Disclaimer: JE owns the characters.


He was tormenting me and he was thrilled about it. I had thoughts racing through my head about murdering him. Ranger may not be to happy about losing a man, but I wasn't happy about being put in this position. I silently cursed myself as I shifted in the chair.

"You're going to make me beg, aren't you?" I hissed through gritted teeth.

"That sounds like a pretty good idea," he said as his eyebrows danced.

I glared at the blonde haired, blue eyed man in front of me. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I gave a disgruntled sound and turned my head away from him. Two could play at this game. I shut my eyes as he moved into my line of vision and I heard him chuckle.

"This is insane!" I shouted at him as I opened my eyes. "How can you stand there and torture me like this?"

"You should know me by now. How could I resist?"

"How did I even get here?" I asked.

"You fell asleep while you were waiting for me outside my cubicle. You didn't even wake up when I started moving the chair towards the elevator. The guys could hardly keep themselves together when they saw me pushing you into the elevator," he mused.

"Oh, Jesus! The guys saw you?" I shouted. I was beside myself. How could they have stood there and not done a thing to stop him? I felt my temper start to rise as I thought about ways to get back at them. They were definitely going to pay.

"Steph?"

"What?" I shouted as I was brought out of the red that had clouded my vision.

"Remember that I hold the key to your release," he said as he flashed me a wicked smile.

"Don't think that just because I'm naked, and handcuffed to a chair, that I won't scream for help. Remember, Honey, you're naked too," I said with a satisfied smile.

"I can get dressed," he said with a mocking grin.

"Heeeellooo. Did you forget that all of the guys have already seen me naked? Remember our little adventure in the gym six weeks ago? It's nothing that they haven't seen before."

"How could I forget?" he said as he pulled the memory out for a moment. Then, he quickly cut his eyes to me. "You enjoyed it!"

"You knew what state I was in before you started pouring tequila down my throat," I said accusingly. "Besides, I wasn't the one that hit the wrong button."

"You knew where we were. I don't recall you telling me to stop."

"You were the one who started taking my clothes off."

"Again, You didn't tell me to stop."

"You enjoyed it more then I did, didn't you?" I shouted as my rage started to boil over.

"This isn't helping your situation," he said dryly.

"My situation?" I shouted. "You took off all of my clothes and cuffed me to a chair! Some people might take pity on my situation."

"Calm down, Steph. You don't want to have a stroke."

I sighed as I took in the sight of the naked man in front of me. Of course, he was right. All thoughts started drift out of my head as I remembered what he held in his hand. I'm not ashamed to admit that I licked my lips as I stared at his hands. I know that I have a one track mind. I heard him lightly chuckle and I really didn't care. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I mentally cursed myself for being honest with him. I should have known that something like this would have come back to bite me in the ass.

"You mentioned something about begging."

"Oh, go blow yourself!" I shouted as my temper came back. "I'm not going to beg for it."

I watched as he ran his finger over the tip. I know that I started drooling as he walked over to me. He held out his finger to me and waited. I stared at it for a very brief moment before I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I slowly licked the full length of his finger and I moaned in the pleasure of the simple act.

"Jesus," he whispered as he slowly slid his finger out of my mouth.

I smiled as I watched him use the same finger to go back over the tip once again. I felt myself go wet and my nipples harden when his finger slid into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let out another moan as I swirled my tongue around his finger. I was lost in a small piece of heaven when I heard the cuffs hit the floor.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me. His eyes had turned to little pools of slate. I knew, in that instant, that his plan of torture had backfired on him. I slowly stood up and ran my fingers lightly up his chest. Starting at his shoulder, I kissed my way towards his neck. He let out a soft moan when I hit the soft spot just above his collar bone.

"I win, Binkie," I whispered as I grabbed the bowl of cherry jelly, toped with whipped cream, out of his hands and walked away.