(A/N: This is PWP. Just because. Assume an established relationship for this... Or at least a sexual one. Haha.)

"I have a surprise for you."

Valentin's eyebrows rise in interest as he follows Anna into her living room. He looks around, not noticing anything different.

"You have to close your eyes." Anna explains.

Valentine casts her a suspicious look but complies with her request. Anna takes his hand, and Valentin feels the familiar slap of cold metal around one wrist. His eyes fly wide open. Before he can react, Anna has his hands behind his back and cuffed to each other.

"Anna! What the—!" He's completely shocked.

"You look nervous." Anna observes with a smile.

"Well." Valentin cranes his neck to look at his cuffed hands. "The last time you had me in handcuffs, you were arresting me... So, I have my reasons."

"I see, yes. I thought we could make a new memory." Anna says, giving him light pushes on the chest until he stumbles backward into a chair.

His eyes are wide as he watches her. "Is this your kink or something?"

Anna leans in close to Valentin's ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth with a nibble. "Maybe. You have the right to remain silent, but I don't believe you will be able to do that."

He feels himself twitch in response.

"Do I need to tie your feet down, too?" Anna asks, running her hands down his thighs. "Or can you stay seated and behave?"

"I cannot promise you either of those things."

He's already getting hard and straining against the zipper of his pants. This does not go unnoticed by Anna, who just caresses his legs and watches his desire for her literally grow until he is squirming uncomfortably.

"Okay, Agent Devane..." Valentin clears his throat. "Now that you have me at your full disposal... What are you going to do with me?"

"Maybe you should ask what I'm not going to do with you." Anna says. She briefly cups him through his pants, causing him to buck against her hand. Her hand draws back, much to his disappointment, but then goes to lift her shirt over her head and discard it. She isn't wearing a bra, and the sight of her perfectly round breasts with rosy, pink nipples is too much. He is now completely crushed against his pants.

God, he wants to touch her. He jiggles the handcuffs behind his back though he knows it is useless. Anna is not playing with toys; these cuffs are the real deal.

"Anna... Please." Valentin begs.

"Please what?"

Valentin jerks his hips again upward again pointedly and looks down at the tent in his pants and back up at her.

"Oh... That." Anna pretends to be deep in thought.

"Yes. That."

"Well... I suppose I could help you with that."

Anna presses her hand against him as she unzips his fly. He breathes a sigh of relief as his erection is allowed to spring free from the confines of his pants.

Anna maneuvers herself just close enough to Valentin to allow his head to jut out and capture one of her nipples between his lips. Anna inhales sharply and closes her eyes as he sucks it into a stiff peak. It feels so good that she's reluctant to pull back, but she has to focus.

"Such a tease." Valentin laments, disappointed by the loss of contact with her.

"Am I?" Anna lowers herself to the floor and pushes his legs apart so that she can sit between them.

With just the end of her tongue, she licks the clear bead of liquid off the tip of him. He gasps at the slight touch and watches as she swirls her tongue slowly around the head of his length, her dark eyes locked on his the entire time.

He grunts in frustration, wanting to use his hands to grab something. Her hair. Her face. Her breasts. Her ass. Hell, even the arms of the arms of the chair would do. Anything. He isn't picky. But none of those are possible. He tries to pull again on the handcuffs.

Anna pulls her mouth away with a pop. "What, are you not enjoying this?"

"Oh yes, I'm very much enjoying this. But I want to be touching you."

"But this is your surprise." Anna reminds him, pumping her hand up and down while her tongue continues its work.

She very slightly uses the edge of her teeth around the swollen head of his member, making him hiss in response, before suddenly a few more inches of him into her mouth. Her hand works in tandem with the suction and licking. The attention she's lavishing on him is enough to drive the man crazy. His hips jump against her involuntarily and when she laughs, he can feel it all the way down his shaft.

When he thinks it can't possibly feel any better, Anna somehow relaxes her gag reflex to the point that it is like it doesn't even exist, and she takes him deep into her throat. Is this what the WSB Academy taught women in the classes he wasn't privy to? He doesn't know if it's some kind of erotic training she's had or just pure talent, but the way this beautiful woman is moving up and down, sucking and nibbling on his shaft, is like nothing he has ever felt before. His head thrashes back and forth in defeat when she cups his balls and massages them, rolling them just slightly in her hand. The pressure is building deep inside of him and becoming too much for him to continue to bear. She can feel his whole body tightening under her.

"Anna." Valentin's groan is a warning. "I'm going to…"

Anna gives him a slight nod to show her understanding but continues to bob her head up and down him with even more vigor. With a loud moan and a stream of multilingual curses, he throws his head back and gives up holding in his release, giving it all to Anna's mouth. She swallows every drop, never breaking eye contact with him.

After licking him clean with gentle strokes of her tongue and allowing him to begin to soften, Anna lets go of him and sits back on her heels, satisfied with her performance. She runs her fingertips around her lips demurely as though she hasn't just deep throated his entire manhood.

"Fuck, Anna." Valentin pants, unable to wipe the droplets of sweat from his forehead. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

"I thought you might enjoy it."

He loves the lilt of her English accent. Hell, there isn't anything he doesn't love about this incredible woman. "It's definitely the most fun I've ever had in handcuffs."

"Oh. Speaking of." Anna stands and digs the key to the handcuffs from her back jeans pocket. She expertly unlocks them, carelessly letting them fall to the floor with a clang. "You're released, Mr. Cassadine."

With his hands finally free, Valentin stretches his arms. "I'll be feeling that tomorrow, but it was worth it."

Before she can move, Valentin quickly curls his fingers through Anna's belt loops. He pulls her by them to sit astride his lap. "You… Are so fucking hot." His hands run across her bare breasts, cupping and squeezing them.

She lets out a little moan. "Yeah?"

"So..." Valentin begins, nuzzling his face against one breast. "Is it my turn to show you what my kink is now, Agent Devane?"

Anna's lips curve into a smirk. "By all means, Mr. Cassadine... Bring your worst."

(A/N: I have no idea what Valentin's kink is or would be… If you have a suggestion, I'm all ears to continue...)