"I just feel so distracted and unorganized." Claire complained for at least the fifth time that day.

"You know, I can probably help you with that" responded Owen.

"Oh really, are you going to sort through all these reports for me?" she asked sarcastically.

"No. It's a beautiful day out. Why are you worrying about that right now? Can't you work on them tomorrow or something?" He asked. It was after five and Owen had stopped by her office after finishing training for the day with his girls at the raptor pen. He had been hoping to persuade Claire to go enjoy the rest of the day with him.

"If I don't get them done, there will only be more tomorrow" she replied. "God I hate when I can't concentrate and get stressed like this. I need to get this done and I just don't want to do it right now. I'm just spinning my wheels and getting nowhere."

"I have something else you can concentrate on" Owen stated while flashing her his trademark playboy smile. He had a stack of reports sitting on his own desk. The difference between him and Claire was that he didn't care.

"Owen!"

"What, I'm serious. I've been wanting to bring this up to you for a while. "

"What? Sex? Owen, hate to tell you this but we've been doing that for several months now."

"Yeah, and its been great, but.."

"But? There's a but?"

"Claire, I know your job is demanding but sometimes feel like I'm completing for your attention even in the bedroom."

"You're serious. I'm not quitting my job and we can't afford to live on just your salary."

"Ouch, and that's not what I meant."

"Sorry hun, I'm just stressed."

"Ok then, I'm just going to come right out and say it. I want to try some bondage with you."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me."

Claire couldn't help that sudden shift in blood flow straight to her nether regions.

"I've tried some before, it didn't go over well."

"When, with one of your stiff board room exes? They didn't understand you or have the faintest clue how to give you what you need. Claire you give me control and I'll make you lose yours."

Claire stared at Owen. She wasn't ready to admit it to him that even as a preteen she had a thing for tv shows when the bad boy wound up in handcuffs. As a teenager that turned into fantasies involving whatever high school boy she had a crush on. But since she was so straight laced and unapproachable to most guys even then, nothing came to fruition until college. That was followed by a slew of bad boys that eventually all broke her heart. Owen seemed to somehow be different. He was the combination of bad boy that her non logical side craved, with someone who deep down genuinely seemed to be one of the good guys and so far at least, took care of her everyday needs better than anyone ever had. Maybe it was just age that had tempered some of the assholeness, she certainly couldn't call it maturity. Owen could still be a bit of a dick, with regularity. The fact that he was staring at her now and hadn't said anymore brought her back to the moment.

"So how about it?" he enquired.

"Maybe?" she responded tentatively.

"I'll take that as a yes." He stood and kissed her on top of her head and turned to go. "Be at the bungalow at seven thirty. Make sure you've had something to eat and I mean it. We'll start as soon as you arrive. I'm going to go get things ready."

"What? You're leaving?"

"Yeah, I see you soon."

7:58 pm

Claire pulled her white Mercedes into the gravel drive outside the Bungalow. The sun was just beginning its descent over the lake. She had tried very unsuccessfully to go through the pile of reports for another fourty-five minutes or so and then had given up and driven home to her penthouse apartment. She had showered, exfoliated, and shaved, a little more thoroughly than usual.

Owen was in the front porch waiting for her, in jeans, sleeves rolled up exposing tanned, strong forearms. He cut a nice image.

"Bedroom." He said to her.

By this point she knew the way well. Claire had a sudden flashback to their first time together. It had started out as a heated argument outside on the porch, a disagreement over the care of the raptors. In the middle of the agreement, Owen had leaned in and planted one on her. She smacked him and then a split second later responded to the hurt look on his face by kissing it away. What had followed was a sloppy kissed, haphazard groping trip to the very bedroom that she was now walking to with the same man in tow. Her excitement at the memory stilled with the afterthought that it had taken Owen a month, she realized now a very patient month, to convince her that it wasn't a lapse in judgement and that he was here for the long haul. (If you asked Owen, it was a very patient, calculated month of not trying to scare her away more, stipulated with a frequent combination of cold showers and jerking off.)

Claire entered the bedroom and began to strip, tossing her clothes into the nearby chair. She had learned early on that Owen didn't care about lingerie, a sad fact for her considering how much she had amassed over the years. She also knew, however, how irresistible he found her naked and she wasn't above a little seduction of her own.

Owen came up behind her and held her close, speaking softly into her ear "You're late."

"You know I can't get anywhere on time outside of the office" she responded, not at all contrite.

"Since this is your first experience, I won't punish you for it tonight" he said gripping her tighter. "But know that you are owed a punishment."

Claire felt a little shiver at his words.

"Now sit on the bed" he commanded.

Claire didn't know what to say, so she sat and watched her lover. Owen removed his clothes and picked up a cloth tote. From what she could she inside the tote there was a lot of black and a lot of buckles. He stood naked in front of her and buckled a thick black cuff onto each of her wrists. He then attached a thin chain to each wrist and pushed Claire backwards onto the bed. Her squeak of surprise was short lived as he grabbed her around the waist with his other arm and lifted her up the bed to the waiting pillows. He straddled her and pulled her hands over her head, there was a clank of metal on metal as he reached for something between the headboard and mattress. He then sat up, still straddling her and rested his hands on his hips gazing down at her. Claire tried to bring her arms down and found that she couldn't. She wasn't uncomfortable, but she was well and truly stuck.

"You have one job m'lady" he said looking down at her "concentrate on my touch and the sensations it gives you, block everything else out. This should help" and with that he placed a black blindfold from his nightstand over her eyes.

Claire was paying attention to sensation and her sensation was that she didn't have a choice but to give in to Owen's ministrations. Surprisingly that feeling calmed her.

Owen began to lick and kiss down her neck. He reached her breasts, fondling one while his mouth worked the other. He moved down spreading her thighs as he licked and sucked. "Keep these open for me princess" he instructed as he gently smacked the inside of either thigh.

Owen gave her more pleasure going down on her than any other man she had ever been with. But she always had trouble keeping her legs open and often moved him onto other activities when his scruff got to be too much stimulation. Strangely in her current predicament, it was easier to open to him and too relax into his tongue. Once she was able to do that, she got past the point that she usually wanted him to stop and relaxed even more. Claire began to move, thrusting towards his lips and tongue, wanting more, deeper, faster. She was literally screaming in unabashed pleasure. Her orgasm came in a shock wave of pleasure and white light through a haze of deep purple pink black. "O My GOD Owen!" she enunciated, "That was incredible."

"That's what you're supposed to do my dear" He replied up to her as he licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I usually can't let go like that."

Owen smirked. "Not done yet." He crawled up her length and positioned his tip at her entrance. He groaned with satisfaction as he pushed firmly into her glistening folds. Claire's walls spasmed around him, swollen from her orgasm. Owen's first few thrusts of fire quickly faded and she realized she wanted more, hard, hard and fast. Claire pumped back hard against his thrusts. "Wow, you are insatiable."

"Clit, please" she panted.

Owen reached down giving her what she wanted until his own stimulation overtook him and he removed his hand to support his body weight finishing his own orgasm smacking into her. Claire's level of stimulation dropped with the drop of his hand but not enough to stop her own second climax. Owen grabbed a nearby t-shirt to wipe himself up and reached to release her hands. Claire pulled the blindfold from her eyes and lay there, gazing at her lover.

"So?" Owen asked.

"What do you think?" she responded sedately. "I'd like to try that again in the open space of my bedroom at my place but I don't think I could ever face my neighbors again."

"I have ways of taking care of that too" Owen responded.

"Hmm" Claire replied thoughtfully.

Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.