Nathaniel checked his watch. Rebecca was due to arrive any minute. They planned to spend a quiet Friday night together at his apartment. At least, he was hoping for a quiet night. Earlier that week, Rebecca had started her hormone injections for the egg donation. Since then, Rebecca had turned perpetually, sexually insatiable. Between keeping up with her newly energized sexual appetite and the workload at the office, he was exhausted. Prior to work that morning, Rebecca had pounced on him like a tiger before he could even get up for his shower, so he hoped that was enough to keep her at bay for one night. He had Netflix queued up on the TV, a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, her favorite soft, grey blanket on the couch, and a bottle of red wine waiting on the kitchen counter. In his eyes, this wasn't just a hint, it was a big, neon sign.

Rebecca knocked three times and when he opened the door, his mouth fell open. She was wearing her short, black trench coat and donned heavy makeup - a deep crimson lip and smokey eyes. She was leaning against the door jam, her mouth open, obviously trying to be sexy. One of her hands was in the pocket of the coat, fingering some object she was concealing there.

"Hello, Na-than-iel," she purred, stretching out his name, punctuating each syllable.

"This feels...familiar," he said with a mix of humor and intrigue.

"Yes, I'm sure you remember this little number. The night you wanted me but I wouldn't let you have me."

He rolled his eyes. "Rebecca…"

She brushed past him into the apartment, purposefully ignoring all the domestic trappings he laid out for the evening.

"Shut up and listen. I was going through my drawers and found a little something I think may interest you."

His eyebrows raised, "Ok…"

She pulled her hand out of the trench coat pocket, revealing what she was hiding. A pair of shiny, sturdy-looking handcuffs. Not the kind meant for role play with pink, fuzzy faux-fur. These looked real.

"Oh," was all he could muster. She certainly had his attention now.

"Oh, yes. You know, Nathaniel, I was thinking about that night. How badly you wanted me. And now look at you. Trying to avoid sex by distracting me with Netflix and wine." She gestured to the couch and he shifted his weight uncomfortably from one leg to another. Busted. Rebecca balanced the handcuffs on her pointer finger. She continued, "I think you need to learn a little appreciation for your girlfriend. A little gratefulness. I think you need to be taught a lesson and be reminded that I'm in control here."

Nathaniel couldn't help but laugh at that. "Rebecca, please, you're always in control."

"Hush! Now listen to me. You're going to do what I say tonight and I don't want to hear any back talk. The safe word is...Quidditch," she said like she was incredibly pleased with herself.

"I'm not saying that," he flatly refused.

"Fine, what do you want it to be?"

"Can't I just say stop? Also, please don't do anything that's going to require a safe word. I'm really not in the mood for -"

Rebecca broke her persona for a moment. "Nathaniel, come on. I'm trying to do a sexy thing. Just go with it," she whined, pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes at him.

He sighed. "The safe word is," his eyes drifted to the kitchen, "banana."

Rebecca followed his eyes to the banana sitting innocently on the counter. "Come on, man. There's like no creative bone in your body?" She threw her hands up. "Fine! You don't need a safe word. Let's just ruin the whole illusion!"

"Hey, hey," he soothed, "I'm super into it. Whatever it is. I promise." She glanced down at his sweatpants and saw the proof.

Appeased, she smiled slyly and her sexy persona was back. She stalked up to him until she was so close she had to crane her neck to look up at him. "As I was saying, you need to be taught a lesson about respect and appreciation." She walked her fingers up his chest, and when his eyes dropped to her mouth and he leaned in to kiss her, she pushed him away. "No, not yet. Take off your shirt."

Not breaking eye contact, he took a step back and pulled his t-shirt over his head. One side of her mouth quirked up at his silent obedience.

"Pants," she ordered. Again, he didn't object and removed his sweatpants. He stood self-consciously in front of her in only his black boxers while her eyes dragged slowly over his body.

"Now lie down," she commanded and nodded toward the bed. While he lay down, she slowly untied the trench coat, making a show of removing it and then throwing it into a corner. Underneath, she was wearing the black slip she had worn many times before, however with one slight difference. A bright red lace bra peeked out enticingly from under the lingerie. Of course his eyes zeroed in on this new piece of clothing and he immediately wanted to tear the slip off so he could fully see it.

Grasping the handcuffs, she climbed on top of him and his hands went immediately to her hips and snuck up under her lingerie. But she grabbed his wrists and clicked her tongue at him, "Nope, nah ah." Holding firmly onto one of his wrists, she handcuffed it and then looped the handcuffs around one of the wood slats of his headboard, securing the other handcuff to his other wrist.

For a moment she hovered above him, simply admiring the way this position made his arm muscles stand out. "Is that ok? Does it hurt?" she checked in with him.

"It's fine," he replied and his eyes scorched a fiery trail over her chest. Sweat was already gathering at the tops of her breasts, another side effect of the hormones.

"Listen to me. Tonight, you're mine. We do what I want, at my pace. I'm your boss now. Understand?"

He swallowed hard and nodded.

"Say it."

"Whatever you want, Rebecca. You're the boss."

"Good." She slid down his body, on her way dragging her nails gently over the growing bulge in his boxers. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling quicker now. "You don't need these anymore," she drawled while she dug her fingers under the waistband. He lifted his hips, helping her out, as she awkwardly wrestled them off of his legs.

"For someone who didn't want to have sex tonight, you sure seem ready for me." She pursed her lips and said in a higher-pitched baby voice, "Nathaniel, do you want me to take this off?" She tugged one of the black straps of the slip off her shoulders.

He nodded vigorously and his hands balled into fists.

"Too bad." She pushed the strap back up. Nathaniel fought against the urge to reach out and touch her but lost, his arms surging toward her and the handcuffs holding him back, clattering against the headboard.

"Aw, looks like you're having a hard time giving up control, so I'll make a deal with you. Once I use you to get myself off, if you still haven't come...I'll take those off and you can do whatever you want with me. But I have a feeling you won't last that long."

He blew a raspberry with his lips, "Piece of cake."

"Excuse me?" she asked, mildly offended.

"Well, if tonight is anything like the last few days, you'll be finished in the first two minutes."

"Shut up," she ordered but then considered his words. "Actually, you're right. I've been a little trigger happy on these hormones. Maybe you need a little head start."

She crawled back on the bed and settled between his legs. Recognizing her intent, he looked up at the ceiling and exhaled slowly. Without any build up or preamble she took his entire cock into her mouth in one motion.

"Fuck," the word flew out of his mouth unbidden, and she heard the handcuffs move against the headboard again. She glanced up at him as she began sucking him in earnest. Seeing his head thrown back, looking absolutely destroyed, fueled her arousal even more. Still watching him, she hummed in satisfaction at his reaction and the vibration shot right through him, raising tiny goosebumps up and down his limbs. Eventually he returned her gaze only to see her deep red lips wrapped around him, mischief and desire dancing in her eyes, her cheeks hollowing with effort.

He bit his lip, hard, and heaved, "Stop! You have to stop."

She released with him a soft popping noise and raised her head, her forehead wrinkled. His hands were balled into fists again and he tried desperately to catch his breath.

"Stop stop? Or…?"

"Stop, like this is going to be over soon if you don't stop."

"Interesting. You just said…"

He just sighed and rolled his eyes, defeated.

She got up and retrieved a condom from his bedside table. When she rolled it onto him, he involuntarily thrust up against her hand. All he could think about now was being inside her as soon as possible. Before returning to the bed, she stepped out of her black panties and then grabbed the hem of the black slip and pulled it over her head.

"Oh my god," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. The red, lacy bra hugged her curves snugly. The material didn't cover much and it gave him an ample amount of flesh to ogle. His hands opened and closed reflexively, yearning to reach out and touch her.

"You like?"

He nodded and licked his lips, his eyes locked on her chest. Pleased with his reaction, she straddled his hips and hovered over him. She ran her hands up his chest, then leaned forward to feel his arms, appreciating the feeling of his muscles under her fingertips. He lifted his head and chased after her lips but she jerked back, avoiding them.

Nathaniel groaned in frustration and his hips raised, searching for her. Rebecca grazed his dick with her wetness and asked, innocently, "Oh, is this what you want?"

"Rebecca, come on."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

She shook her head. Not good enough.

"Please. I want to be inside you. I've never wanted it more."

"Ok, since you begged…"

Before he could object or make a snarky comeback, she slid down on him, taking his entire length into her.

"Mmm," she moaned and held still, enjoying the sensation of him filling her completely.

Nathaniel tried to thrust up into her but lacked the leverage. She leaned down and wrapped her fingers around his wrists. Still avoiding his lips, she dropped her mouth to his ear and whispered, "No, no. We go at my pace." She moved one of her hands to his throat, holding it firmly, "You're just my fuck toy tonight. You do what I say. Got it?"

"Yes," he gasped.

She released his throat and rocked back, sitting upright astride him. Finally she started moving, at a slow pace at first, finding her perfect angle to hit the spot she needed.

Powerless, Nathaniel could only watch her. Her mesmerizing face as she found and took her pleasure. Her eyes drifting open and closed. Her mouth slightly parted. Her lace-bound chest heaving with exertion. The sweat trickling down from her neck to disappear in the valley of her breasts. And his cock disappearing into her over and over. She was beautiful, wild, completely unabashed in her sexuality. With no hint of reservation or self-consciousness she groaned, growled, rutted like an animal on top of him.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," he moaned as he struggled to match her pace.

She dropped her face to his neck, first smelling him there, then biting down on a patch of skin, sucking hard. "Ah," he winced and strained against the handcuffs. When she released him, she kissed and licked over the bruised area, tasting his sweat.

Smirking devilishly, she pulled away enough so she could see his fuckstruck face, feeling drunk on her power over him. This time when his eyes fixed on her lips, she leaned in and finally kissed him on the lips. Nathaniel whimpered and opened his mouth to her, wanting, desperately needing, to devour her. As they kissed, she continued to rock and grind against him, hurtling closer and closer to her climax.

She started to feel the telltale tightening at her core, and she clamped her muscles down on him, eliciting a noise low in his throat. Pushing on his chest, she broke their kiss and sat up, bracing her hands on his chest. Her face scrunched up and her mouth dropped open, and he knew she was falling over the cliff. Already too far gone, Nathaniel clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, barely holding on by a thread.

Her muscles fluttered around him and she commanded, "No, look at me." Their eyes locked and it was all over. Her orgasm blazed a trail from her center up her spine, making her whole body shudder as she cried out, "Oh, oh, fuck, Nath -"

He couldn't hold on any longer. He let go, shooting inside her while pulling the handcuffs taut from the bed, the metal cutting into the skin of his wrists. The combination of pain and pleasure only intensified his orgasm. His eyes rolled back and he gritted his teeth while his hips jerked a few more times, erratic and uncontrolled.

Drained of all energy, she slumped forward and lay her head down on his chest, breathing heavily. As he panted, trying to recover, he huffed out, "Quidditch. Banana. Whatever. Please take these off of me."

"Oh god, sorry," she breathed and scrambled for the key on the night table. She unlocked the handcuffs as quickly as she could manage with her still-trembling hands. Once his hands were free, they were instantly on her, exploring and smoothing over her body. He cupped her breasts and she winced slightly, her breasts tender from the hormone injections. "Sorry," he whispered and moved his hands to her waist, "I love this bra. God, you look so…Come here." He pulled her face down to his and kissed her deeply, burying his hands in her hair. They kissed languidly for several minutes until the dampness between them became too uncomfortable to ignore any longer.

They each took turns in the bathroom, Nathaniel taking extra time to clean off the red lipstick from various parts of his body. When he wiped the lipstick off his neck, it revealed a fresh hickey forming there. "Rebecca," he called from behind the closed bathroom door, "you gave me a hickey! What are we, sixteen?"

She was rifling through his dresser drawers to find a t-shirt to sleep in. "You're too hot to be walking around unmarked by me!" she yelled back.

Settled into bed a few minutes later, Nathaniel snuggled up close behind her, spooning her, tucking an arm around her middle.

"Ugh, I'm sweaty and gross," she whined. "But I'm too tired to shower."

"It's fine," he sighed. "We'll be disgusting together. I'll wash the sheets tomorrow."

After a few minutes of relaxing into the bed, their breathing finally slow and even, Rebecca broke the silence. "Nathaniel, are you awake?"

"Mmm hmm," he replied.

"What did you mean when you said I'm always in control?"

"Just that," he mumbled sleepily. "You're the one thing in my life I can never control. It's ok, it's one of the things I like about you. Keeps me on my toes."

"Hey, I can give up control," she said defensively.

A laugh rumbled in his chest. "Ok," he replied.

"Just...you shhh and go to sleep."

"Exactly."

The next day Rebecca got up early and went back to her apartment. Heather was spending the day with Hector and she wanted to take advantage of a full day all to herself. She took a luxuriously long shower, even shaving her legs and using a sugar scrub to exfoliate her skin. Clad only in her robe, she spent most of the day in front of the TV. She painted her toenails, ate cereal out of the box, and earned a new high score in Drop 7.

Once night fell, she finally changed out of her robe and into her polka dot pajamas. After taking an injection, she ate some leftover Pad Thai and realized she was starting to feel horny again. At this point her constant arousal was becoming more of a nuisance than anything else. Thankfully she had less than a week left.

Resigned to her current state, she got up to retrieve her vibrator when there was a knock on the door. Nathaniel was standing on her doorstep, wearing jeans and a plaid collared shirt. A smile played at his lips as he took in her relaxed appearance and her living room in a state of complete disarray.

"Have a good day?"

"Yep, had some great Rebecca-on-Rebecca time. Obviously."

"Well, I decided to stop by because you left something at my apartment." Still grinning, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the handcuffs, dangling them in front of her face.

She smiled, remembering the night before, and grabbed for them. He raised them above his head, out of her reach. "Nah ah," he taunted. "Your turn."