As Krista cried out, Damien thrust deep inside, her ass muscles convulsing around him, milking him. With a low groan, he gave one final thrust and the best orgasm of his life ripped through his body.

When it was over, Damien pulled out, slowly. He knew she would be coming down off the endorphins soon and didn't want to hurt her, especially after he had completely lost control a again. Anal sex was tricky under the best of circumstances, but he had lost it, spurred on by her dirty mouth and the way she begged. He pulled the used condom off his dick and dropped it next to the speaker. He'd throw it away later.

Despite his boasting earlier that night, Krista really wasn't going to be able to walk, much less drive home. Without being cocky, Damien knew he was larger than the average man. At a full ten inches and nearly as big around as her wrist, he always had to be careful not to hurt the women he slept with. That's one of the reasons it was so important for him to maintain his control. Unfortunately for her, he didn't seem to have any where she was concerned.

Damien pulled up his pants, buttoning them with deft fingers. Then he reached down and carefully picked her up. Krista was limp in his arms, satiated and exhausted with one pant leg trailing on the ground. He hoped she had enjoyed herself enough tonight to want to see him again after she found out who he was. The illusion she had in her brain would be demolished by the bathroom lights. No matter how he spun it in his brain, she was not going to like finding out that he worked here. She might think he did this sort of thing all the time or that he really was a rapist. The worst possible scenario was that she might not ever want to see him again. If he was honest with himself, he'd admit that he'd never met anyone like her and wanted to keep her in his life, somehow.

"Come on princess," Damien said as he carried Krista into the women's bathroom and hit the light with his elbow. She was unprepared for the sudden illumination and quickly closed her eyes, covering them up with her arm.

"Ughhh, what was that for?" she whined softly.

"Sorry sweetheart," Damien replied. "Couldn't be helped. I've got to make sure you're okay."

Krista blinked her eyes a few times and realized she could see. She could see him, her mystery man. All she had to do was look up. Suddenly, she didn't want to. Was it weird that she was afraid? Once she looked up and saw who he was, everything would become real. She would never be able to pretend that she was normal, never pretend that she had ordinary everyday urges. It was dark territory she'd explored with him and somehow, knowing his identity would change everything. In the end curiosity won out and she dared to glance when he sat her gently on the floor.

"It can't be you," Krista exclaimed with a surprised gasp, dripping with disbelief.

Damien's clenched his jaw in frustration. She sounded disappointed. Maybe her friend had been wrong. He faced up to the fact that the last two days had made him want her even more. No woman had ever called to him more and the thought of not being with her was infuriating.

"Sorry princess," he said, trying to be casual. "You were expecting someone else?"

Krista frowned, thinking about everything that had happened. It truly did not seem possible and she could think of several reasons why.

"One," Krista said, counting the reasons off on her fingers, "I've been coming here for over a year and you have barely ever looked at me. Two, I never told you my name, and three, the knife has an aL' on it."

As Krista started listing all the reasons why it couldn't or shouldn't be him, Damien tried to check his frustration. None of this was her fault and she hadn't done anything to deserve what he had done to her for the last few days. Granted, he'd made it good for her, but the fact of the matter was that she wasn't into him and hadn't been willing, despite her friend's assurances.

If nothing else, he at least owed her an explanation. "One, I don't look at you, because it sucks tending bar with a hard on. Two, your friend, Hannah, told me your name and three, my name is Lance. That's why there's an L on the knife. My middle name is Damien."

Krista laughed. It might have been because she was semi-hysterical, or maybe because she couldn't get over how lucky she was. Damien was the hottest guy she had ever seen and here he was justifying himself for why he was her secret admirer. Was that the right word? Admirer, stalker, sex god? She wasn't sure which was right. Maybe all of them.

When she started laughing at him, Damien lost it. He reached out and pulled her forcefully against his body. He grabbed her hair and pulled hard enough to wrench her head back so he could see her eyes. There was apprehension there, but he saw desire too. Maybe he could salvage this. He kissed her roughly on the mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, exploring it, claiming it. He rubbed his once again hardening dick against her pelvis. Maybe if he could convince her they had chemistry, she would give him a chance.

Krista was stunned. Why was he so angry? She abandoned trying to think when he kissed her. It was a lost cause anyway. He kissed her so hard her lips were going to be bruised. Winding her hands into his hair, she kissed him back, not caring that she stood there wearing half a pair of pants and nothing else. Just as suddenly as it started, it was over and he was halfway across the room.

Damien ran a hand through his hair and took a few calming breaths. He had to get his priorities in order and stop thinking with his dick. Unfortunately, it was rock hard and making a good case for taking her with the lights on, showing her how great it could be, proving to her that he wasn't the monster he'd made himself out to be. Of course, taking her with the lights on might just prove he was that monster. He wasn't usually, but there was something about her that made him lose his mind. It didn't help that she had laughed at him. He composed himself and walked back over to where she stood next to the sink as if in a daze.

"Look, princess - whether you wanted it to be me or not, it was. Neither of us can change that and I wouldn't even if I could. The kind of chemistry we have doesn't just happen every day. Regardless, you are going to need help getting home. So suck it up and let me take care of you."

Krista just looked at him. It was like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand. In what reality could he possibly believe she didn't want him? She tried to find the words to explain how she felt when the edges of her vision started to go dark. She was dizzy and suddenly nauseous. What was happening?

"I don't feel so good," she said as she slid towards the ground in slow motion. Damien caught her just before she fell.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. "Krista, say something,"

Damien shook her gently. Krista was out cold. He laid her down on the bathroom floor and listened to her chest. Her heart was beating. What the hell was happening? He leaned up close to her face and felt her breath against his cheek.

"Krista, come on honey, wake up," he said, shaking her again. Krista didn't respond.

Damien carefully put her pants back on. Her shirt and bra were out in the hallway somewhere and he didn't have time to go looking for them. So he took off his and slid it over her small frame, arranging her arms in the sleeves. He grabbed her purse and picked her up, carrying her out of the restroom. For the second time in as many days Damien decided that everything was a disaster.

"Hey Greg. I gotta go," Damien said, nearing the bar. "Cover the rest of my shift, okay?"

Greg glanced up from the drink he was making. "Dude, what'd you do a fuck her to death?"

"It's not funny man," Damien said gritting his teeth. "I don't know what happened, but I gotta get her to the hospital. Cover for me."

"Whatever dude," Greg said with a grin. "I just want to know, did you stop before or after she passed out."

"You're sick, you know that." Damien shook his head, fighting a smile.

"Man, you're the one who left an hour ago and came back with an unconscious chick," Greg said, still grinning. Damien knew he was never going to live this one down. If Greg wasn't such a good friend, he wouldn't be able to put up with the shit he was going to take over this one.

"Okay, fine, have your laughs. But seriously, I gotta go. Can you flip the light switch in the back hallway and grab her stuff?"

"It's cool man," Greg said, tossing the bar rag over his shoulder. "I got it under control. You're just lucky there was a concert tonight or the place would have been packed. Go on, get out of here. And next time, take better care of your toys."

Chapter 3.

Damien carefully laid Krista in the back seat of his car. He buckled the seatbelts around her and hoped that would keep her from rolling around back there and possibly getting more injured. It was bad enough she was having some kind of weird reaction to having sex with him. He didn't think he could take it if she got hurt on the way to the hospital.

Damien hopped in the front seat, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He tried not to drive too recklessly, but was really worried about her. His friend was making jokes, but what if Krista was in a coma or something. Is it even possible to fuck somebody into a coma? It wasn't like he was choking her or anything. How the hell could she have passed out?

Damien's mind was spinning with questions as he pulled into emergency area of the hospital and threw the car in park. Jumping out, he opened the back door to get Krista out of the car.

"Hey buddy, you can't park there," a security guard said.

Damien ignored him and undid the seatbelts holding Krista in place.

"Seriously, you can't park there. You gotta go around to the lot," the security guard said forcefully.

Damien finally got her free and pulled Krista out of the car.

"Do what you gotta do man, but I am taking her inside."

When the security guard saw Krista's unconscious form, he relaxed a little.

"Alright," the uniformed attendant said. "Go ahead and take her in, but get your ass back out here, pronto and move this car."

Damien smiled at him. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He carried Krista inside, hoping she was going to be okay and walked over to the triage nurse.

"Excuse me, but my friend needs some help," Damien said. "She's unconscious and I'm not sure why."

The triage nurse grabbed Krista's wrist, feeling for a pulse. As a weak, but steady beat pulsed against the nurse's fingers, Krista's chest rose.

"Well, she's breathing and has a pulse," the nurse said. "That's something. Set her down so I can get her vitals."

Damien carefully placed Krist on the chair, holding her in place. The nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm and began squeezing the air pump.

"What happened?" she asked, noting the reading on a chart in a file folder.

"It's a little embarrassing," Damien said sheepishly.

"Spit it out," the nurse said. "I've worked here for 35 years and have heard just about everything. Plus there's other people waiting."

"Okay, okay," Damien said trying to figure out a way to say it so it didn't sound as bad as it did when he said it in his head. "We were having sex and she passed out after we finished."

"How long has she been unconscious?" the nurse asked while reading the thermometer she'd stuck under Krista's tongue when it beeped.

"About twenty minutes," Damien replied.

"Is she on any medications?" the nurse asked.

"Not that I know of," Damien answered. "She didn't mention any, but I only just started seeing her."

"Was she taking any recreational drugs?" the nurse questioned.

"No ma'am," Damien said. "She had one drink a few hours ago, but that was it.

"Anything else you think I should know," she asked, leveling him with a piercing gaze. It was like she was looking right through him.

"It was anal sex, ma'am," Damien replied, wishing he could sink into a hole in the floor.

"Alright sir," the nurse said, "we'll take her back to the ER and have someone look at her. In the meantime, you can go over to the billing office and fill out her paperwork"

"Sure thing," Damien said, glad he had something he could do besides sit here with the nurse judging him. He could only imagine what she was thinking. "Is she gonna be okay?"

"Her vitals are okay," the nurse said. "Blood pressure is a little low, but not too bad. We'll have to take her back and run some tests, but it looks like she probably just fainted and is taking a little longer than usual to wake up."

Damien walked over to the billing office and filled out the forms using the information in Krista's wallet. When he finished, he moved the car and returned to the waiting room. God, he was doomed. She hadn't wanted him before all this mess. There was no way she'd want to pursue something with him now.

After an agonizing hour of worry, Damien heard his name called. "Lance McPherson?" a man in a white coat asked, looking around. Damien jumped up.

"That's me sir, but you can call me Damien. Are you the doctor? Is Krista okay? Can I see her?" he asked without giving the man time to answer any of the questions.

"Hello Mr. McPherson. I'm Dr. Gordon. I examined Ms. Hamilton and she's okay. She regained consciousness about forty five minutes ago. We ran a few tests and she seems fine, but we're going to keep her overnight for observation," the doctor said.

"Did she say anything? Can I see her," he asked hopefully.

"She's resting now. She said to tell you to go on home and that she'll be okay." Damien's heart sank. She didn't even want to see him. He was desperate to reassure himself that she was okay and she wanted nothing to do with him. The empty feeling in the pit of his stomach grew.

"Can you at least tell me what happened?" Damien asked the doctor.

"Normally, we would only answer questions for family members," the doctor said. "but Ms. Hamilton told me to answer any questions you may have. She appears to have fainted as a result of stimulation to the vagus nerve. It's rare, but this sometimes happens with anal penetration. She's doing fine now, but her blood pressure was a little low and she was unconscious a lot longer than usual for this type of thing.

"Doc, this may sound a little weird, but did you give her a complete exam," Damien asked, "as in... complete?"

"Yes we did, Mr. McPherson," the doctor said.

"I'm only asking," Damien said, "because this was the first time she ever had anal sex and I may have been a bit... vigorous. I just want to make sure I didn't tear her inside or anything."

The doctor took a deep breath. He hated these types of awkward situations.

"After reading over her chart, we thoroughly examined the area in question and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. She will be sore for a few days, but there was no tearing of the anal wall or tissues. Now I suggest you go home and get yourself some rest. Ms. Hamilton will be released in the morning."

"Thanks Dr. Gordon," Damien said feeling lousier than ever. Krista was stuck in a hospital. It was all his fault and she didn't even want to see him so he could apologize. He didn't think he could possibly feel any worse as he walked out of the hospital.

Damien walked back to where he had parked his car and climbed in. He just sat there for a minute, his head leaning against the steering wheel. How on earth could he have made such a mess of this?

After a few minutes, Damien started the car and drove home. When he got there, he grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge and hit the button to play back the message that was blinking on his machine.

"Hey Damien, this is Ralph," the machine said. Damien felt a strong feeling of trepidation. His boss almost never called.

"I'm aware of tonight's little aincident' and I'm not happy. I looked over video surveillance. It shows you turning off the light in the back hallway near the restrooms at nine-forty-five and emerging at ten-fifty-seven with an unconscious girl. What the fuck Damien? Am I looking at a lawsuit here?

"Greg tried to cover for you, but I told him his job was on the line. He said he didn't know who the girl was, but that you'd met her yesterday. So I went back to yesterday's tapes. Do you know what I found Damien? You going into the women's restroom just after you picked up your check. A few minutes later a girl follows you in. Then there's Greg knocking on the door 45 minutes later, after the bar was technically closed, I might add. You're one of my best bartenders Damien and I hate to have to do this, but you're fired. I can't risk them shutting down my club. You can pick up your last check on Friday."

Damien sat down on the kitchen floor, beer in hand.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he yelled.

Turning the bottle up, he chugged the beer and got up to grab a couple more. He took them to the living room and sat dejectedly on the couch. With no hope on the horizon, the best alternative was to get well and truly drunk. Another bottle joined the empty one on the table in front of him After his fourth beer, Damien looked up at the ceiling.

"You know," he said, "you've got one hell of a sense of humor. I bet you're sitting up there laughing your ass off. All the girls over the years, and this is what happens with the one I actually like. Bet you think you're real funny."

Chapter 4.

Krista woke up in the hospital with a blood pressure cuff pressing tightly against her arm. As the cuff released and displayed her blood pressure, the machine started to beep. A nurse walked in and turned it off. Krista stretched like she did ever morning and wiggled in bed. WOW, her whole body ached like she'd been to the gym. Hopefully, Tiffini would understand why she wouldn't be able to make it to the gym tomorrow for their weekly Sunday session.

"No need to worry, honey. We're taking good care of you," the nurse said writing down her vitals. Krista asked for a glass of water. She was starting to feel better and looking forward to going home.

"When will I be discharged?" she asked. The doctor had explained last night what happened and how. She had never heard of a vagus nerve, so that part she kind of tuned out. She was just really tired and wanted to lie down in her own bed and go back to sleep. It's no wonder people were always dying in the hospital. The beds sucked.