(song for this scene Mr Probz - Space for two)

It was as hot as Hades, at least that's how Mac felt as she lay panting on her boyfriend Dick Casablancas' bed wearing the blindfold as he trailed an ice cube over her flushed skin. He knew what she wanted… but she would have to plead with him a little bit more before he gave it to her.

"Please… please… please…" she begged as she tugged on the handcuffs holding her hands above her head and writhed against the delicious sensations the vibrating panties he'd made her wear as soon as they'd gotten to his apartment in the Neptune Grand Hotel.

The RA for the McKinley female dorm room had 'requested' that he return to his own accommodation's after several noise complaints around 7pm. Over-caffeinated Pre-med students tended to get cranky when you interrupted their cram sessions.

Still too shaken from the recent murder of their former classmate Weevil Navarro to spend the night alone, he had lured her over to his apartment with the promise of dinner and a high speed internet connection… what she had gotten was a quick snack and hauled off back to the nearest bed to continue their sex session in his fortress of privacy. His roommate Logan Echolls was still in Catalan Island with the rest of her friends, so they had the place entirely to themselves, their little Hearst Nancy Drew Gang would be dealing with the murder mystery when they returned. He didn't reply to her pleading but she knew even without looking that an arrogant smirk would be showing on that beautiful angelic face of his shadowed with stubble. He wasn't his usual clean shaven party boy self and the feel of his unkempt whiskers brushing against her neck as he kissed her made her body tremble beneath his touch.

He wasn't going to stop teasing her until he had been satisfied, this new side to him was one that she hadn't expected at all.

"Richard… please… I think I've learned my lesson..." she pleaded, she was so close...

She needed release… she needed to feel him inside her… what had happened to her pretty words from less than an hour ago that when she had declared that just because she had agreed they were definitely an item that she wouldn't be taking orders from him and doing as she was told?

He had started this particular brand of sensual torment after enduring her little speech during their room service 40 minutes ago, when she had tried to lecture him with the point that although, technically she had agreed that she was His… a person didn't belong to another person and that his assumption that her body was now his to own just because he had called Dibs... that it wasn't possible to control a person like that, before crossing her arms in a gesture of pure defiance. He had wordlesslydisappeared into the master bedrooms bathroom and returned with a pair of handcuffs from God knows where and carried her over his shoulder into his room. Throwing his weight around was never his style… at least it never used to be… but he was going to make a definite point.

A person can't be owned by another person like that… A statement which he flat out rejected and proceeded to prove her wrong. Over and over again…

"Do you, now?" he teased as he adjusted the settings on the remote and intensified the pulsing between her legs. She had tried to deny him, this thing between them with her haughty disregard, and the whole you-mean-nothing-to-me disappearing after their hook-ups, but her body couldn't lie. He could make her beg for mercy, scream his name and have her addicted to his touch.

"Oh God…" she moaned as came apart with wild abandon, her lips parted with a passionate look on her face that blew his mind.

"The only firewalls you have to worry about tonight is the hot ones between your legs currently aching for me…" he told her as he cupped her breasts and took her nipple greedily into his mouth. "You're mine… and I'm not sharing you with anyone…"

"Oh… only you… only ever you…" she promised as she felt his teeth teasing the sensitive bud of her swollen breasts.

How did he always manage to send her over the edge like this?

All those weeks before of their illicit little hook-ups in the computer processor room and in the back of his car between classes, she had never imagined that he had such power to make her feel so completely unhinged just by touching her. He was a perfect sun-kissed specimen, several girls in her homeroom class had outright stalked him during his sophomore and junior years when he had been on the Neptune High swim team. Obviously being a warm-blooded female she had checked him out too, she'd always felt guilty about it because she had been dating his younger brother on and off for the better part of their Junior and Senior year, but there had been no denying the differences, the elder Casablancas brother had been an entirely different breed altogether. He wasn't like his gangly, juvenile, geekish younger sibling. He was a man. Bigger, Brawny. A man in peak physical condition.. probably the best shape he would ever be in his life… and right now he was hard and eager… demanding her complete surrender like her body was his personal carnal responsibility to conquer.

She felt the absence of his hot mouth against her and immediately mourned the loss, feeling his hands on the waistband of the white cotton panties as he pulled them down, hearing the distinct ripping of a condom packet before she felt his body against her, skin to skin, his thigh parted her legs, his throbbing erection poised at her wet sensitive opening.

"Hmmm… I can't decide if I want to take the blindfold off… or just keep it on you while we try out some of the new toys I have…" he murmured against her ear. Her breath caught in her throat, both a little anxious but excited at the thought of being completely at his mercy.

What could he possibly have planned for her?

"Decisions… decisions…" he taunted as he inched himself slowly as he crowned her entrance and she gasped, her warm heat clenching around him eagerly. He slipped an elbow behind her knees and lifted her legs as he pushed himself in deeper. He captured her lips and she kissed him back hungrily, the need to touch more of him was unbearable.

How on earth had she ended up in this position? Lost to the passions of her body and the whims of the man whose child she was carrying? Six more days until the blood test... six more days before I have to tell him...

Dick looked down at the dark haired beauty beneath him, there had been countless other women in his life but there was something about this fresh-faced loveliness that made him want to keep on looking at her, drinking her in until his tortured body drown in lust. He groaned as he gripped her pert backside and thrust himself in even faster, harder. She was so responsive to him after their kinky little warm up, he grinned to himself at what a good idea it had turned out to be when he had invested some of his trust fund in his frat brothers new business, Sinsation, he had been given a bag of their best selling products as samples that had come in very handy.

Basically, the woman beneath him drove him crazy. She snapped that cool restraint and overall indifference he tried to throw at life. He was a 'when life throws you lemons… get the tequila kind of guy' but with her… she turned him into a raging inferno, a complete Dicktator. Her grey eyes had the power to turn his blood-pumping with every little hair flip and eye roll… and don't even get him started when she began all that intelligent babble. He felt her body shaking again, she was close… if he let her try to stand up just now her legs would wobble unsteadily, the thought made him grin… if she couldn't stand up… she couldn't walk out of his bedroom…

"Mine…" he told her as he fucked her enthusiastically. She twitched around his cock and he dipped his head to her throat, his lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck down to the delectable hollow just before her collarbone, then he returned to her mouth, kissing her so masterfully she felt dizzy.

The man was going to ruin her…

They were playing a game, right? She had started it… she'd goaded him, she'd been testing him… to see how far this newfound possessiveness went. Gasping, she opened her eyes as the blindfold was pulled away and she looked up at his flushed face, her chest heaving against his broad chest, a satisfied look on his face as she plummeted over the edge and threw her head back as her orgasm erupted through her body like an exploding grenade.

Weak, spent and helpless, she arched her back against the mattress, the motion causing her hips to tilt, taking him in even deeper.

If sex was ever an Olympic Sport… they had to take it off the running list because guys like Dick Casablancas made a mockery of it for everyone else… how could she possibly stand a chance against a guy who could turn her on like this?

Sweat beaded down her body and he watched her face intently, an eyebrow raised in expectation in an I'm Waiting gesture.

"Yours" she nodded finally, her lower body still pinned beneath him as he place his hands on her hips in a shameless display of claiming it as he grind slowly against her pelvis, teasing her clit.

"You accept this now?" he asked again, towering above her in all his glorious nakedness, he looked so meltingly, groaningly sexy.

"That you are every woman's fantasy?" she moaned in appreciation as he continued his leisurely thrusts.

He was bound to her now in a way that frightened her… would he accept her once she finally confessed?

"Uh-uh.. not good enough… I'm afraid I have got to hear you say it" he said as he picked up an ice cube and trailed it down along her stomach. He revelled in her dishevelled, sweaty quivering mass, tangled in the sheets beneath him, he loved that he could do this do her. She was all his. Despite the casualness of his voice, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. He had won. He may have come across as a typical fraternity millionaire playboy, but he was a ruthless son of a bitch when he wanted something.

When he had first enrolled at Hearst… he had told himself that She was off-limits. Completely, totally off-limits. The last 6 months when his dad had abandoned his family… then tragedy struck with his homicidal teenage brothers suicide… She had been his little brothers girlfriend… he'd been a total asshole to her in High School… he was trying to make a fresh start… to become a better person… He had burned so many bridges… There had been no question about it: Mac 'Cindy' MacKenzie was Off. Limits. He was supposed to be mad at her, but all he felt was the pulsing heat of desire. He should stay away from her. He had needed to stay away from her… but after their first night together.. he hadn't known how to make it stop… He just knew that now… this possessiveness… protectiveness… addiction… whatever it was he was feeling… he'd move heaven and earth to protect her, because he had the blood chilling feeling that if he lost her, his world will come apart.

"I belong with you" she admitted finally, her mind wandering to that tiny scrap of life growing inside her… there had been no doubt in her mind after that second test this morning. She could already feel the changes in her body. He smiled and with a few final series of punishing deep penetrative thrusts she felt him shudder, buck and then spasm inside her. "Are you going to let me out now?" she panted, gesturing to the cuffs.

"I can assure you Cindy baby… I am going to do no such thing… I still have a few toys we need to try.." he promised as rubbed the ice cube along her sensitive clitoris.