This was the worst. It was so encompassing that he felt nothing else existed but her, and he loved it, but at the same time, every part of his body ached and it was like she exuded some kind of force where every cell was being pulled toward her.

He thought her hands all over his skin would be the end of him, but it was their absence that eventually broke him.

"What happens to me if I give in?" He asked, his eyes trying to hold hers in his usual cocky glare, however he could feel the desperation that leaked in to his stare. At first she didn't say anything. She just smiled at him, eyes half-closed, sex glowing in her mismatched irises. The hand resting on her thigh slowly crept up the perfect skin, dragging the sheer fabric with it, revealing more of her leg and his stomach knotted in need. He needed her. Right now.

He was mesmerized more deeply with each centimeter of skin exposed and exhaled deeply in frustration when she stopped just short.

"What happens?" He asked again, growling a bit, though his voice was wavering a little as he watched her hands where they touched her skin.

"That depends." She stated flatly, a devious smile on her lips. She ran her fingers through her hair, and he found that undeniably sexy, watching her lithe fingers, wishing they were doing something else.

"On?" He urged. He was shaking, he could feel the muscles in his tightening as a fire started to burn in his stomach, a fire she started and left to burn. He leaned forward in the chair, though the cuffs prevented him from moving far.

He bit down on his tongue to stop words of surrender from escaping his mouth as her fingertips drifted across her chest. Even her breathing was sexy. He bit down harder on his tongue.

She leaned back on her hands, her back arching a bit, her heterochromatic eyes still locked with his. The way her arms were positioned, shoulder blades touching, it pushed her chest forward. A seemingly innocent posture, but in the thin lace that barely covered her already, the strain on the fabric pronounced the curves of her body all the more prominently.

"Lady." He gasped her name, his lungs trying to find air. She dropped her head back when he uttered her name, exposing her neck, beautiful white skin that seemed to scream to him to mark up, to break the paleness with his teeth and lips, to leave deep red spots on her to show how she was his. Everything in his body tensed as need battled with pride, arousal with dignity.

"Hmm?" The sound was deep, sultry, sexy, and it fanned the flames in the pit of his stomach, in his groin. His eyes hungrily followed the lines of her body again and again, from the line of her jaw, the curve of her breasts, her thin, toned waist, her wide hips, her delicate thighs, all the way down to the tips of her toes. He longed to tear that thin piece of lace off her body.

"I give up." He whispered breathlessly, his voice full of desire.

"Do you?" She asked furtively. He watched as she pushed herself off the bed and knelt before him, her hands on his thighs, fingers dangerously close, looking up into his face.

"You win this time, Lady." He responded, his breathing coming hard and uneven when he tried to tear himself from all the desperate thoughts rushing through his mind to be able to find the words she was looking for him to say.

Her hands slid up his body, along the underside of his arms to where his hands were bound behind his back. But she stopped there, fingers lingering on the metal. She lifted herself to where he lips were level with his ear.

"Are you ready for what comes next?" Her words were soft, almost soundless. He couldn't focus. She licked the shell of his ear, and he was drowning in the heat. Something clicked behind him and something metallic fell to the hardwood floor, but he was too engrossed in the feeling of her lips on the sensitive skin behind his ear to notice what had fallen until he felt her hands slip up his sides to touch his neck, his own hands following hers, gliding over her arms and around her back, pulling her closer.

He ran his fingers through her hair, using his grip to move her face and press his lips to hers hungrily. Her tongue ran along his bottom lip and her opened his mouth to draw her in, moaning as her tongue, as teasing as her fingers, battled with his tongue.

He would have loved to kiss her for hours, but the fire raging inside him was too consuming, too hot, and he couldn't take it for much longer.