AN: As many requested a second part to the first chapter, I decided to write it. This is definitely rushing headfirst into M-land and I'd just like to say I don't exactly know what I was thinking.

Many thanks to NatesDate for reminding me to ignore the blushing and write... Reviews are my addiction - please feed it. ;-)

"When I asked what you were thinking about during the meeting, I wasn't exactly expecting a demonstration."

Lifting his right hand above his head, Ruth closes the handcuff around his wrist, checking that the metal isn't too tight. Sitting back on her heels, she looks down at him and smiles. "Really? And here I thought the smirk and fingers unbuttoning my blouse meant you were thinking along the same lines I was."

Pulling down on his arms, Harry feels the metal and fur dig into the skin of his wrists and relaxes for the moment, waiting to see where she takes this. "I'm always for getting you naked but somehow I don't think that's what you were thinking about earlier."

"Hmmm. You're wrong; or at least partly." Grabbing the pillow from her side of the bed, she grips his shoulders in one hand and slides it beneath his back, lifting him into a reclining position.

"I'm seeing that. So what were you thinking?" Watching her watch him, he shifts higher on the bed; or at least as much as he can in his bound position. "And while we're at it, just why do you have purple fur handcuffs?"

She's quiet a moment, sitting there wearing only his dress shirt. It's the first time she's ever done this and she knows if it was anyone but Harry, she probably wouldn't have the nerve to do it. But it's Harry. He wants her to explore and experience all the wants and desires she finds within.

Well, to a degree. Were the wants and desires involve her making love to another man; or him making love to another woman for that matter; he'd be against it.

But this; as long as neither get hurt; is alright.

"Gift from a girlfriend in Uni. She thought I needed to find a lover and hold onto him." She smiles at him then as she lifts her hand to the top button. As she slides it through the hole, she continues speaking. "I was just reading the questions and thinking of you."

As the hint of more skin is revealed to him, Harry shifts his eyes to hers and focuses for the moment on their conversation. "And how were you thinking of me?"

"Did you read through the packet she gave us?"

She's slowly undoing the shirt and as she reaches mid-stomach, he finds himself swallowing twice before speaking again. "Yes. Fairly standard questions for a psych eval."

"Really? You didn't find them a bit...strange?"

There's only two buttons holding the white fabric together and he's finding it more difficult to keep his eyes on hers.

"Strange?"

"Uh huh. Like the question about candy. Why does she need to know what our favorite candy is."

She looks down as the last button slips through its hole and the shirt parts. Letting her hands rest on her thighs momentarily, she moves forward until she's kneeling next to him.

"Curiosity." is all he manages.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I see. Do you know what my favorite candy is?"

He's distracted as her hands slowly slide upwards along her thighs and over her knickers. As they reach her stomach, the tips of her fingers just barely brush her skin as her hands part the shirt wider. Gliding along the inside of her breasts, she lets her thumbs brush against her nipples before moving her arms back.

Harry leans forward as her shoulders press back, intending to wrap his lips around the swollen flesh, but his movements are hampered by the cuffs. Sliding his hands upwards, he tries again but finds that he's still a distance from her.

"You never guessed what my favorite candy is." She smiles at him as his shirt slides free from her arms. Moving forward, she pushes against his shoulder until he's lying back against the pillows again. "It's this salted nut roll from Virginia which has a creamy center surrounded by golden caramel and salted peanuts."

She's leaning over him now; nude aside from a pair of purple cotton knickers; and her hands are slowly sliding down the muscle and skin of his chest. Her finger tips slide gently around his nipples, plucking at them as he groans softly.

"And do you know what it tastes like?"

He's incapable of words as he shakes his head no and she smiles. Moving to straddle him, she runs her hands up and down his chest, thumbs continuing to brush along the extended peaks. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue along the pulse of his neck, curving upwards along his chin until her lips are just barely brushing his.

"You." she breathes before kissing his chin.

Running her tongue down the other side of his neck, she traces the indent of his collar bone with her lips before wrapping her mouth around a nipple and sucking. His back arches at the feeling and his eyes fall closed as she places open mouthed kisses across to the other side. Licking his other nipple, she nips it with her teeth before sliding down his body.

Hands sliding along the waist of his boxers, she kisses his stomach. Gripping the material in her hand, she moves down further, dragging them with her until she reaches his feet. Tossing them to the floor, she slowly crawls back up his body; mouth, tongue, and teeth covering every inch of his legs.

Kissing the inside of his thighs, she careful to avoid his growing erection, just brushing against it as she moves up and straddles his stomach again.

Groaning, he pulls on the restraints as he stares at her and the flush that is coloring her pale skin. As she lowers herself against him, he can feel the wetness of her arousal through her knickers. Sliding his feet up, he bends his knees until his penis is resting between his legs and her buttocks.

He's frustrated as she runs her hands along the planes of his chest and stomach, smirking as he growls and tries to pull himself free.

"Problem Harry?"

"No."

"You seem...tense."

"Perfectly fine." he grinds out through clenched teeth.

"So you wouldn't mind if I took a sleep than?"

Hands on his chest, Ruth pushes upwards until she can move off his body. Moving to her side of the bed, she removes her knickers and moves to climb under the sheets.

"Ruth!"

Turning her head to look at him, she smiles and runs her hand along the outside of his leg. "Yes Harry?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Just taking a nap."

"Now?!"

"I'm sorry, was there something else I should be doing?"

"Yes - me!"

Laughing now, she crawls across the bed until she's looking down at him. "I'll let you in on a secret - that wasn't what I was thinking about today."

"Don't care." he says, lifting his head until their mouths are fused together in a searing kiss.

Lips still locked, Ruth shifts herself until she straddling him again, her warm folds brushing against him; teasing him. Rubbing back and forth, she feels his mouth tear away from hers as he sucks in a breath and moans her name.

"I think you should." Kissing his chin, she slides her hand down between them and grips him tightly. Running her hand slowly up and down his length, she feels him arch upwards and lowers herself until his tip is just starting to push into her. As she pushes up with her knees, she runs her hand down his shaft until she's reached the base. "There was this question. What was it?"

His eyes are black as he stares up at her and she can feel his body tauten as she slides her hand back up, thumb brushing the tip.

"Oh that's right, it was I remember riding."

With that, she lowers herself onto him, taking him fully inside, moaning as he stretches her.

Slowly moving on him, Ruth slides her hands along his chest and up his arms, fingers entwining with his as she moves up and down, slowly getting faster and harder with each thrust of her hips. As her breasts brush against his chest, she kisses him; slowly, sensually.

He can tell she's close as her fingers grip his hands tighter. Forehead pressing against his, her inner muscles clench around him and he can feel the warmth of her breath as she gasps above him. Thighs clutching his hips, she lifts herself one last time before pushing herself down onto him.

As her orgasm overcomes her, she's vaguely aware of him thrusting upwards into her one last time before loudly moaning her name. Spent, she falls onto him, both their breathing harsh as they struggle to draw air.

It's a few minutes later as she weakly moves off him to undo the cuffs. As his hands are freed, he briefly rubs each wrist where the metal has bit into them before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him.

Rolling them onto their sides, he draws the duvet over them and kissing her softly, he smiles as they both slip into sleep.