I savored the forbidden bourbon I found in her mouth, thrusting my tongue deeply inside to find the hard taste of it.

Her hand ran down the length of my body, going directly between my legs. I gasped as a finger entered me. She had to work it in, since I wasn’t very wet. I shifted slightly to open my legs more to ease her way in.

“I didn’t think you would say no,” Joanne muttered in my ear.

“It’s cooler in the bedroom,” I said, trying to ignore the harshness in her tone.

“By all means, let’s be comfortable,” she answered, sarcastically, pulling her finger out. She led the way to my bedroom.

Joanne took off her jacket, throwing it carelessly across a chair, then hastily finished undressing, throwing the rest of her clothes on the chair with her jacket.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

I got in bed. She stood, watching me, then swung a leg over me, sitting astride my stomach.

“I haven’t taken a shower. I probably stink. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, looking down at me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I demanded, suddenly angry. “Do you want to do this or not?”

“My problem? A fifteen-year-old girl was drugged and spent yesterday slowly bleeding to death. Why should that be a problem?” she yelled savagely.

“What’s that got to do with us?” I yelled back.

“Nothing. You’re right. Not a fucking thing. Do you want to do this? Yes or no?”

She moved down on me until her crotch was over mine, then she pushed into me. She bent over and kissed a nipple, still slowly rubbing her groin into mine.

“Yes or no?” she repeated, blowing on the wet spot her mouth had left, making my nipple almost painfully erect.

“Yes,” I said finally.

She straightened up and stopped moving.

“Typical Micky Knight. Rub her cunt a little bit and she’ll do anything,” Joanne said callously.

“Goddamn it, Joanne!” I exploded, furious at her. I tried to sit up, but she easily pushed me back down. Then I abruptly twisted, trying to roll over and get her off me. But she went with me, letting me get all the way over until I was on my stomach, then she put her weight back down, pinning me under her.

“What did I do to deserve this from you?”

“Nothing. What does anyone do to deserve what they end up with? What did that wino do to deserve to be made into a human torch? What did that girl do to deserve to have her uterus shredded?”

“That doesn’t give you the right—”

“You said yes, didn’t you?” she cut me off. “You wanted to be fucked, didn’t you?” Her knee forced itself between my thighs. “Don’t say yes if you don’t mean it.”

“No wonder Alex is afraid of you,” I taunted her. “What’s the matter, can’t you get it any other way? Don’t think you’re some tough butch, you don’t hold a candle to some of the women I’ve slept with.” I was angry, trying to hurt her, to get her back.

“It’s hard to compete with the number of women you’ve slept with. They sell road maps of your cunt, so many women have been there.”

“Goddamn it, bitch, you want to fight…” I shouted, thrusting up, trying to dislodge her. She grabbed one of my arms from under me, and shoved her weight against my shoulders, roughly forcing me back down. Still holding my arm, she twisted it behind my back.

“We’ll fight,” she finished.

I was clearly defeated, but I wasn’t about to admit it. I strained with the arm she had pinned, trying, with brute strength, to get it free. I struggled under her, bucking and twisting. But I didn’t have the leverage or the power. She slowly pushed my arm toward my head.

“Joanne, you’re hurting me,” I said, finally forced to stop fighting.

“Bitch, huh?” she said. “Come on, Mick, let’s be friends. Spread your legs.”

“No,” I retorted.

She had already forced one knee between my legs, now the other one pressed on the inside of my thigh, catching the muscle, until I had to move it away to escape the pain. She had my legs open. A finger went up me, another one started stroking my clit.

Somehow the pleasure made me struggle more than the pain. I didn’t want the two linked. I finally stopped, realizing that my fighting only made her fight back. She had forced my arm almost to my neck and it hurt. She released a bit of the pressure when I stopped struggling.