Thanks for all the great reviews, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I guess even when writing crackfic I'm not as wacky as I can be... unless you count the story I wrote that's a crossover with How I Met Your Mother. That'll be posted here after the challenge is finished, in a little over a week. Thanks again, and here's some more of the current story.

Sunday morning

The sun was shining through the window brightly. Too brightly. Tony moaned and tried to throw his arm over his eyes, only to find that he was handcuffed to the bedframe. He cracked an eye open and looked around.

He was in a large bedroom, furnished with what appeared to be antiques. Looking up, he found, to his horror, he was lying on a large canopy bed. Pushing down the tendrils of fear that grew from long suppressed memories, he tentatively tested the chains that tethered him in place. They were secured tightly, with no give for maneuvering.

He hadn't really believed that Jeanne would order the bodyguards to rough him up, but it seemed there was a lot to the woman that he hadn't seen. He had spent the relationship coddling her and giving in to her every whim, not wanting to risk her dumping him and blowing his operation, so he had never seen her truly angry. Petulant, pouty, demanding, yes, but never as furious as she was last night.

"Hell hath no fury," he muttered to himself, mentally cataloging all his aches and pains, trying to determine how much damage the two goons had inflicted upon him. They knew what they were doing, that was certain. He figured he had a few cracked, if not broken, ribs and some internal bruising. His face felt as if it was one huge, throbbing mess, but a quick check with his tongue showed he still had all his teeth. The fact that he was having difficulty breathing through his nose meant it was probably broken.

"Great," he said to himself. "Now what?"

As if in answer, the door opened and Jeanne breezed in, dressed in a yellow sundress and looking as fresh as a daisy.

"Good morning, Tony. How do you feel?" she asked, poking none-too-gently at his nose.

"Ow," he yelped. "Not too good. Thanks for asking."

"Well," Jeanne shrugged, "I am a doctor. Want me to take care of your injuries?"

"I don't know," Tony eyed her suspiciously. "You'll probably just make it worse."

"Probably," Jeanne agreed cheerfully. "I'm still very upset with you, Professor," she said with a small pout, "and since you'll be our guest for awhile, I'll be able to show you just how upset I am."

"This is a whole new side of you I'm seeing, Dr. Benoit," Tony said, shifting uncomfortably but working to keep his tone casual.

"You've always been so sweet and accommodating, Tony," Jeanne replied. "I thought you really loved me," she said accusingly, "and that you were telling the truth about your commitment issues."

"Well, I do have commitment issues," Tony replied, "and if it makes any difference, I did have some very strong feelings for you."

"Did," Jeanne repeated.

"Well, you have to admit," Tony said, "this kind of puts a damper on the whole 'attracted to you' scenario. I'm not really into domination and submission."

Jeanne laughed, "That's what I love about you, Tony. You're funny, handsome, charming; it's too bad you're a liar, too."

Tony winced slightly. "I hate to interrupt this touching conversation, but I really need to go to the bathroom. Do you think you can undo these things, or would you prefer I ruin this expensive-looking comforter?" Tony jiggled the cuffs pointedly.

Jeanne rose from the chair she had been perched on and smoothed her dress. "I'll send the boys in to help you," she said, walking over to the bed and kissing Tony. She patted him on the head and left the room.

"Gee, thanks," Tony said to the empty room.