TITAN by Kate Stewart Page B

tonight,” he teased.
    He pushed the P button.
    She asked what it stood for.
    “Penthouse?”
    “Playhouse.”
    He grabbed her and pulled her to
him as the elevator was opening. He saw her wince in pain and he apologized
quickly.
    “Don’t you dare,” she said loudly.
    “What?” he asked, surprised.
    She pushed him back into the very
back of the elevator and said, eyes burning into his, “Don’t you dare take it
easy on me.”
    That was all he needed. He grabbed
her hair and pulled her head back and exposed her throat. He pressed his lips
to her throat and whispered, “Careful what you ask for, Jordy.” He reached down
and pulled off her dress in one swift move leaving her in her sandals and
panties, which he ripped off her body with ease. He turned her around, facing
away from him, and grabbed her breast, rough, making her cry out. She heard his
zipper give way and felt him tap himself against her as he fumbled with the
condom wrapper and then she felt him dig his fingers into her roughly with no
mercy. She cried out and put her hands on the elevator railing. He entered her
so roughly she screamed a little. He pushed her head down to where she was
almost bent completely over and started to torture her with short, deep rough
strokes until she came then he turned her around, facing him, encouraging her
to wrap her legs around his body, so they were face to face. He plunged himself
deeper and deeper inside her until she had come again, muffling her screams in
his chest, biting his shoulders, begging him for more. He kept going, not
giving into her pleas to kiss her. Each time she went in, he pulled away,
ducking out and finding her eyes again, fucking her roughly with no emotion on
his face. He was hurting her now and he knew it. She let him. He kept fucking
her harder and harder until she almost had to stop him, when he finally came, she came with him and lost consciousness.
     
    “Jordy, dammit… JORDY! Are you fucking
kidding me?”
    “What? What?” She said, realizing
she wasn’t in the elevator. She was in a huge black bed.  All around her
were mahogany walls and a huge one story mirror.
    “You fucking fainted, Jordy,” he
snapped.
    “I’m so sorry! I have never fainted
before! I don’t know why I would."
    “Here, take this,” he said, giving
her two pills and handing her some water. She thought she saw it was Advil, but
her eyes were still adjusting.
    “How long was I out?” she asked.
    “Only a few minutes, but it took me
a second to realize. I am calling my doctor to check you out. Don’t you dare
give me any shit. I won’t be able to sleep unless I
know you’re okay. Fucking crazy bitch. I have never had a girl pass out on me
before.” He was half joking, but had a worried look on his face.
    “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have
tried to fuck me to death, Tite,” she was smiling when she said it, but it
didn’t ease his mind.
    “Do you mind if I see the doctor
with clothes on?”
    He almost looked embarrassed as he pointed
to her suitcase in the corner.
    “Thanks, and Tite, I am sorry, I
have never fainted before, ever.”

Chapter 11
     
    “It is stress,” the doctor
proclaimed, “She needs to take it easy for a couple of days.”
    “Stress? She hit her head earlier
and I thought…”
    “No sign of a concussion at all.
She’s fine in that respect. It’s stress. I take it you two have just started
dating?”
    “Yeah, something like that.”
    “This is a lot to take in, Phillip,
she may be a little overwhelmed.” The doctor said, looking around.
    “I get it, I get it,” he said,
knowing he was right.
    “Give her this valium, twice a day,
for a couple of days. It should take the anxiety down a bit.”
    “Thanks,” Tite said, taking the
bottle from him.
    “You’re welcome, Phillip. Try to
remember how you would react in this situation. Put yourself in her shoes. It’s
possible that anyone would react this way. Perhaps too much, too soon?” he
said, raising it as a