, Janie. Come sit with me."

She was visibly relieved and joined him. He engaged her in conversation, and quizzed her, asking, "How old are you?"

"Twenty five," she answered.

"You," she countered.

"Forty," he replied. "Do you live with your parents?"

Janie gave him the side eye. "No. Why?"

He declined to answer, asking, "Do they live here in town?"

"No," she answered, offering nothing more.

"Are they still with us," he queried.

Janie turned her attention to the floor, wondering how much to divulge. She took a deep breath, and replied, "No."

"I see," Drey said, beginning to connect the dots which would lead to her psyche. "Do you have brothers and sisters?"

She stared at her shoes, not answering.

"Janie," he prodded gently.

"A brother," she whispered. "He shoved me down a long flight of stairs in a fit of rage. After I peeled myself off the bottom landing, I packed up my life and left. I don't know if he's still alive."

Drey extended his arm around her, saying, "I'm really sorry, Janie. No one deserves that."

"Thank you, Drey. I thought you would make out like I'd asked for it."

"No, love. Absolutely not. Was he on a substance?"

"Yes."

His heart ached for her, and now he understood why she acted like such a tough girl, realizing, the fact is, she's terrified that someone will see that she's vulnerable, that she needs to be loved.

Janie lifted her purse onto her shoulder and wished him, "Good night, Drey."

"Wait," he issued. "Let me drive you. Are you going home?"

"No. There's a party by the river I'm going to check out."

"No, you're not," he stated gently. "You're coming with me."

Janie panicked and bolted for the stairs. Drey caught her, turned her around, and handcuffed her to his wrist. She stood facing him, stunned. "Seriously? Are you a cop or something?"

Drey took her purse, and helped her to the door, saying, "Or something. I own a dungeon. You really need a firm hand, Janie. Obviously, you don't know what's good for you, so you're my charge for the night."

She was too tired to fight about it, and she followed his lead, grumbling, "I don't know what you think gives you the right."

"You give me the right, Janie. You need someone to protect you from yourself, and it looks like I'm it."

To his shock, she complied, letting him buckle her in, remove the cuffs, bolt the car doors, and then lead her into the house. Once in the bedroom, he held her against him, and she looked up at him searching for answers, wondering, why was he so nice to me tonight? Was it an act, or worse, a trap?

Drey kissed her hard, and she clung to him, too afraid to voice her questions. Finally, he offered, "You can have the guest room if you would like, but I hope you will stay here and continue our conversation

Drey searched her face, noting her deer-in-headlights expression, and decided for her. He helped her undress and tucked her into bed beside him.

This time, he gave her no quarter. He pulled her into his embrace, and hauled her naked body near, relishing the feel of her warmth pressed against him, her breasts heaving against his chest, and he thrilled to the terror in her eyes.

As much as he would have loved to let her linger in fear, as payback for chasing her through the field, he couldn't do it. Drey stroked her shoulders and back, questioning her gently. "How long have you been on your own?"

"Long time," she whispered.

"Since what age," he asked.

"About fifteen."

"Really?"

"Yes. The folks were emotionally barren. I pretty much raised myself since then."

"Holy shit, Janie. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It forced me to grow up and be independent."

"But it taught you not to count on anyone."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I can count on me. No matter what awfulness happens, I've got me."

"Wow." Dray was momentarily lost for words. He held her tightly and kissed her. "Have you had any relationships? It looks like lots of boys want a chance to date you."

"Question asked. Question answered. They're boys. I'm not looking to raise anyone else."

"So you're holding out for a grown man?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure that a grown man exists."

"He does, Janie. How about a grown man who knows how to be responsible, as well as how to play and enjoy life?"

"I don't know. I've never met that mythical creature."

"Janie?"

"Yes?"

"You have now."

She inhaled sharply as his words rankled through mind and hit home, and she realized that she may just have met her match.

"You own a dungeon?"

"I do. If you ever learn how to behave, I'll take you there... in more ways than one."

Janie blushed and began to review her behavior in a new light. She pushed her luck, asking, "So we can go there next weekend?"

"We'll see, my love. That depends on you."

"I'd probably do better with a firm date in mind," she hedged.

"We both know better than that, Janie, but nice try," he said, and winked at her.

For a moment, she pouted, not having gotten her way, and Dray tipped her chin up to look her in the eye. "Do you want more?"

"What if I do?"

"Then I will be happy to provide it, but make sure you know what you're asking for, baby love."

"I know what I'm asking for, Drey."

"Oh?"

"I'm asking you to make love to me."

"Consider your wish granted, Janie."

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