"Please."

"What was that?"

Her hips automatically flexed up as she felt his lips trail over her inner thighs and she knew that a simple word wasn't going to appease him. Looking up at her wrists that were tied to Will's bed using one of his ties. Oh god, why did she agree to this? He told her it would be fun and she would enjoy this and she was to a certain level. But her wrists were starting to hurt from pulling at the restraint and Will was smirking too much. She was sure it should have been 'I'll have fun while I watch you squirm and beg.'

"You're not listening to me Mac, you need to keep still."

"You try keeping still."

Mackenzie was at the point where she was getting snappy at him, a glance at the clock told her that he had kept her in this state for 30 minutes. Pushing her almost to the point of orgasm when her hips would start rocking without her thinking and then he would stop, give her time to calm down.

She didn't know what happened to the relaxing part of this weekend he promised her. Mind it was only Friday night.

This was payback for today, she had dominated work and maybe overstepped the boundaries at time, not that they had ever agreed them but there was unspoken agreements. She put her foot down over something he wanted to cover when they were putting together the episode and he didn't like it. And it was obvious this was her payback.

It was three months after they had started things up again, they still seemed to be testing the boundaries, pushing them at times and if they had changed much since they were last together. Even though Mackenzie never complained about getting tied to the bed, it had never involved this much pleasure and torture at the same time before.

She could feel the sweat collecting over her body, his index finger slowly moving down her torso, the pressure just enough so she became aware of his touch. Trying to keep her breathing under control as his fingers moved over her hips and between her legs. She was past the point of hypersensitive and just the smallest touch had her wanting to buck her hips off the bed.

Mackenzie managed to control herself for a few seconds as he drew lazy circles across her clit. She was biting down on her lip to the point of pain, whimpers leaving the back of her throat as she tried to concentrate on anything but his finger movements.

"If you apologize for this morning I'll let you move."

"I'm not apologizing for making a better show and omitting something that could be seen as tabloidization."

She had to say she was pretty impressed with her brain for managing to string together a sentence with so many words.

Not long after she spoke she knew that she should have just apologized because he flicked her clit in just the right way and her body's automatic reaction to increase friction took over. Will took his fingers away before her brain had even registered that she had moved.

"Please Will, this isn't fair. Please I'm begging you, come on Will."

She knew this was a power struggle between them; sex had always been a way of release. It was always a battle over who would be on top and even then it didn't always mean he would let her gain control over the pace.

"You know what you have to do Mac."

"Come on, you couldn't keep your hips still if the tables were turned."

"You sound extra English when you're wound up, it's endearing."

She kicked her leg out towards him, trying to pull it away from him when he took hold of it and started to run his middle finger up the sole of her feet.

"That's not fair." She was squirming all over now, clamping her thighs together and using this as an excuse to release some of the pressure that had been built.

"It wouldn't have turned into 'tabloidization' Mac."

"You mentioned Bill Clinton, it was getting there."

Now his hand was moving slowly up her leg and she started to formulate plans of getting herself out of this situation. She let her thighs relax and slowly parted her legs as his hands drifted further up her skin.

"Do you have to mention Clinton right now? Not the biggest turn on."

"Oh, so you weren't hooked to the scandal?"

"Not as much as you would have been, being able to tell women that blow job weren't sexual… oh."

Her train of thought disappeared as he slipped a finger inside of her, she didn't really want to think about that time because it was when she first met Brian and they spent hours talking about how they would report it at the time while they struggled to get their foot into the door.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I wasn't saying anything."

Mackenzie closed her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the tie so her palms had something to grip hold of. She concentrated purely on her breathing and the slow speed of his fingers that hit just in the right place and the way the heel of his hand kept brushing against her clit.

Feeling the familiar pull start in the pit of her stomach, a knot twisting and her muscles in her thighs and arms tensing up. She was battling against everything that her body wanted to do, she wanted to tremble, she wanted to move but she couldn't. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out without wanting to physically hurt him.

"Will." She whispered to get his attention, her breathing heavier as her chest rose and fell. "I'm…"

Mackenzie felt her orgasm hit her at full strength, screaming out his name as her legs clamped shut and she was desperate to gulp in any air when her lungs decided to co-operate.

When she came down from her high, she looked at Will with a lazy smile; she couldn't help a soft laugh at the smirk on his face.

"I'm so… so glad that you left the air con on, it's really warm don't you think?" She watched his smirk instantly dropped when he realised that he wasn't getting the apology that he was expecting.