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Jealous Restraint

2. Donna's Toy

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Sunday mornings were by far Donna's favorite. The leisurely pace to the day meant she could enjoy her thriving relationship with Harvey and not feel bad about spending the entire time wrapped up in silk sheets. And him.

They had only been together for a few months, but lately, her housekeeper saw more of her apartment than she did, cleaning out a half-empty walk-in closet because most of her stuff had found its way to his condo. She had a few drawers and had overtaken two-thirds of his wardrobe for her clothes, which was nowhere near enough space. But it was a worry for later—once they would start discussing the future. Their future. Right now, they were too busy making up for the past and all the years they had missed by being apart.

On this particular morning, Harvey had prepared them breakfast in bed—croissants, juice, eggs, toast—an entire spread just to surprise her, after he had made love to her. Again.

She could safely say she finally knew the definition of happiness.

With a sated smile on her face, Donna sank back into the pillows, the bed otherwise empty, because Harvey was in the bathroom, getting ready for a run.

Most Sunday afternoons, they each spent some time working out. Harvey would run or box and she would take a yoga class. Often, they would go for a walk together—especially with the weather improving—strolling around the Upper East Side or drifting along Central Park to watch how spring was blossoming all around.

A few weeks ago, on one of those strolls, he'd told her he loved her. The declaration hadn't been his first, yet without all their baggage and stupid rules binding them, the words had had a profound impact, disintegrating within her the final barriers holding her back, the last bit of hesitation she had clung to in case he might bail and she would lose him forever.

But he wasn't going anywhere. No. If she'd had doubts before, she was sure now. Harvey was the one.

God, even with him thirty feet away in another room, she missed him.

Her longing lifted when the door to the bathroom opened and Harvey appeared dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, a hoodie in hand which he threw on the foot of the bed, his unshaven face glowing with a grin as he moved towards her.

He was as happy as she was.

Bending down, he planted a scorching kiss on her lips. "I won't be long." Another peck. "I love you."

The profession of his love never failed to make her beam, and she smiled. "I love you. Be safe." Hugging his pillow tightly, she inhaled his scent as she dropped her body back into their bed.

"You're not going to yoga?"

"Not today. I'm still a bit tired."

With a mischievous smile on his face, he clambered on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. "You want me to stay?" he whispered against her collarbone, his mouth slowly trailing kisses up to her ear.

Yes! She most certainly wanted him to settle in beside her, but he had to leave the apartment for an hour or so, and she scrambled to gather the pieces of resolve his lips hadn't devoured yet. "No, go. You need to stay fit. How else are you going to keep up with me?" she teased.

"You keep me plenty fit," he conceded. But she was right. And he always did like the burn in his legs a good run provided. Besides, he had every reason to maintain a strong physical presence with Donna as his girlfriend to impress. Pushing himself up on his arms, he lingered a while to allow her a moment to ogle his straining biceps, which she obliged happily, judging from the lust filling her eyes.

"I can see that. Now go. Run. I need a shower," she said, patting his chest.

"If that's your argument for getting me out of the house, I have to tell you, it's not very compelling," he croaked, lowering himself once more.

She smiled, shaking her head. "You're an idiot."

"Your idiot," he mumbled to her clavicle, before kissing her one final time and moving off the bed, and out the door.

The minute Donna heard the front door close, she shot out from under the covers and over to the closet. Kneeling down, she retrieved a large box she had hidden there the night before. One of the perks of never spending any more time at her place, she could use it to stash items she didn't want Harvey to find. This particular package had been burning a hole in her floor since Monday, but she hadn't been able to move it until the brief window of opportunity yesterday when Harvey had gone to lunch with an old high school friend they had run into last week.

Having already checked its contents, she brought it to the center of the room and began to remove everything from the bed. Pillows, comforter, even the colossal mattress had to go in order for her to properly arrange her newly purchased set of restraints.

Four shackles were tethered together with long chains to be positioned underneath the mattress. Whoever was on top would be keeping the device in place with their own body weight.

It was the perfect solution for Donna's plan. For weeks, she had been researching bondage, watching videos, looking at photos, but it was hard to imagine what Harvey liked best. He was a man who enjoyed being in control and relinquishing even a small part would be a hurdle. But she had won the wager fair and square, and he himself had mentioned their deal over dinner recently, so it was definitely something he was open to. This would be her way of going about it. And if he hated it, well—she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

A nervous tingle fluttered in her belly. She had never done anything like this before. Besides a blindfold, her kink had mostly been toys, never shackles. But ever since his proposition, she had warmed to the idea, and if tonight was any success, she might allow him to use those chains on her.

She had just finished making the bed—the ankle restraints hidden by the comforter and the handcuffs tucked under the pillows—when Harvey walked back in, sweaty and flushed. Her heartbeat increased, but she told herself to wait a little while longer. So, she quickly changed into a mint-colored, lacy negligee and waited from him to finish his shower.

A few minutes later, Harvey materialized from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his well-defined waist and hair still damp. If she wasn't aroused before, she surely was now, feeling heat pool between her legs as she got up to meet him halfway until they were mere inches apart and she could no longer hide her grin.

"What's going on?" he asked, palms finding her hips and drawing her in. "What are you up to?"

Donna draped her arms around his neck. "Remember that bet you lost?"

He nodded and hummed, "I do."

Trailing a finger over his sternum, she rasped, "I thought I would collect."

His eyes smiled before his mouth did. "Yeah? You gonna tie me up?" There was a hint of disbelief in his tone. Or was that apprehension?

"I am." A burst of jitters rippled underneath her skin. They were definitely doing this.

His lips covered her mouth in a possessive kiss as he moved them to the bed. The towel was gone in a flash and Donna relished in the fact he was already growing hard.

"Lay down," she commanded, seizing control and watching how Harvey followed her order with a grin plastered on his face. "No. More to the middle," she corrected.

Watchful eyes tracked her every move as he obeyed and once he landed where she wanted him, she crawled on top of his body, straddling him and finding his lips with her own for a temporary break in the tension she felt coursing through her veins.

Pulling apart, she inhaled a rush of oxygen to clear her mind, before she leaned over and reached under the pillow to reveal a handcuff.

Surprise hit Harvey's features, eyeing the object with both a nervous and eager stare while Donna fidgeted with the leather strap.

While he still had the use of one free hand, he let it slip under her gown until he found her breast and pinched her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Unfortunately for him, Donna guided his wrist to handcuff number two and quickly tied the restraint.

Sitting back and gently rubbing over his thick arousal with the lace of her underwear, she looked at her accomplishment. Harvey's muscles strained under his skin, exposed as he was to her mercy.

Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.

Lowering her face, she kissed him again and for the first time ever, his hands weren't all over her. It was a strange sensation and something she already missed. But this experience wasn't just about her. She would make it her mission to douse him in as much pleasure as she possibly could.

Leaving his lips, she moved lower. Down between the ridges of his pecs, licking softly at his nipples and further south still until she came to his erection. Meeting his sinful stare, she drew him in her mouth and the sound of rattling chains filled the bedroom as Harvey arched off the mattress. Or tried to.

It was impossible to deny how much she was enjoying the sight before her—the all-powerful Harvey Specter tied up and defenseless—and she ordered herself to drag this experience out for as long as possible, unsure if she would ever be given the opportunity again.

She released his erection and moved down his legs to bind his ankles.

Harvey didn't say a word, but like a hawk tracked her motions, silently.

"You okay," she asked softly once each limb was secured, resuming her position over his thighs and gently stroking his hot length while rocking her own hips in the process.

"Fuck!" His eyes rolled back into his head before he gathered himself enough to answer. "Yes."

"Good." She released him and gave her own breasts a gentle squeeze, knowing how much he was enjoying the show. Lazily, she pulled the silk garment over her head and dropped it to the floor.

If his eyes were dark before, they were pitch black now.

"You like what you see?" she drawled, running her fingers through her hair and fanning out the auburn manes until they fell over her shoulders, onto her chest.

He must have forgotten the cuffs, because his arms reached forward, only to be arrested midway, and he cursed, gritting his teeth. "You're so goddamn beautiful."

"Hmm. Good answer. Now, take a good look," she suggested, once again toying with his rigid arousal for a few strokes, before she climbed down and pulled a box from under the bed. What she needed was on top and she grabbed the blindfold with trembling fingers. "Close your eyes for me," she demanded warily.

Perhaps this was a bridge too far and the seconds he made her wait caused her heart to pound even faster. When Harvey eventually followed her command, she proceeded to wrap the luxurious eye mask around his head.

•••

Suddenly Harvey's world fell into darkness, but he found he could still blink, the cups over his eyes allowing nothing else. As his sight was disabled, his other senses immediately and instinctively heightened to new levels.

The mattress was moving wildly and out of nowhere, the sweet scent of her arousal tingled his nose—her distinct perfume amplified to a deep, glorious aroma he could easily get addicted to.

Her knees came to rest over his shoulders and he didn't need any instruction to cover her core with his mouth.

Having spent endless hours with his face buried between her legs, Harvey knew her flesh like the back of his hand. So, it was no surprise her honeyed clit throbbed against his tongue as Donna started rocking her hips, writhing against his lips, chasing her impending orgasm.

Desperate fingers ran through his hair and grabbed a handful as she neared her climax. In the throes of passion, she pulled hard. The pain turned into pleasure the minute she came, because the expletive shouted into the room had never felt more rewarding.

The mattress dipped again and she moved off his face, but her lips were on his before he could brace himself for whatever she had planned next, kissing away her essence lingering on his mouth. Her tongue danced with his in a push and pull he never wanted to end.

The strands of hair grazing over his chest, and more importantly his nipples, caused a friction he had never experienced before. With no way to see what was going on, his entire body became a thousand times more sensitive, igniting a new fire to be inside her. However, when—or if—that was happening wasn't up to him. The realization hit him like a freight train and he fought against the cuffs keeping him in place as he drowned in her kiss until her lips left his mouth and started a descent down his burning skin, her locks trailing the path of abandoned kisses on the road to his straining erection.

But she never reached it. Instead, he felt her climb off the bed and rummage through the same box she had retrieved the blindfold from. The sounds were difficult to make out and his body tensed up as he waited with bated breath.

A moment later the mattress between his legs dipped again and her palms landed on his thighs, nails digging into his skin, followed by her long hair grazing him like a feather, until he knew her face had to be close to his arousal. But her hands didn't move, and he had to keep himself from writhing anxiously.

The wait terrified and thrilled him.

A second later, fire brushed the aching tip of his erection and he jolted off the bed on a hiss, clenching his jaw until the sensation subsided. Something scorching yet cold had touched him and whatever it was felt wet, starting a path of moisture in its wake.

Ice cube. Had to be.

The grunts were frequent and involuntary as they rumbled in his throat on each upward stroke as Donna blazed a hot trail up and down his length before crawling up his body—the frosty object never once leaving his surface. She teased his nipple with icy lips and the mix of pleasure and pain drove him wild, transporting him to realms unknown. Never before had he imagined to be this sensitive to her touch, but if she kept this up, he'd be over and done with in a minute or two.

"Fuck, Donna," he groaned, grabbing the chain of his handcuff to brace himself as she played with him, tormenting, teasing.

She must have taken it as approval because her mouth was now back near the line of hairs above his crotch and moving slowly further south until she stroked his tender erection again and Harvey launched off the bed. The excitement was too much to bear, yet completely addictive. Especially as Donna moved the ice down his arousal until it touched his balls.

The desire to climax intensified, although he never wanted this to stop. And when she took him into her mouth, ice cube at the back of her throat, he thought he'd come right there and then.

He imagined her head as it bobbed up and down in deliberate, mind-numbing movements, missing the sight even though the feeling she provided echoed deep in his soul.

Squeezing his eyes shut until he saw stars, he fought a release with everything he had—which wasn't much to begin with and depleting by the second.

"Donna, stop," he panted, his voice hoarse from the dryness in his mouth. "I won't last," he added, opening his eyes, and being met by darkness. Fuck.

Immediately, all motion stopped and she traveled to his ear and breathed, "I'll make you."

Her voice ricocheted through his defiance and Harvey could only grunt in response, her soft demand nearly toppling him over the edge. The idea she was enjoying this, turned him on even further and he promised himself he would get payback. Soon.

The mattress rose as he was deprived of her touch, which was replaced with a flicker of loneliness that blindsided him, so with his remaining senses he tuned into the rustling noises she made a million miles away beside the bed.

Relief befell him once she straddled him again, her naked wetness sliding over his abdomen as she bent down, taking with it the solitary feeling she had caused a moment before. Cold lips met his and he let her kiss him until the throbbing between his legs diminished. Everything was definitely still on fire, but instead of the entire building being ablaze, the smoldering flames needed oxygen to rise again.

A warm hand palmed his arousal and pumped him in slow strokes before Donna guided him to her entrance and sank down over him, swallowing him whole.

The depth he hit and the fact he couldn't move his arms to hold her, guide her, flip her over and fuck her hard, were driving him slowly insane.

•••

Her head fell back as Donna absorbed his size, moaning softly when she massaged her own breasts. Already wet as water, he had slid right in and she knew bending forward slightly and moving her hips backward would make him hit— "Ahhh," she whimpered, rocking her pelvis around at a painfully slow pace.

After her first orgasm, she had been too preoccupied with pleasuring Harvey to think about another climax, but now that he was pinned underneath her with nowhere to go, it was time to relish the position she was in.

Glancing down at his frame—his darker skin in sharp contrast to her own complexion, his pecs and abs contorting with every movement, Harvey Specter reduced to being her own personal toy—she knew she wouldn't last long.

Especially when Harvey picked up the pace.

Sounds of slick body parts clashing filled the air as his hips bucked upwards at an increasingly fast rhythm, taking over control the only way he knew how.

Donna let him, feeling her walls clenching from his size assaulting her tight center, signaling another release. "Fuck, Harvey, I'm gonna come," she cried, holding on to his chest for balance, absorbing his thrusts the best she could.

His moans betrayed him and for the second time that afternoon she let go, her whole being exploding into a million pieces until she floated above the heavens. Only Harvey's loud groan brought her back into the room as he released inside of her warmth, his body vibrating from head to toes in a way she had never witnessed before. Keeping in position, the little aftershocks coming from him reverberated into her until she finally collapsed on his chest.

Eventually their breathing returned to normal and Donna removed his blindfold carefully, completely unaware she would find him staring at her, wide eyed. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, except for fear there was something primal lurking behind his simmering gaze—the heat so intense she felt as if hit with a blowtorch.

"You okay?" she asked, lips moving to brush over his.

In an attempt to give him room to answer, she started pulling back, but his mouth remained glued to hers, until he could no longer reach and they broke apart.

Stunned at how much she had enjoyed being in charge this way, she secretly hoped to be able to do it more often. And if he hadn't been into it, she would try until he would. As if he would let her without reversing their roles. No chance in hell. Dammit. What if she was not ready to switch positions just yet?

Before she could start a pros and cons list for submission, his jagged voice pierced through her moment of unease.

"Untie me," he demanded, his stare unwavering.

The look unsettled her, no hint of joy to be found in the afterglow of their lovemaking which normally was a bubble of bliss. So, she lifted herself off his body, resting on her side next to him, needing him to confirm it had been good for him, too.

As their current situation dictated, she was still in charge and she would get her answer one way or the other. With a finger, she trailed a path up and down his torso while scanning his face.

When he remained impossible to read, she smirked, "Maybe."

"Donna," he growled, and she conceded, knowing that prolonging his torture would not have the desired result.

With a huff, she climbed off and started undoing his feet, before moving to one side of the bed and loosening the cuff on his wrist, feeling his eyes glued to her movements. She hadn't even made it to the other side when Harvey was already halfway through releasing the strap imprisoning him. By the time she got to him, he dragged her down and under his body.

His kiss was rough and demanding, his weight expelling every last bit of oxygen left in her lungs. He didn't seem to care as he devoured her, tongues dueling, teeth biting. Eventually, his own need for air caused him to break their connection.

Those eyes were still black as night as he gazed down at her.

"I'm guessing you liked that," she smiled.

He replied with another kiss, like he had lost his ability for speech. "Yeah," he finally muttered. "I liked that."

The lack of amusement in his statement ignited a fire in her core as his hips writhed against her pelvis, clearly recuperated and ready for round two as he took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them down above her head, illustrating her time of being in command had definitely passed.

Well, hell. If getting tied up herself meant she would get to do this to him more often, perhaps she could overcome her reluctance and relinquish all control for once. Perhaps.

A/N: Big thanks to Cassie (Follow-ur-Shadow), Elle (mieh) and Nina (saci) for their feedback! Please let me know what you think. I already have some ideas for Chapter 3 so stayed tuned.