Sequel to Punishment, though it's not necessary to have read it.

Rated M for sexytimes.

Sweet Torture

Riven was going to pay. He was going to beg.

Musa had already planned what she was going to do before they'd even gone up the front steps of their guesthouse. She hastily unlocked the door and shoved Riven inside, levelling him with a no-nonsense stare. "Upstairs now," she said.

Either Riven was looking forward to his punishment or was unnerved by the steel in her voice, but he made his way towards the staircase without a word. Musa followed him, unzipping her dress on the upstairs landing.

She grabbed Riven's suit jacket once they were inside the bedroom, impatiently removing it, and then doing the same to the rest of his clothes. Riven tried to remove her dress several times as she stripped him but every time she shoved his hands away.

"Come on," Riven complained. "This isn't fair."

Musa flung his boxers to the other side of the room and gave him a pointed look. "What you did to me in the carriage wasn't fair either. Now get on the bed."

It didn't seem as if Riven was willing to take any more orders. He stood his ground. "Make me."

Musa had anticipated his disobedience. Rising onto her tip toes, she pulled him into a fierce kiss, knowing just how to break his resolve. She nipped at his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth and at the same time, snuck her hand down to his arousal. The sexiest moan escaped his mouth, making goosebumps prickle on Musa's arms. Riven pulled her closer, putting his hand over hers, pacing her stroking. He pulled away from her mouth a moment later, needing air as the feel of her hand overwhelmed him.

Musa smirked. He was under her control now.

She wriggled out of Riven's grip and pushed him back till he fell backwards onto the bed. She crawled on top of him, resuming the torturous strokes of her hand against his arousal. Then taking her other hand, she took hold of his chin and made him face her. "Take my dress off," she whispered. Immediately Riven's hands came up to the straps but she backed away from his grasp. "Using only your teeth," she clarified.

She swore she saw his pupils dilate at her words. He ducked his head to her neck, dropping several kisses along its curve before taking a strap between his teeth and tugging on it. He matched the slow pace of her hand against him as he pulled the strap down her arm. Her exposed nipple rose to a peak upon meeting the air, beckoning Riven; he couldn't resist, ducking down to kiss it quickly and then pulling the other strap down.

Before he had a chance to admire Musa sitting bare before him, she shoved him onto his back and tied a strip of black cloth over his eyes. He moved to try and remove it but she caught his hands and cold metal encased his wrists. Handcuffs. As she secured the cuffs to the headboard, Riven realised that her revenge would be torture.

"I wish you could see yourself right now," Musa said, lightly running her fingers along the grooves of his abs. "You look cute."

Riven said nothing.

"Seriously," Musa giggled. "The fluffy handcuffs really suit you."

"I bet they'd look better on you."

"If that was your attempt at convincing me to remove them, I regret to tell you that it isn't happening." Musa leaned forward, dropping a quick kiss onto his cheek. "But you can decide how they look on me another time."

She shifted her weight, leaning to the side. She pulled open the bedside drawer and rummaged around long enough for Riven to tense up before pulling out what she was after. She settled across his hips again and took a moment to stare down at him, bound to the headboard, at her mercy awaiting his punishment just as she'd wanted him. He looked like a sculpture made of gold under the lamplight, his body all sharp angles and flat planes seeming carefully carved. She took the feather she'd pulled out of the bedside drawer and traced the strong lines of his body. Lightly. Purposefully. She started at the shadowed hollow of his collarbone, gliding the feather over his taut chest, then lower to the ridges of his abdomen, skimming his hipbones before retracing the path upwards.

Riven was taut as a bowstring, straining against the cuffs. Musa giggled in triumph and then outlined the shape of his lips with the tip of the feather. He groaned. She outlined his ear next and that had him drawing in his breath. She felt herself becoming wetter with every moan she drew from him.

Running the feather down the length of his nose, she traced his body for the third time. He thrashed on the bed, his hips bucking upwards. She loved that she could excite him to such an extent without actually touching him, that she could make him drop his guard, his resolute control. His vulnerability was reserved just for her and it made her heart swell.

She moved to his side and leaned down to kiss him, the tip of the feather swirling in his belly button. "Untie me," Riven whispered into the kiss but Musa just smiled.

"Just feel," she said. She moved the feather lower and trailed it down his arousal. She repeated the motion again and again, delighting in the way her name left his lips in a chocked whisper. Her mouth slanted over his as she began drawing patterns, simple shapes, against his length. She swallowed down his groans, beginning to feel light-headed with her own arousal.

Once she couldn't take it anymore, she stilled the feather in her hand and straddled him, desperate for some relief. She reached forward and freed one of Riven's wrists. "Hold this," she commanded, placing the feather in his hand. She didn't need to remind him that there would be consequences if he disobeyed.

With the feather firmly in his grip, Musa took hold of his wrist and guided the feather towards her body. She gasped, feeling the softness of it against her skin. She guided Riven's hand to trace the same path across her body as she had traced on his, from her collarbone to her hips. Everywhere the feather touched, bursts of tingles rayed out, dancing beneath her skin. Musa let her head fall back and moaned unrestrained. She was revealing in the sensation of not only the tingles but also of Riven's trembling hand, knowing it meant he was struggling to submit to her.

Tightening her grip on his wrist, she guided the feather between her legs, letting it caress her thighs first before moving to their apex. At the feel of the feather gliding between her folds, she dug her fingers into Riven's wrist and moaned; she heard Riven groan too and felt his body twitch under her.

"I want to look at you, Musa. I need to–" Riven pleaded, hating the blindfold over his eyes in that moment more than he had the entire night so far. He needed to see Musa's face twisted in pleasure, her body arching backwards, the light playing on her skin. He felt her grip loosen around his wrist but it wasn't to remove the blindfold he realised, his hope dissolving, but was only to pluck the feather from his hand.

Musa threw the feather aside and secured Riven's free hand back into the cuffs. He struggled wildly, protesting that he'd been punished enough but Musa wasn't done yet. She kissed her way down his body, her kisses becoming lighter and lighter; by the time she reached his arousal, her kisses were caresses of smoke against skin, barely noticeable. But Riven felt them still, the blindfold covering his eyes heightening his senses.

Musa smirked in satisfaction at the expression on his face as she positioned herself over his hips. His bottom lip was between his teeth and a line had formed between his brows as he struggled with his desire. Without warning, she sank down onto him. She heard his breath catch and the clink of metal as he tugged violently at the handcuffs. She tried to feel triumphant but all she could feel in that moment was pleasure so profound it almost felt like she felt nothing. She wanted to ride him hard, wanted to relieve herself, but more than that she wanted to hear him beg. So she focused, pushing through the numbing pleasure, and started moving in a slow rhythm above him.

"Musa–please–" Riven's words were choked, strained, and even with her superior hearing, Musa barely heard him, lost in a type of ecstasy she had never felt. They had made love languidly before but never this slowly. She lay down over him, pressing her chest against his, unable to keep upright. She could feel him in a way she had never felt him before, not just where they were joined but against her skin where she felt his body heat and goosebumps, his pounding pulse and tension. She could feel where his skin was rough from training and where it was soft and smooth like silk. She could feel the ridges of his muscles, every curve and line. She swore she could even feel his desire like a living thing pulsing through him.

The sound of Riven's pleading made her focus. "Please, Musa–faster–please–" He sounded desperate and half-angry. The muscles in his arms were bulging, stiff from pulling on the handcuffs. Musa raised her head to see that his hair had been thoroughly mused from thrashing against the pillows and that his bottom lip was bitten raw. She carefully righted herself over his hips and moved a little faster. Riven hissed in satisfaction but it soon became a hiss of disappointment when Musa slowed her pace again.

"Beg me, Riven," Musa said, her voice hoarse but still commanding.

"Please go faster, please," Riven choked. "I can't take it. I'm sorry about the carriage! Please, Muse!"

Musa relented a little at that, rotating her hips faster and faster. She bit her lip against the more familiar type of pleasure that coursed through her.

"Yes," Riven hissed, his head falling back. "Just like that–faster–"

"Actually," Musa panted, "I think I'll keep this pace for while."

"No–please–" Riven begged, voice strained. "This isn't fair–I can't even look at you–come on, Musa–please–"

"Use your imagination," Musa laughed, breathless, palming her own breasts as she rocked back and forth, keeping her pace unchanged as she listened to Riven's pleading. The fact that she'd managed to make him beg was nothing short of a miracle. His resolve was as hard as a brick wall; it was empowering knowing she could cause it to crumble.

She lost herself to the pleasure, rocking against him, knees braced either side of his hips. Moans escaped her, drowning Riven out. The haze that had clouded her mind earlier returned, though this time she became aware of herself, of the sensations shooting through her own body. Each sensation was like a musical note, twining together to make a melody that floated through her, gradually rising to a crescendo. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noticed that Riven's pleading had stopped. She didn't think anything of it but then suddenly she felt hands grip her waist and then she was being lifted off the bed and pushed against something hard.

Blinking away the fog, Musa found herself upright against the wall next to the bed, Riven's body pressed against her own. The fluffy handcuffs she'd restrained Riven with hung open from the bedpost. The black blindfold lay crumpled on the sheets. Bewildered and dazed, she turned to Riven. He was smirking.

"Surprised?" he said. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to get out of those cuffs with all my training?"

Musa was too astonished to speak.

"It was an oversight not to get magical cuffs," Riven said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Although I do like that they're fluffy." He leaned in to kiss her and gently thrust up into her. Musa gasped against his lips. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he began to move, pressing her harder against the wall.

There were no more gentle thrusts; their love making was wild and hot. Riven set pace he'd been begging for and Musa wondered why she hadn't given in to him earlier. She was reduced to a mess of moans, gasps and whimpers. Her shoulder blades scraped against the wallpaper but she didn't care. Nothing mattered but the nearing crescendo she could feel rising inside her. She closed her eyes, letting her head drop down to Riven's shoulder.

"So close," she whimpered. Riven turned his head and took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it the way he knew she liked.

The melody built, surging higher and higher…

"Don't stop," she cried, digging her nails into Riven's skin.

The crescendo came suddenly, resounding and powerful, and Musa was swept up in it, adrift in the waves of it pouring through her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was tucked against Riven's side under the bedsheets. One of his hands rested on the swell of her hip and the other was playing with the handcuffs, swinging them around his fingers. She put an arm around him, hugging him closer to her.

Riven turned his head towards her, his eyes half-lidded with affection. "I enjoyed my punishment," he whispered, echoing the words she'd said to him in the carriage.

Musa smiled. "I did too," she said.

"So…" Riven said, holding up the fluffy handcuffs, "when I can see how these look on you?"

Musa looked thoughtful for a moment. "How about right now?"

A wicked glint formed in Riven's eyes and he rolled on top of her swiftly, securing the cuffs around her wrists…

Unfortunately I won't be writing a story about what happens when it's Riven's turn to handcuff Musa. You'll have to use your own imaginations for that ;) Hope you enjoyed Musa's revenge.

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xxxMusarockz

P.S. If you're looking for more sexy M&R stuff, I have a couple of other oneshots that you can find on my profile.