The Best LAID Plans

Jean froze; a chilly trickle of fear went through her. It pooled in her belly and mixed with excitement. She hadn’t been challenged lately. She wasn’t surprised that it was Wolverine who decided to try and knock her down a few pegs. She always deferred to Xavier, who was currently the most powerful mutant on the planet, but she never bowed to anyone else. Scott was the leader and she followed his example, but he never thought of her as anything but an equal. Now her ego had taken her a little too far and she was being called on it. She couldn’t wait.

Wolverine wouldn’t be able to attack Jean with any kind of psychic weapon. He just didn’t have any; but with her telekinesis, it usually took more than one person to take her down. Her lips peeled back from her teeth in a reckless grin and she bent her knees, bracing herself. She didn’t even feel him coming.

Logan struck out; knowing Jean’s shields were up. He threw the towel at her as a distraction. She automatically pushed her teke out to shove it away.

Until her eyes adjusted, she couldn’t see it until it was close. She was backed up almost to the wall when she encountered something solid, but it wasn’t the tile. Before she could raise her shields, Logan grabbed her around the waist and snapped an inhibitor collar around her neck. It was like going deaf and blind at the same time. Jean tried to scream but a large hand clamped over her mouth. She felt his whiskery face pressed against her wet skin.

“Did ya really think I wasn’t gonna teach ya why little girls shouldn’t play with wild animals?” His hand closed over her breast and she backed up, encountering a lot of naked flesh. Hard. Naked. Male. Flesh. Each realization came to her slowly. She wasn’t used to depending on her natural senses. “Come on, Jeannie. Don’t like talking with yer mouth?” She felt his erection prodding her slippery skin.

“Logan, I’m sorry.” She said breathlessly. “I didn’t mean-”

“Bullshit.” He growled. “If you really didn’t want me comin’ after ya, I’d have gotten an apology during theve hve home. Yer not sorry you did it. Hell, ya probably wanted me to pull the car over and jump you beside the road.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jean choked out. “I didn’t say anything to you in the car because you didn’t want to talk.”

“Darlin’ ya put a leash on me in the woods. I’m just doin’ the same thing.” His lips pressed close to her ear. “Turnabout’s fair play don’t ya think?” He rubbed his thumb over her breast and her nipple beaded up, obediently and she sucked in her breath. “I think ya do.”

“How long were you waiting for me?”

“You always take you shower after everyone else so you can be alone. I waited till the other girls were done, then I came in here and you didn’t disappoint.”

“You were watching me the entire time?”

“Yup.” He said, unashamed. “But I didn’t think you’d have a problem with watchin’ since you were spyin’ on Kitty and the elf.” She stiffened.

“I don’t usually do that
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“It’s okay. Whatever gets you off.” With that, Logan reached down between her legs and began stroking her, boldly. She tried to struggle but he just turned her around and pushed bac back against the chilly tile of the shower walls. He pinned her there and began laving his tongue along her neck and collarbone, licking up the droplets of water that still clung to her creamy skin. He dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed his tongue between her swollen lips.

“God, Logan.” Jean gasped. “What are you doing?” He lapped at her like a dog and held her wrists still. She felt as if his tongue alone was pinning her to the wall. He knew she wanted him to do this. Treat a good girl like a bad one. He stood and pulled her knees up around his hips, like they’d been in the woods, only this time he was in control. He was so hard he ached. Jean was wet and hot and ready for him, but he propped her up against wallwall and held her there.

Her arms were around his shoulders and she was breathing heavily. He didn’t need to be psychic to know she wanted him. Her body gave away her secrets. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder and she arched her back. “I hate you.” She hissed at him.

“I don’t care.” He growled and let her own weight impale her on him. She was tight round him and he felt her internal muscles squeeze him all around. “Now tell me you don’t want me.”

“I hate you.” Her eyes were closed and she was moving up and down. He pressed closer and remained motionless, imbedded to the hilt inside her, but restricting her movement.

“Not what I asked, Darlin’.” He said. “You can hate me all ya want. It makes it all that much sweeter when I make you come.” His words were crude, but they excited her just the same.

“Just do it, Logan.” She hissed at him.

“Not till you say it.” He bit her nape and trailed his tongue up her damp neck. “And when you do, I’m gonna make ya scream like a banshee.” He reached behind her to the soap dish and slicked up his middle finger with the bar of soap. He moved his hand underneath her bottom and slipped his soapy finger into her rectum. She tensed around him and he twitched his finger. She hissed and tried to wiggle. "Say you don't want me."

"Fine, I don't want you, Logan." She shouted, squirming on his finger and cock.

"Now I know what you smell like when you lie." He growled and slipped his finger all the way inside her and rocked downward and back up, bucking and plunging furiously inside her. When Jean came, she did scream and he was glad everyone was already in bed. She writhed against him, and he whispered in her ear. He told her every dirty trick he wanted to use on her and every dirty thought he'd had about her. She was crying out for more with every breath and climaxed hard and fast.

He held still and let her tremors ease off. He pulled out of her and moved his hand up and down quickly till he came in spurts against her stomach. Then he let her slip to the floor. Her legs wouldn't support her this time and she fell to her knees.

Logan could see pretty well in the dark now. Jean's red head was bowed and she was trying to catch her breath. Logan turned on the tap in front of him and lukewarm water sprayed them both. He gathered a handful of hair and kept her in place until the water began to heat up. He adjusted it to a comfortable temperature, holding Jean down on her knees. Then he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, shoving his tongue inside. He moved it in and out like a hot dagger until she began to respond. Then he let go of her and left her under the shower's spray. On his way out he grabbed a towel and flipped on the light, disengaging the lock and walking back to his room.

When the lights came on, Jean was temporarily blinded. Then she looked down at herself. She was on her knees on the floor of the shower room at the mansion; and she'd just been fucked by a dangerous assassin. He'd taken her down and made her helpless in seconds. With her powers at full strength, it took nothing short of a small army to beat her, but he'd done it in seconds. She walked carefully to her things and dried off before getting dressed. Another problem struck her as she returned to her bedroom. She didn’t have a key to the inhibitor collar. She knew that Xavier kept some on hand for the odd emergency that came with the territory of training potentially dangerous mutants. She'd have to go to Logan and get it.