"Fucking tease!"<br/><br/>The words slipped out as a mild curse, the edge of anger in his voice mingled with amusement and anticipation.  She was taking control again, dominance being passed back and forth as casually as compliments between two chatting Companions.  As her hand stopped working his hard cock, he glared at her with a resolve that was tempered by the lust he possessed for her body.  She was dangling herself in front of him, all the pleasures she offered, and was holding back just enough to make his anger boil to the surface.  If she wanted to bait him well enough for him to actually snap, she was certainly drawing close, just toeing that line.<br/><br/>It was all part of their game, their foreplay.  She'd had enough of foreplay now. He echoed her sentiments as he shoved her off his lap and onto the dusty floor, with enough force to send the hunting knife in her hand flying away.  He was on her in an instance, his strong hands wrapping around her wrists and pinning her in place.  He had dropped the gun as he moved and positioned himself to push her against the controls of the ship, up against the cool metal bulkhead.<br/><br/>Using his weight and knees as leverage, his cock was once more inside of her, plunging in all the way to the base of his shaft.  He was giving her no chance to doubt his prowess anymore; he was using every bit of strength he had to fuck her as hard as he could, as fast as possible.  He growled menacingly into her ear as his teeth scored it, just enough to draw a bit of blood.<br/><br/>"You're going to fucking scream my name, Jenn."