Autnor's Note: This is a continuation for the ones who asked me not to stop with the other chapter. It will contain sex. Of a more graphic nature than the previous chapter. You have been warned.

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Hawke

I looked up at him as I knelt before him, waiting for him to give me his next order. He reached out for me, and then hesitated. I could see the indecision in his eyes. As much as he wanted this, he wasn't sure he could do it. I shifted closer to him and ran my hands up his chest.

"It's alright, Fenris." I whispered as I kissed his markings.

"Hawke, I…" He pulled me back and I felt fear go through me. The look in his eyes was the same one from before he walked out the door. I sat back on my heels and looked at the floor, tracing patterns in the rug. I had survived his leaving once. I would again. There were plenty of things to kill around Kirkwall these days.

"It's fine. I…won't hold you to your promise." I said quietly. I was shocked at how calm my voice was. Inside I was growing numb. Burying the pain again. Just don't let me beg again, I silently pleaded.

He knelt on the floor in front of me. He clasped my face, forcing me to look up at him. "I am not leaving until you ask me to." His voice a growl of emotions. "I want to…but I can't. I can't stand to see you like this. I can't stand to degrade you like this."

"It's the slave and master terms, isn't it?" I asked realizing that probably brought back traumatic memories for him. Especially with slaying Danarius earlier.

I hadn't even asked him if he wanted to talk about any of that. He had met and been betrayed by his sister. That was heavy stuff. I almost snorted as I thought it. He didn't like to talk about his past-ever, much less while we were both kneeling, naked, on my bedroom floor.

He nodded and closed his eyes. "I can't stand to hear that word coming from your mouth."

"Then command me not to use it." I answer and begin nuzzling his neck, placing light kisses as I trace the markings up to his ear, then tracing the ear up to his sensitive tip. I lightly nipped it and enjoyed the way he groaned. Maker, his voice is a delight on it's own.

His hands begin tracing patterns along my ribs. Just enough pressure to not tickle, but not enough to distract me from what I'm doing. I smiled against his ear, and nipped it again. Despite Fenris being hard to read, he was very expressive the last time we spent an evening like this. And Isabela might have given me quite a bit of reading material. I pulled back from him and watched as his green eyes slowly opened back up.

"Tell me, Fenris."

He arched a brow at me. "I thought I was supposed to be the one giving the orders."

"Then order me." I pouted. He chuckled that deep, deep laugh that rumbled up through his chest.

"Patience has never been one of your virtues, Hawke."

"I would think three years is enough patience for anyone." He cringed at my words. It was a poor choice of words. Poor sense of timing. He had just been relaxing back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it came out."

"Perhaps we should have that talk I came over to have." He said looking worried.

"Or we could save it for later and enjoy the fact we are together and naked." I suggest smiling at him.

"I could be convinced of that. So long as you know we will have that talk. I'm not leaving again. And I need to beg for your forgiveness."

"No begging necessary. Tomorrow morning you can explain to me why you left, reassure me you won't walk away from me again, but as for being forgiven? You have been all along." I kissed his cheek as he hugged me to him.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered into my hair.

"Isn't it great that life isn't fair?"

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Fenris

I could feel her smiling as she wrapped her arms around me and shifted her body against mine. Her lips traced my cheekbone and pressed against my ear. "Tell me what you want, Fenris." I shivered as her warm breath tickled my ear.

"I…want…you." I tried to come up with something to tell her. How did I put into words the things I wanted to do to her? I had spent three long years thinking about all the things I would do if I had this chance again. I didn't want to waste it with ordering her to do things to me.

"You have me, Fenris. Tell me what you want me to do." She said pulling away from me.

"For you to stop teasing me." I frowned at her.

"I'll stop teasing me when you tell me what you want." She smiled.

I thought about this. As much as I loved the things she did to me. And oh, did she ever do things to me. My sweet Hawke was far too inventive for being so innocent. Maybe she needed to spend less time with Isabela. I groaned as she ground her hips against me. Or maybe more time. The fact was I had spent the last three years thinking of all the things I would like to do to her.

Our first night together had been about me. Hawke had patiently tended to me, making sure I didn't hurt. Making sure I was taken care of and satisfied. I had been fearful of the whole thing. It was more than just being with her. It was more than the power this woman held over me. It was also the things I did remember from my past with Danarius.

Sex had been a weapon for Danarius and Hadriana. I hadn't been lying when I said she had tormented my sleep. That bitch would give me no quarter. She even took me into the Fade to torment me. All I knew about sex was violence and power. I didn't want that anywhere near her. Dominating was something I had seen done, and had done to me countless times.

It was part of the reason my wanting to control Hawke disgusted me. But maybe controlling didn't have to be in a cruel way. Maybe it could be more than just trying to break someone. Maybe there could be finesse to it. Maybe a way to show her how much I loved her. I didn't want to hurt her. I wouldn't hurt her. I glanced at my discarded gauntlet and an idea formed.

Hawke further showed me the need for my plan as she dropped down lower and took me into her mouth. I let the sensations drive all thoughts from my mind for a moment, but then I refocused. She was determined to push me to my limits. I would see how she liked the tables being turned. I would make her beg for release before I would give it to her. I would worship her body the way I wanted to. The way it deserved. But first…

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Hawke

I protested when he pulled away from me. "Patience, Hawke." He said giving me that smirk of his that made me want to hurt him and jump him all at the same time. Damn Isabela for giving me far too many of her stories.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he unwound the ribbon he wore on his gauntlet.

"You wanted me to command you, right?" He said wrapping it around his hand slowly. I swallowed hard and nodded slowly. I wanted this, didn't I? I wasn't so sure now that he had that look in his eye. It was similar to right before he ripped someone's heart out. "Trust me." He whispered as he nuzzled my ear. "I won't hurt you. If you get uncomfortable, just say broody." I shivered as his teeth found my sensitive earlobe.

"Fenris…I…" I pressed closer to him as he began to pull us up.

"You asked what I wanted. I want to have my way with you. Do all manner of delicious things I've dreamed about for three years now. No…longer than that. Six years now, Hawke. You have been plaguing me with these desires since I first saw you. I was too afraid I would hurt you. To afraid I would disgust you. But you've given me permission. I'm going to take you the way I want to. When I want to. And you will be helpless to do anything but accept it." He rained kisses along my collarbone as he spoke, laying me back on the bed.

He moved over me and kissed me. His length teasing along my sensitive folds. I whimpered and lifted my hips, seeking to take him in. Seeking some sort of friction, but he pulled back. Maker help me, but just him saying those things was making me insane. I was desperate for relief, but he pulled back leaving me bereft of his warmth and weight. His spicy scent. His far too talented lips and hands. I opened my eyes and started to reach for him, but my hands wouldn't move.

I looked up at my wrist that were bound in the red ribbon I had given him. It kept me pinned to the bed. I looked back at him as he smirked at me. "Fenris…"

"I want you to beg me." He said as he climbed off the bed. He quickly untied the cord holding the curtains back on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What's the matter, Hawke? Regretting giving me permission already?" He chuckled and grabbed my ankle and quickly tied it to the post before I could even blink.

"Hey!" I protested as he did it to the other.

"If you want me to release you, you know what you have to do." He said watching me. "If you don't trust me, say it and I'll let you go."

"That's a dirty trick, making it so I don't trust you if I say it." I pouted.

"I learned from a master. She was tormenting me just a few minutes ago. I decided to pay her back." His smile faltered then. "Hawke, if you really want me to stop, say so. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this."

"I trust you. Just feeling a little insecure being tied up. Not used to being at another's mercy." He climbed into the bed and kissed me gently as he stroked my cheek.

"You might be at my mercy, but know that I only intend to bring you pleasure. I want to learn your body as you have seemed to learn mine. I want to watch you as I make you mine." His hand traced my tattoo, his eyes never leaving mine. "As you have already marked yourself. All that's left is my claiming my prize." I shivered in anticipation as he stretched out beside me. "Where to begin?" His hand slid tantalizingly down my stomach almost reaching my sex before veering back up and circling around my breast. His touch was feather light, almost to the point of tickling. It left goosebumps in the wake of his caress. I arched in frustration, but the ribbon and ropes were bound tight enough I had no slack to ease the growing ache.

"Fenris!" I whined as he was content to stroke me everywhere, but where I needed. Maker help me, when had I gotten so damned wanton. He chuckled a dangerous laugh.

"You will have to do better than that if you want me to give you release. I'm not even started yet." He shifted, careful to keep his weight off of me as he leaned over me. His hands stroked my body, tracing my muscles and scars while his mouth attended my neck and ear. Nips and kisses alternating with his teasing strokes on my body. "I want to explore all of you, Hawke. You are a beautiful woman. Beauty should be properly appreciated."

"Not feeling very appreciated, Fenris." I pouted. He chuckled and kissed me.

"You will, love." He whispered against my lips before he kissed me again. Love. He had called me love. I had said I didn't need the words, but it was still nice to hear.

He pulled me out of my distraction as his tongue pushed past my lips, demanding entrance, just as his hand finally stroked my aching nipple. I gasped at the sensation and he took that opportunity to invade my mouth. Teasing me until I was moaning and writhing. His mouth left mine and followed my jaw line before moving down my chest. He began his maddening feather touches again, leaving my breast. His mouth following his hands path.

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Fenris

The way she writhed was it's own form of magic. A heady feeling was pouring through me. My beautiful Hawke was so responsive. And completely under my power. I kissed her skin along her collarbone. Licking at the hollow of her throat. Teeth grazing where her pulse pounded.

"Fenris…please…" She whined breathlessly.

"If you can still talk, I haven't done my job properly." I laughed as she went silent.

I looked up and found her narrowed eyes watching me. I kept eye contact with her as I slowly lowered my mouth to her breast. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and watched her as her eyes closed and her head fell back. I felt her moan as much as I heard it. I laved it a bit before switching to the other one. My name was a whispered plea on her lips. My own arousal was painful, twitching with each of her noises, but I was a master at patience. My Hawke would learn the pleasure in it as well.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful I find your skin? So pale and smooth despite all the trouble you get into. So soft and silky." I murmured as I ran my lips over her stomach.

She jumped a bit as I moved to her ribs. She was so ticklish here. If I wasn't careful I would push her that way rather than exciting her. I nipped a rib and she groaned. I kissed each scar I found. There were surprisingly few. It was rare she traveled without a mage. I shoved that thought aside. Our disagreement about mages didn't need to be brought into this right now.

"Fenris." She said arching into my hand as I began to stroke her hip.

"I love when you say my name." I answered her as I pressed kisses to her hip and the flat plane as I traveled to the other hip.

She arched as much as the ropes would allow her. I nipped her hip bone, hard enough to leave a mark. She made a yip of surprise and looked at me. I kissed it as I slid my hand down lower to her sex. Her very wet and warm sex. She made a sound mixed with pain and pleasure as I stroked her. Not deep enough or hard enough to bring about her release. Just enough to have her whimpering.

"Fenris, please." She begged.

"Very good begging, love. But I'm afraid I'm not ready to be swayed you. There is still so much of you to explore." I laughed as she growled when I removed my hand from her.

"You son of a…I'm going to…Fenris, please!" She begged growing frustrated.

"Not yet, love. Patience, Hawke. Thanks for this game by the way. It is really fun."

"I hate you so much right now." She frowned at me. I smiled at her.

"Well if that is the case, I suppose I should just stop right now." I said and acted as if I was going to climb of the bed.

"Fenris, I swear by all that is holy if you leave me like this I will kill you! I will hunt you down and…Oh!" She cried and threw her head back as I slipped between her legs and kissed her sex.

"Still hate me?" I asked.

All I got was a wordless moan as she arched her back and strained at the ribbons binding her. I licked at her. Alternating between lazy flicks and thrust, loving the way she moved and the noises she made. Loving the taste and smell of her. I pulled back. It would be over for both of us if I didn't. She whimpered as I moved down her legs.

"I love your legs. I was so glad that the Champion armor you wear has pants. The skirt of that set you were wearing drove me to distraction. These long sleek limbs. Perfectly toned and so strong. I used to imagine them wrapped around me. My shoulders as I tasted you. My waist as I drove into you." I said as I rubbed her legs, waiting for her to come back from the edge. I placed kisses on them. Delighting in finding the spot just above her ankle made her sigh. And the knee made her laugh.

I stroked up her thighs and followed my hands path with my mouth. Laving every inch of her legs. Leaving no spot on her unexplored as I worked my way back up her body. Careful to keep from touching her most sensitive parts. She whined and whimpered all the while. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

I finally reached her mouth and kissed her as I slipped over her. Slightly settling my weight on her, teasing the edges of her sex with my length. She was making a keening noise now.

I moved to her ear and nipped it as I pressed into her just a tiny bit. I had to close my eyes against the rush of burning lust. I had to fight not to drive into her. I wanted this to last. I wasn't done showing her she was mine. I slipped in slowly. It was agony for me, but well worth it by the noises my love was making now. When I reached halfway in, I slid slowly back out. I repeated this process making her whimper more. I was fairly certain some of the whimpers might have been from me. I was so close to losing control.

I could feel she was close so I pulled out. She all but shrieked at me. I was fairly certain if she had been loose, there was a fair chance Isabela would have had a necklace made out of my eyes curtsey of one very frustrated Hawke. I kissed her gently. Keeping them chaste to bring her back from the brink. I nudged her ear as she turned her head away from me. Her whimpers had turned more to snubs by this point. I was thinking it might be time to go ahead and end this.

"Tell me what you want." I whispered in her ear. I held still waiting for her to answer. Her response was a breathless pant as she struggled to pull free. I teasingly probed her edges. "Tell me what you want."

"I…" She panted, sounding near tears.

I slipped my hand down and rubbed her pearl. Working her back up. As soon as she began panting again, I stopped. Her protest sounded like crying now. "Tell me what you want." I ordered her and bit her earlobe.

"You." She cried and jerked on the ribbon binding her. "Damn it, Fenris! I want…" Her rant ended in an almost yell as I drove into her.

I set a steady pace, trying to keep it going as long as I could. She was tugging at the binding and I realized I was ready for the game to stop as well. I wanted her arms and legs around me as we finished.

I pulled away from her and she did shriek that time. Her sob nearly broke me. "Please!" She begged.

"Patience, love." I said and untied her ankles and rubbed her feet making sure I hadn't cut off the circulation in them. I hurried to climb back onto the bed. I had thought to free her hands, but she had apparently decided differently. She wrapped her strong legs around me and twisted us over. Her hands were bound and kept her at a weird angle, but apparently she was past the point of caring if they hurt or not.

"Screw patience." She snarled as she shifted her hips back and slid onto my length. I was torn between holding her waist to help her and freeing her hands. I decided it might be safer for me if she wasn't free until after she had finished.

She held onto the headboard so she could stay upright. I drove into her, panting along with her as we rushed to the finish now. She made a whimpering cry and arched back as far as the bindings would allow as she climaxed. She cinched down on me like a vice. It was almost painful as her peak washed over her. I went still so she could ride it out.

She leaned her head against the headboard. "Give me a minute." She panted.

"As long as you need." I answered feeling smug. I had managed to push her over the brink of her self control. She opened one eye and frowned at me.

"You are a jackass." She sighed.

"And you love me." I replied as I untied the ribbon. She sat up and rubbed her wrist.

"Hmm. For some reason." She smiled and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. I spun us while she was distracted. She wrapped her legs around my waist and smiled coyly at me. "I do believe you said you wanted my legs around your waist.

"So I did." I said as I began moving in her. She arched and moved, pulling me closer, grinding against me faster and harder. Demanding more. She moaned my name as she finished again. Her finish bringing about my own. I collapsed against her. Trembling in exhaustion and utterly spent.

I shifted off of her and pulled her so she was curled in my arms. She lazily traced my markings on my chest. "Fenris?" She asked.

"Hmm?" I said barely able to stay awake.

"I was thinking since this went so well…" She bit her lip and looked at me.

"I do believe you called me a jackass, said you hated me, and threatened to hunt me down and kill me. Do you really call that going well?"

"Well, when you finally stopped teasing me, it went well." She smiled and kissed me. "Sorry about that."

"I didn't take it personal." I kissed her forehead. "You were saying?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Well, Isabela gave me this book on positions…" I kissed her cutting off her sentence.

"Never start a sentence with Isabela gave me a book." I said tiredly. She sighed and snuggled into my chest. I absently ran my hand through her hair. "Maybe I can look at it tomorrow." I didn't like her wicked grin at all. Seemed I had created a monster. But what a wonderful monster. And all mine.

I held her as she drifted to sleep. I marveled the feeling of peace that settled over me. For the first time I could look forward to tomorrow. I wasn't sure what the future held, but one thing for sure, it wasn't going to be boring with Hawke by my side.