The Taming of the Shrew Ch. 02

Chapter Two: Cure For The Common Cold?

The pen shot across the newspaper as she sneezed. Madison groaned and reached for another tissue to blow her nose. She should have known better than to sit under the cold water for so long last night. As long as she could remember she had gotten sick really easily. She blew her nose, then turned her attention back to the newspaper. Madison had decided, upon waking up this morning that she needed to start looking for an apartment. She needed to find one ASAP.

When she wasn't focusing on the newspaper, her mind wandered back to last night, and she would lose her concentration. What was worse, not to mention horribly humiliating, was that when she thought about it she found herself getting excited. This is ridiculous, Madison thought, forcing her eyes to the next line of text on the newspaper. He forced me to…to…! He'd forced her to enjoy herself. That was the big problem.

She supposed she'd always been rather straight-laced, that was true. Madison had never thought herself to find much appeal in sex. Certainly not the sort of sex one would find in someone's deep, dark fantasies. But as she sat there, thinking about it, she began to tremble. Had she locked the doors? Or had she perhaps left one unlocked in a subconscious echo of curiosity and desire? I don't want him coming in here again, Madison thought. I don't, I don't, I don't!

She forced her attention back to the newspaper again. As soon as she did, she sneezed once more, so hard that she dropped both paper and pen. Groaning, Madison reached out for another tissue. She froze as she felt someone press up against the chair behind her. A strong, faintly calloused hand reached past her and grabbed a tissue. Horrified, she let her hand drop back to the table.

"Poor baby," Seth crooned. He pressed the tissue to her nose. "Blow."

Growling, Madison snatched the tissue from him and leapt out of the chair. She put the table between herself and Seth as she blew her nose (after all, she wasn't going to seem the least bit intimidating with a runny nose). She glared at him, but he just smiled broadly, his dark eyes alight with humor. Damnit Madison thought, wanting to turn away but knowing she shouldn't. He would have to be so damn good-looking. And the desire in his eyes, there was a time when she would have given anything if he would look at her like that.

"Get out of my house!" Madison hissed. "Or I'll call the police!"

"No you won't, Maddy," Seth said, moving slowly around the table. "You won't, because you want to know what happens next."

"I do not!" Madison snapped.

Seth grinned. "Sweetheart, you don't sound very convincing with your nose all stuffed up."

She backed up. Seth moved so fast, the way he had last night. Before she could get out of the kitchen he had caught hold of her and pushed her back into her chair. Madison held still as he reached for the newspaper, holding her down on the chair with a hand resting heavily on her shoulder. Seth studied the newspaper for a moment, then slapped it down on the table.

"Thinking of moving, Maddy?" Seth asked, his voice dangerously soft.

"It's none of your business!" Madison replied, glowering. What might have been a firm statement was ruined by her following sneeze.

Seth clucked softly and pulled another tissue from the box. This time he offered it to her. Feeling her cheeks heat, Madison wiped her nose, then tossed the crumbled tissue into the kitchen garbage. This is not working the way I would have hoped it would, she thought, sighing heavily. How can I get him to leave me alone? She glowered at him as he began moving around the kitchen, searching through the drawers.

'What are you doing?' Madison demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

'Looking for the thermometer,' Seth replied, turning and grinning at her. "Maddy's gone and gotten herself sick."

Madison scowled. "Go to hell!"

Seth found the thermometer at that moment and turned to face her, his smile extremely smug. That look promised so many things; horrible, humiliating things. Things that made her pulse race, that had her body tingling in anticipation. Like a frightened deer, Madison turned and made a dash for freedom. She didn't get very far. Indeed, a voice deep down inside her was whispering insidious truths; she didn't want to get away. Sections of newspaper, several pens that had run dry of ink, and a stack of mail flew off the table, scattering in all directions, as Seth pushed her down onto it.

She landed on her stomach hard enough to knock the air out of her. Madison groaned, trying to catch her breath, unable to push herself off the table and try to get away. She would have shrieked when Seth pulled down the pajama bottoms she was wearing, but her stomach still felt as if it was clenched by a fist. Madison shivered as she felt his hand slide down the length of her back and over her ass.

"Time to take Maddy's temperature," Seth crooned.

Madison's head came up sharply. 'What are you doing!?" She demanded, her voice rising in panic.

Her eyes widened as he pushed the thermometer into her. It was thin enough that it hurt very little, but it was also cold. Madison pressed her face against the table, her arms and legs quivering so badly that they could barely hold her up. Seth's hands slid between her thighs and up along her belly, bracing her so that she wouldn't fall. She tried to fight him, but she couldn't move easily with his hands holding her in place and her pants around her knees.

"Now, sweetheart, you know you have to leave it in long enough or you can't get accurate results," Seth taunted. "Perhaps it's not in deep enough?"

Madison gasped as he pushed the thermometer further into her. She hadn't realized at first how little actually was inside her. The feeling was oddly deceptive. She floundered on the table, trying to break away. Seth's hands left her stomach, one of them tangling in her hair and forcing her head and shoulders down against the table. Madison cried out as his other hand began moving the thermometer in and out of her.

'That's it, Maddy," Seth crooned. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"You're'sick'!" Madison panted, her voice slightly muffled against the table.

Seth chuckled. "Would you prefer something larger? I was under the impression that you'd like something small, the first time you had something up your ass" His hand continued moving the thermometer. "Of course, I could be wrong; you most certainly give the impression of having something perpetually up there, what with your high-and-mighty attitude."

Madison's cheeks burned. His teasing, the physical kind at least, was making her wet. It was humiliating, but his hold on her was too strong to break. Seth's fingers curled tighter in her hair, until it hurt, as he pulled the thermometer out of her. She gasped in relief, hoping her torment was over, while a place deep inside hoped that it wasn't. Seth continued to hold her in place as he moved around the table, so that the only part of her body she'd be able to move was her hips.

"You've definitely got yourself a cold, Maddy," Seth teased, his voice low and husky in a way that set her nerves afire. "I think we'll have to give you some medicine."

She couldn't see much, with her head turned to the side, pressed against the table, but she could hear everything. Madison squeezed her eyes shut at the soft rustlings that accompanied him unfastening his pants. Seth pulled her head up, but not enough for her to be able to lift her upper body from the table. 'Open your eyes," he commanded, his voice taking on that soft, dangerous edge. "Now."

His tone brooked no refusal. Trembling from head to toe, Madison opened her eyes. She shut them again immediately, which caused Seth to pull her head back painfully. His hold eased up when she opened her eyes, but she could feel the tension in his hand and knew if she so much as dared look away, he'd tighten his grip again. Aside from the occasional picture, Madison had never really seen a naked man. He was large and hard, the tip of his member mere inches from her lips.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart," Seth crooned.

"No!" Madison exclaimed, horrified.

He didn't speak. Seth simply tightened his hand in her hair, pulling her head back painfully. Madison opened her mouth and his grip loosened once more. He pushed himself between her lips. The feeling of him, hot and hard, against her tongue made her quiver. No, no, no, she thought, even as she took him further into her mouth. I can't give into this. I can't want this! I can't Seth's dark eyes were on her, intense with desire. Madison felt that old longing to please him coming back, but in a very different way.

Even as she rebelled against the thought of ever being compliant to him, a part of her thrilled at the sensation of his hands in her hair and the texture of his skin as she moved her mouth up and down along him. It was not an easy thing. Madison's jaws soon ached, but he wouldn't let her go, wouldn't even allow her to catch her breath. Seth's hands braced the back of her head, keeping her firmly in place. She ignored the part of her that insisted she was only looking for an excuse to keep going.

"That's it, Maddy," Seth murmured, his fingers stroking her hair back from her face. "Ah, sweetheart, that feels so good!"

The husky tone of his voice sent shivers of delight down her spine. Madison closed her eyes, and this time he allowed her. She was able to get her hands beneath her and push herself up off the table. Just this once, she thought, as she closed her arms around him. It can't hurt to give in, just one time! Seth was not the only one with power here. Madison continued to suck him, ignoring the ache in her jaw, focusing on those little sounds he made, that indicated that he didn't have all the control.

When he finally came, he still did not let her go. He held her in place, forcing her to swallow the hot cum that sprayed the inside of her mouth. When Seth pulled away at last, Madison stomped hard on the desire to lick her lips, where a bit of cum had escaped her mouth. Her cheeks burned as he laughed, running his thumb over her lips and cleaning them off. She dropped her gaze, frozen to the spot, uncertain what to do or think now.

*****

She was stunning. Seth spent long moments staring at her, soaking in her beauty and vulnerability. On her hands and knees atop the table, her pants and panties down around her knees, and her hair spilling across her face as she hung her head in shame; the image was hot, and one he wanted to keep in his mind for a long time. Seth slid a hand beneath her chin and brought her head up, smiling down at her,

"Good girl, Maddy," he said softly. "I knew you couldn't resist, I knew what you really want would come out."

Madison's eyes widened and her head jerked back. "No!"

Seth knew it would be like this with her. For every step she took, she'd haul back, trying to deny what she wanted. He knew it, and he was looking forward to the struggle. Catching hold of her wrists, he dragged her up onto her knees, pulling her up against him. Madison fought against his hold, but she was unable to break it. Seth shifted her wrists so he could hold them with one hand, and slid the other between her thighs. She cried out as he touched her, his fingers running across her hot flesh in one long, slow stroke.

"Damn, Maddy," Seth taunted. "For someone who acts like she wasn't enjoying herself, you sure are wet!"

"Shut up!" Madison growled, her cheeks burning. "Let me go!"

He brought her down onto the table, on her back, so quickly that she had no time to react. His fingers stroked her, teasing her clit until she was squirming on the tabletop. The whole time she murmured the word 'No' over and over. Seth could feel the tension in her body. He could feel how close she was.

"Stop!" Madison whimpered, her voice weak.

He stopped. Seth pulled his hand away from her so abruptly that her eyes flew open. He moved away from the table, pulling his pants back up into place and fastening them. Madison's breathing was heavy, ragged and uneven, but she didn't speak. He paused for a moment, leaning over her, and smiled down at her.

"Every time you deny what you want," Seth said. "This is how I'll leave you. Hot, wet, aching with need. Every single time!"

He left her to dwell on that. She didn't call after him, didn't beg. He didn't want her to beg; not yet, not unless he commanded her to. Seth's point was not to get her to beg for what she wanted. He knew Madison. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide, and although she might beg, she'd resent him for it. No, that wasn't what he wanted. She might not give into him next time, or even the time after that, but soon enough she would be unable to keep herself from giving in.

Seth knew it would be those moments of passion and heat that would make her his. As he slipped out the backdoor, the way he had come in, he was grinning broadly. She'd left it unlocked. Perhaps not consciously, but she had. Tomorrow night, when he'd come again, he knew he'd find the door open. And Seth had such special plans for tomorrow night.

*****

Madison lay in the warm water filling her bathtub, her cheek resting on the cold porcelain of the tub's rim. Even several hours had done nothing to ease the ache between her legs. Every time she thought she was finally getting her mind away from it, it became vivid again. Seth's hands in her hair; his cock in her mouth, and the way he'd left her, so close to release. Damn him, Madison thought, fighting back tears. Damn him!

And she had made a fool of herself, giving in to him. She should have known better. Of course it would hurt, even if it was just once. Now he had a hold on her. And he knew she knew it, which was exactly what he wanted. Madison leaned her head back against the wall with a soft groan. What the hell was she going to do?

I can't take this any longer, she thought. Biting her lip, she dropped her hand beneath the water and between her legs. Madison closed her eyes as she began touching herself, teasing her clit. The image that came to mind was one of herself on the kitchen table. Like this afternoon, but not. In her mind her wrists were tied, she wore a short dress that was pushed up around her waist, and her hips were in the air as Seth thrust into her. The fantasy was so vivid that Madison lost herself in it, lifting her hips up against her hand and moaning.

It was his name that escaped her lips when she came. Horrified, she sank beneath the water before she had even caught her breath. Madison came up, spluttering and spitting out water. This is out of control, she thought, biting down on her lower lip. This is absolutely ridiculous. He plays with me a little and I'm tripping over myself, it's pathetic!

That wasn't entirely true. If Madison hadn't been attracted to Seth for so long, she might be finding it easier to resist. He'd been an asshole for a long time, but he was damn good-looking. Every now and then, when she'd been younger, she had occasionally entertained a fantasy about him. Nothing like this, of course. And Madison had done everything in her power to not think about Seth like that in the last few years.

He was undoing all her efforts. And she knew he would come back. Tomorrow, maybe, or the next day, but he would be back. She would have to remember to lock all the doors. Except…A shiver went down Madison's spine as she considered. What would he do next time? Would it also be different, as this time had been from the first? Perhaps he'd...

Stop thinking about it! She admonished herself firmly. Madison rose from the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Fine, she'd given in once; she could accept that. And she knew there was the possibility that it would happen again. Seth was bringing out parts of her she hadn't known existed. But he's gonna have to work for it, Madison thought, setting her mouth stubbornly. I'm not giving in without a fight! She sighed. Too bad that was exactly what he wanted.