#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER TWO: SPANKed

Jamie is in the vice of horror at the sight of Dakota astride a mechanical ride. She has one hand waving in the air and the other holds on precariously to the mechanical bull that's violently bucking to dislodge Dakota from its back at break neck speed.

Two male spectators are joined by several bar goers who watch the fast riding Dakota with a combination of admiration at her well formed body, her staying ability, holding onto the monstrous, life like mechanical bull that breaths out steam from flared nostrils. Somehow the creature is trapped between her feminine legs. There's a look of unadulterated exhilaration on her face.

Dakota's athleticism and ability to communicate emotion draws in more onlookers some of whom exchange dollar bills. She's the object of an impromptu bet.

What is Dakota thinking? What if she's thrown off the saddle at high speed? Jamie's thoughts race as he terminates the call from his PR team. With lightning speed, he gets to Dakota who is on the other side of the room.

The ride slows. The small crowd of women and men chant, "Again, Whoa..."

An inebriated man standing next to Jamie licks his lips, "Dakota's hang on to that bucking bull a full minute at a hundred kilometres an hour. I don't know many men that can do that. I'd let her ride me, like that, cow gal style."

Jamie suppresses the urge to punch the man in the mouth for objectifying Dakota. "I think you've had a bit too much to drink mate." In the split second it takes for the ride to stop, Jamie visualises violence with which he stops the man three sheets to the wind cold in his tracks. The stranger's head tilts to the right which his predatory senses discern an inner ear imbalance. He punches him in the neck paralysing his vocal codes so no sound is made during subsequent blows to the rib cage just above the liver and defective ear. He eases the unconscious man to the floor before anyone is aware anything untoward happened. He could sink his teeth in the jugular, but blood splatter is impossible to hide. Dakota's stunt combined with the violent imagery has adrenalin rushing through Jamie's veins. His heart beats faster.

It takes every ounce of self control when Jamie steps up to Dakota, a dark thunderous expression clouding features that had earlier been softened with smiling and laughter. He extends a muscular arm to Dakota. She meets the disapproval in Jamie's features with fiery defiance. After months of silence Jamie doesn't have the right to judge her leisure activities.

Rather than take Jamie's commanding arm, Dakota dismounts on her own steam. She balances her weight on her hands, somersaults, landing expertly on her feet with the elegance of a gymnast finishing a routine on a balance beam. In the midst of spectator applause, she storms off, her naked shoulder brushing against Jamie.

Stupefied, Jamie stalks after Dakota through a corridor. He holds a door that she ducked into before it closes.

"What do you think you're doing?" She turns squaring up to Jamie.

"I should be the one asking you that Dakota. What if you fell off that mechanical contraption? Jesus, Mary, Joseph, at that speed you could have been killed," Jamie's fury is palpable as he places both his hands on her bare shoulders.

"A touch melodramatic don't you think?" Does he not know his touch is her undoing? She sneers, "Where's the indifference of the last couple of months," she observes coolly, "or do you can shake some sense into a grown ass woman, Daddy Dornan?"

Dakota using the nickname his Belfast friends in London tease him with, to show what a responsible family man he is, brings Jamie back to reality with a thud. He consciously peels his hands from Dakota's shoulders. "Sometimes you need sense shaken into you, a damned good spanking. But no, that's not what's going on here." He cocks his head, "Unless you are asking me to..."