Okay, I have enabled anonymous reviewers so you don't have to log in. I gather it is a pain. So now there should be no excuses for not letting me know what you think about how things are going with the story. This is a really long post so it should keep you going for a while. I was going to split it in two but I decided to give you the whole lot at once. Enjoy !

Ryan's punishment

Meanwhile back at the penthouse Marissa and Ryan had just entered the bedroom.

"So what happens with this punishment?" Ryan asked smiling with anticipation.

"Well….to start off with, you have to do everything I say. No questions asked." Marissa replied.

"Am I going to like it?" Ryan asked.

"It's supposed to be punishment." Marissa replied but couldn't help smiling as she thought about what she had planned for him. "But, I promise it won't be too bad."

"Maybe I want bad." Ryan said, the atmosphere between them getting hot and heavy.

"I don't think you'll be disappointed." Marissa commented shaking her head. "I just have to get some things first. "Can you take your shirt off and I'll be back in a minute." She asked as she walked into her walk in robe.

"Just my shirt?" Ryan asked somewhat disappointed. He was hoping that he wouldn't need any clothes at all for whatever she had planned.

Marissa smiled. "Yes." She answered. She couldn't wait to see how he would react to her plans. When she returned to the bedroom Ryan was sitting on the side of the bed and had kicked his shoes off as well.

"Who told you to take your shoes off?" Marissa asked.

"Um. I just thought that…" Ryan replied wondering just what she had in mind if he still needed shoes. He couldn't see what she had behind her back.

"Another thing to punish you for." Marissa smiled raising her eyebrows.

"Should I put them back on?" Ryan asked.

"No. But since you don't seem to be able to follow instructions very well, then I think I'll have to restrain you."

Ryan smiled liking the sound of this. "Uh huh. So what do I do?"

"Lie in the middle of the bed and stretch your arms out above your head." Marissa instructed.

Ryan did as he was asked and Marissa pulled two silk scarves from behind her back and used them to tie his wrists to the bed head. Ryan couldn't help but smile wondering just what else was in store for him.

"Now. You just wait right there and I'll be back in a minute." Marissa instructed.

She quickly walked back into the adjoining walk in wardrobe and shed all her clothes and then grabbed another scarf tying it around her waist as a sash. She took two more and tied them together behind her neck and pulled them to cover each breast and then tucked them into the sash tied around her waist. She grabbed another 8 and took each by a corner and tucked them into the waistband she had created and they formed her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She walked back into the bedroom where Ryan was eagerly waiting for her. His face broke into a huge grin as he saw her but it was soon replaced with an audible gasp as she twirled before him. He realised that as she moved the scarves in her 'skirt' would separate and he could see fleeting glimpses of her bare body. But they were so fast. No sooner would he concentrate on two particular scarves separating than that opening would close and another would open. His eyes were flicking continuously trying to see as much as possible. All he wanted to do was pull the scarves away to reveal the beautiful body that he knew was beneath … but his hands were tied. He was starting to feel frustrated already.

"You really play dirty." Ryan said as he struggled with his bindings, smiling as he said it.

"You ain't seen nothing yet buster." Marissa replied. "But I guess I could show you a little more." She smiled. "If you ask nicely." She added.

"Pretty please." Ryan said and then smiled as he watched as she proceeded to slowly remove every second scarf from her skirt until she was left with just one each side, one at the front and one at the back. He could now see strips of bare skin between the scarves and it just made him want her all the more.

Ryan started to buck on the bed wanting to free himself and feel the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Patience." Marissa said as she moved to the bed and started to undo his belt and remove his jeans. She very …very… slowly pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Each movement she made revealing more of her to Ryan's eyes and the frustration of not being able to touch her was killing him. Marissa watched the almost pained look on his face. "We've got a long way to go yet, so I think you should just calm down and pace yourself." She smiled and then gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and leaned forward to blow warm air in to them; the feel of her hot breath exciting him even more. She proceeded to peel off his boxers and they soon joined the jeans discarded on the floor.

Ryan was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but it didn't seem to be working. His erect manhood was standing loud and proud definitely wanting to get in on the game. He writhed around on the bed and Marissa smiled. She picked up one of the discarded scarves and moved to tie up his ankles. "Since you won't be still I'm going to have to tie your legs as well." She used her scarves to tie both his ankles to the end of the bed as well and then moved up to be beside his head. She lent over and Ryan thought she was going to kiss him but she produced a scarf from behind her and proceeded to blindfold him. "And now for the real punishment." She added. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back."

Ryan laid there listening for her. Never had he felt like his. He didn't think he liked it, but at the same time he knew that all his senses were working overtime. Lying there naked, restrained, aroused and in total darkness … it was a very strange experience. He was used to being in control of everything and at this very moment he felt like he was in control of nothing.

Marissa returned and he could hear her moving around the room and he wondered what would happen to him next. He jumped, as without warning he felt something soft moving down his body starting at his neck and then moving lower….and lower…. It almost tickled it was so gentle. Marissa was using a silk scarf to touch him with.

She loved the way his whole body was responding and she still hadn't actually touched him yet. Next she picked up a soft cashmere shawl and used it to trace patterns over and around his torso. She could see Ryan's body responding to every touch and he squirmed as he felt the soft fabric upon him. When that was finished, Ryan sat waiting for what would come next; the anticipation heightening all of his nerve endings. He jerked as the cold from an ice cube was moved over his body starting at his shoulder and moving down…down. But what was his absolute undoing was that immediately behind the ice cube came Marissa's tongue licking up the moisture and tasting him. She rubbed the ice over his nipples and then replaced it with her warm mouth. Sucking and nipping at them. Ryan had no idea that his nipples could actually cause the sort of reactions elsewhere in his body that they were. He felt that they had a direct connection to his groin. The cold of the ice followed by the warmth of her mouth was his complete undoing. He could feel himself getting closer and closer. Ryan pulled against his restraints and wondered how much more he would be able to take.

Marissa replaced the ice cube with a new one and then moved lower and started her ministrations on his thighs. Running the ice in small circles up the inside of his thighs and following it with her mouth as she removed the moisture that the melting ice cube left behind. Next, she moved to his balls and Ryan could feel them start to tighten as she worked her magnificent torture.

Not being able to see or do anything just meant that every time she touched him the feelings she invoked were massively intensified. Ryan knew he was ready to explode. He was starting to worry that for the first time in his life he would not be able to control himself. He thought that he was likely to come all over himself. "Ris…. I…" he panted trying to maintain control but knowing it was almost a lost cause "I can't … hold on … much ...longer" he started knowing he was almost passed the point of no return.

Marissa used the ice to cool him down, running it over his throbbing manhood and then just as Ryan was wishing, dreading, praying for, expecting … to feel the warmth of her mouth upon him Marissa quickly moved on to the bed and instead of using her mouth, she lowered herself on to him, feeling him push into her hot moist core. Ryan groaned as her vagina encompassed him and he used his hips to push into her as far as he possibly could. His whole body went in to sensory overload as he felt her moist hotness encompass him. She moved upon him and rode him until he cried out in ecstasy as he exploded within her … his body shuddering over and over, until totally spent and his exhausted body gave up.

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Next morning Ryan was running late for work. As he waited for the lift doors to open on his floor he wondered just what would be waiting for him. What would Annabel be wearing and just how would she behave now that she knew that Ryan and Marissa were together. The doors opened and he stepped out and she was siting behind her desk with no large amounts of flesh exposed so he thought so far so good. She looked up and smiled at him and it was obvious that she was in a good mood. A very good mood in fact. She was basically glowing. Ryan smiled wondering just exactly what happened between her and Skip after they had left.

"Good morning Annabel." Ryan greeted her in his usual way.

"It's a very good morning, Ryan. Thank you for a lovely evening last night. I don't remember enjoying myself so much in a long time." She commented.

Ryan didn't know quite what to make of her remarks. Were they at the same dinner party he started to wonder? "Uh huh." He muttered and made his way to his office. He knew he would never understand her.

"You're coffee will be a few minutes, I just put it on." She commented as he made his way into his office.

"Okay. Thanks." Ryan replied.

He sat down and started trying to go through the morning mail having trouble thinking about anything but Marissa and what she had done to him last night. He had never before felt the way he did last night. He thought his senses were still on high alert. Everything seemed fresher, newer, brighter. And it was all because of Marissa. Just sitting there and thinking about her and their 'activites' of the previous evening he could feel a stirring in his groin. He tried to rid himself of the thoughts of her, knowing that he wouldn't get to see her until the evening. If he kept torturing himself with images of what she had put him through he was likely to have a hard on for the entire day.

Annabel came in with his coffee and placed it on his desk. She was wearing a knee length business skirt with just a small split up the back and he smiled thinking that everything seemed to have gone back to normal. "I hope Skip was a gentleman when he dropped you home?" Ryan asked.

Annabel felt the blush start at her toes and quickly rise. "Perfectly." She replied and fled from the office obviously not wanting to continue the conversation.

Ryan decided that he needed to know a bit more about exactly what had happened between the two of them. Perhaps it would explain her demeanour. He picked up the phone and called Skip at work.

"Good Morning, Jet Corp. Trisha speaking." Came the pleasant reply.

"Good morning. It's Ryan Atwood here. I was wondering if you could put me through to Skip Taylor please." Ryan asked.

"I'm sorry Mr Atwood. Skip's called to say he's running a little late this morning. Traffic or something. You could try him on his cell or I could get him to give you a call when he arrives?" Trisha suggested.

"That's fine. I'll try his cell." Ryan replied wondering just why the traffic would be a problem when Skip lived only 5 minutes from the airport. He smiled. Maybe he was coming from the other side of the city near Annabel's apartment. That may explain Annabel's haste in leaving his office and also the smile she had plastered all over her face. He dialled again trying his Skip's cell this time.

Skip looked at the display on his phone and smiled. He was expecting this call; he had just thought he might have had a little more time to prepare for it.

"Hey Atwood, how's it hanging?" Skip asked hoping to put Ryan on the back foot.

Ryan smiled thinking if only Skip knew that it wasn't hanging at all, in fact after day dreaming about Marissa and their night together it was still relatively stiff but he didn't think that Skip needed to share in that fact.

"I'm actually more interested in what you've done with Annabel?" Ryan asked.

Skip was all of a sudden concerned. "What isn't she there? I dropped her off a short time..." Skip was interrupted by Ryan's laughter on the other end of the line. "…ago." Skip finished realising that he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

"So you did spend the night?" Ryan asked. There was a moment of silence from the other end and then Ryan added. "You don't need to answer; it's obvious from the glow surrounding my secretary that she has been ….." Ryan searched for the right word.

"What?" Skip asked waiting to see what Ryan would say.

"...enjoying herself?" Ryan finished. "Would you disagree?" he asked.

"I can't say I would." Skip admitted.

"And how about you? Did you enjoy yourself too?" Ryan persisted wanting to know more.

"I have to admit I did." Skip answered.

"So we had a little sleepover did we?" Ryan teased.

Skip smiled. He might as well get this over and done with because he knew that Ryan would not leave him alone until he knew the lot. "There was nothing little about it and thinking back, not much sleep either." Skip replied and then thought he would rub it in. "And I'd just like to add that's it's too late to change your mind. It's your fault if you passed on the sex kitten. She's mine now."

Ryan smiled thinking he was sure he would win if they started comparing sex kitten stories but he thought better of it. "I'm happy for you. You know," Ryan hesitated, "that you got on" he smiled "…..and off from the sounds of things."

Skip laughed. "Yeah. I…I mean we definitely got on." he replied, thinking that they had actually taken it in turns of who was on whom.

"So are you seeing her again?" Ryan asked "or was this a one night stand?"

"No. I'll be seeing her again. If for no other reason than to replace the box of condoms we used." Skip smiled.

Ryan laughed again. "Smooth Skip. You didn't even take your own. You needed her to supply them?" Ryan questioned.

"Hey. It was a blind date at a private dinner party. How was I to know that things would turn out as they did?" He reasoned in his defence. "I mean, I thought at best that if I liked her I might get her number and arrange to see her again. I didn't know she would turn out to be hot … and horny as well."

"So you're telling me it was all her fault. Sure…I believe you. Remember I've partied with you. I know what you're like." Ryan teased.

"Ryan you have no idea. Hell, you wouldn't believe what went on in the car on the way home. I barely can and I was there. I mean you know how she had nothing on underneath that dress well she…" he hesitated thinking better of going in to details. "I mean … I just…I've never."

Ryan laughed. "You're telling me you did it in the car? That's very teenage of you."

"No. We didn't. I didn't have any condoms but if I had well then….she … and then … I just hadn't imagined that we would spend the night…" he didn't know quite how to finish.

"Horizontal?" Ryan finished for him.

"Not just horizontal my man. I assure you we found ……actually I don't think I want to go into this with you. It may have been fun when we were talking one night stands but I'm hoping this may become something more, so I might just keep it to myself." Skip replied.

Ryan was surprised; Skip was usually very keen to brag about his exploits. "Well good for you man. I hope this is the beginning of a long and happy relationship ...in more ways than one."

"Why? Because then you know that then she won't be causing any more problems between you and Marissa?" Skip asked.

"Well there is that. But also if it keeps her glowing like she is now, then it can only be good."

"Oh… It's good" Skip assured him.

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After talking to Skip, Ryan tried again to get some work done but nothing he seemed to do would hold his attention for more than a few minutes. He persevered until about 11 and then knew that it was a waste of time even being there. His mind kept going back to Marissa and he decided that he would go to the studio and have lunch with her and then maybe after having spent some time with her, he would be able to concentrate on something this afternoon.

He called her and left a message on her cell to let her know he would be coming to make sure she wouldn't go out with Summer before he got there.

As he made his way to the lift he stopped by Annabel's desk to let her know when he expected to return, only to find her day dreaming, while she looked at a beautiful bunch of roses that were sitting on her desk.

"Don't tell me I've forgotten your birthday?" Ryan asked knowing full well it wasn't for a couple of months.

"No." she replied feeling the pink blush start. "There just from a friend."

"Anyone I know?" Ryan asked, knowing full well that Skip had obviously sent them.

"Maybe." She replied softly, smiling at him as she realised that he knew exactly where they had come from.

"That's good. Because if you were two timing my buddy, I would have had to tell him and then he would have been heart broken." Ryan added and walked to the lift as he noticed the smile on her face grow wider.

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He picked up a pizza on the way and then drove to the studio. After parking his car, he entered the office to borrow a golf cart and J.B. walked out of his office.

"Ryan. I didn't know you were dropping by? Have we got problems that no one's informed me of?" J.B. asked.

"No. Nothing like that. I just thought I'd drop by and have lunch with Marissa. I promise I won't keep her from her work for too long, I've even brought it with me just to make sure." Ryan replied holding up the pizza box in his hand.

"So things between you two are going well?" J.B. asked. "She's looking after you?"

"Yeah. You could say that." Ryan smiled wondering just what J.B. would say if he knew just how she looked after him last night.

"Have you decided yet when you're available for dinner? Besides the fact that I owe you one, I'd like to talk to Marissa about what her plans are for when this film is finished. You know I've seen the rushes and she's very good. We'd be interested in working with her again." J.B. added.

Ryan didn't respond but he smiled thinking that this could be just what they needed to make sure that she didn't have to return to Europe. He had been hoping that she would just give up work and be a 'kept' woman but she seemed to have different ideas. She was much more independent than she had been 7 years ago. He admired her for it but it still concerned him that she had so many ties back in Europe that she may want to return to at some point in time.

"I believe someone has already mentioned it to her but she wouldn't commit herself. I was hoping that you may have some influence over her and could get her to stay in LA. I'm sure you don't want her to return to Europe." J.B. added.

"No. You're right there." Ryan commented. "But she is a woman with a mind of her own. I think you'd be better off talking to her yourself."

"Surely, your persuasive powers would be better than mine?" J.B. laughed thinking to himself at least as far as getting her in to bed. He knew the effect Ryan had on all the women at the studio and he doubted that Marissa would be any different.

"Just set up the dinner and you can see how you go. All I can say is that I will definitely be on your side." Ryan added.

"Okay. I guess that's a start. So how about this weekend coming up?" J.B. asked.

"Sorry we're off to Miami for a birthday party." Ryan replied.

"Jet setting hey? Sounds very flash. Someone special?"

Ryan smiled. "Yeah. The Nana's, I mean my Nana is turning 70. So I think that's pretty special."

"Not exactly the answer I was expecting" J.B. laughed "But you're right it is special. And I'm sure you'll have fun. Especially if you're together. Hey." J.B. teased Ryan and nudged him with his elbow.

"Okay so I've put up with enough of this. I'm going. Maybe we can catch up next weekend?" Ryan suggested.

"Okay. Saturday night. I book at Aldo's for 8. See you there." J.B. said and turned to Sarah at the front desk. "Sarah, can you make the reservation for me please. Tell them I want the best table in the house." He added.

"Thanks J.B. I'll see you then." Ryan answered.

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Marissa had just broken for lunch and made her way into her dressing room. She went to pick up her phone intending to call Summer and see if she had time to join her for something to eat when she noticed that she had a message. Connecting to her voicemail she smiled as Ryan's voice came on the line.

"Riss. It's me. Just wanted to let you know that I've decided to come and have lunch with you. I'll pick up a pizza on the way so we don't have to go out. Just make sure you don't take off with Summer before I get there. And……" Marissa listened wondering what the rest of the message was and why Ryan seemed to have hesitated for so long. " yeah, um Riss…..this is a booty call. Love you, See you soon."

Marissa's face broke into a huge grin. That boy really had it bad. But if truth be known she couldn't wait to see him either. She called Summer just to make sure that she didn't come looking for her when she was 'lunching' with Ryan.

Summer looked at her cell as it started to ring and then picked it up. "Hey Coop. Ready for lunch?"

"Um. If it's okay with you Summ, I'm going to take a rain check." Marissa answered.

"But why? You have to eat. There's not much of you as it is." Summer suggested.

"I'm going to eat. It's just that Ryan is going to drop by, so I thought…" she felt a bit bad letting her friend down.

"Eating Ryan doesn't count as food you know?" Summer stated.

Marissa felt herself blush. "Summ. Who said anything about…." Marissa started but then couldn't finish. She knew very well that what Summer was suggesting could very well be starters or dessert gauging by Ryan's message. She stopped what she had been about to say and added. "He's bringing pizza." At least that much she knew was true.

"Enough for 3?" Summer asked teasing Marissa.

"No. Definitely only enough for 2. Sorry. I'll see you later." Marissa hung up and then cleared the scripts off the circular conference table in the corner so that they could put the pizza there. She looked around the room wondering just what Ryan had in mind and took her costume off to make sure it didn't get crushed and put on a silk wrap dressing gown over her underwear. She thought for a moment and then decided to rid herself of the underwear. She had a feeling she wouldn't be needing it.