When Rhys woke up, he was decidedly not where he'd fallen alseep.

He was now lying on his back on a table, wings out and wearing no clothes. His dick was propped up with some sort of squeezing device, and his wrists and ankles were tied down. His wings had some sort of clips on them, holding them down as well. There was a metal collar around his neck as well, keeping him from moving his head. He was spread-eagled, completely vulnerable.

Footsteps echoed around him, and then Feyre was standing beside him. He was shocked at first, but then understanding dawned. "You kidnapped me," he accused lazily. Feyre merely smiled. She moved around to his legs and stood between them. She stood his dick up straight and slid three rings onto it. She took a small device from her pocket and pressed a button. The rings began to vibrate, making him groan. Feyre smiled again, and then came over to his left and clicked a set of small magnets apart. She placed one on the underside of his wing and one on top. They clicked together, putting pressure on the sensitive skin so, so near the spot he wanted. She did the same on the other side. Finally, she returned to between his legs and drew a long, thick device from her pocket. She spit on it, letting him watch as she rubbed it all over, the slid it into him. Then she pressed another button, and the magnets started vibrating too. Rhys jerked at the sudden pleasure coursing down his spine, and rattled in his restraints. Feyre came around to his head and shushed him with a finger to his lips. She kissed him, obliterating all thoughts but her, her mouth, her body. The vibrators clicked up another notch, and he jolted in his bonds. His muscles were so tense he thought they might snap. Feyre was hovering over him, lips quirked. Slowly, so slowly, she lowered herself down to him. Her tongue went out and flicked across his lower lip. She lowered herself farther, and bit his lip, sucking gently. She returned to behind him, and he felt her place two more sets of magnets on each wing, in a half-circle around that damned spot. They started rattling too, and Rhys was sure he would explode from the wanting. Finally, after an eternity of teasing, she placed magnets on those damned, damned spots on his wings. And pressed a button.

Rhys roared as he came, vision dancing with black spots, shaking so hard he thought he would fall off the table if not for the bonds holding him.

When his vision cleared, Feyre was leaning against the table next to him. She grinned wickedly at him. "That was fun," Rhys said. He'd be getting her back as soon as he was free. "Now let me go." "What do we say?" she coaxed. He stared up at her in disbelief. "What do we say?" He sighed through his nose. "Please," He said through gritted teeth. She drew a dagger and cut him free, then took a key from a chain around her neck and unlocked the metal collar. He stood in one smooth motion and made for her, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Consider this a chellenge," She said. "If you manage to kidnap me and do something similar to me in the next week I will publicly say 'Rhysand is the best lover a woman can ask for.' If you fail, or if I manage to do something similar in the next week, you have to publicly say, 'Cassian has bigger wings.' His eyes glinted with malicious glee at her. "Challenge accepted," he purred, and pushed past her hand. She stopped him again, this time with a look. "I have one request," she said. "Do tell," he purred. She pressed herself against him, rubbing against his already enlarged member. "Make me beg," she whispered in his ear.