PART II:

"Miles Edgeworth, you take your hands off me right now!" Miles had his sister's arms behind her back and was gripping her wrists. She was fighting him, but he had the advantage as this was all premeditated and he had successfully caught his lover off guard. As far as Franziska had known they had been spending a fairly average evening enjoying one another's company in the rarely used south parlor.

"I said let go of me! Did you hear me, Fool?"

"Quite clearly, darling. You happento be only millimeters from my ear and you are yelling."

"Then do as I say, Fool, or I shall be forced to call the authorities!"

Miles released her arms and shook his head in mock exasperation.

"And how do you intend to do that, my love?" He had anticipated this, of course. "On this phone, perhaps?" He held up her silver cell phone. He had swiped it from her earlier when she hadn't been looking. Seeing that he had stolen her phone confirmed to Franziska her suspicion that her brother's actions were part of some larger plan, a plot to do something sinister to her. She angrily shot forward in an attempt to snatch the phone from him, but instead Miles smacked a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.

"Franziska, I was so hoping I would not be reduced to using such brutal methods to get you to behave, but alas! It appears the servants will need to be given the weekend off."

Franziska stared at her wrists, absolutely flabbergasted. Her brother seemed perfectly sane and he was continuing to talk normally, but he'd just restrained her as if she were some kind of criminal! Only once before had Miles dared to cuff her and that was to prevent her from going to work when she was ill and though she would never admit it she knew quite well his actions had been in her best interest. But now, what was he up to? Franziska felt a sense of foreboding due to the smirk on her brother's face. He appeared to be taking some degree of pleasure in besting her. She sneered.

Miles strutted over to the intercom satisfied that things were proceeding as he had intended, but Franziska enraged by her brother's audacity ran after him, charging at him, first with her head down like an angry bull and then with her foot kicking him in the butt with her stiletto. He let out a little "eep" from the contact just as Helga answered.

"Yes?"

Miles turned and managed to get Franziska into a makeshift headlock.

"Hello, Helga?" Miles voice was strained from his struggles with his lover.

"Unhuh?"

"Franziska and I would like…to give you and the rest…of the staff the next two days off as an impromptu paid vacat-" Franziska's eyes widened with upset. How dare he say she approved such a thing when she so clearly had not!

"I do not!" Franziska shouted in the direction of the intercom as she seriously contemplated the logistics of using her handcuffed hands to choke Miles. She had once prosecuted a case where a police officer had been killed that way. The criminal had gotten his cuffed hands over the officer's head and then used the handcuffs as a noose of sorts. She attempted to recall how long she would have to hold the position to sufficiently cut off his air supply. It was a shame he was so tall. It made it more challenging for her to reach his neck not to mention that Franziska knew in detail how well built Miles Edgeworth was, but clearly it would constitute an act of self-defense since he had attacked her. However, she found the thought of having to hire a defense attorney extremely distasteful.

"Oh, Helga. I apologize apparently my sister and I are not yet entirely in agreement with one another. Hold on one moment."

Edgeworth turned around and Franziska ran into him shoving him into the end table knocking over a lamp. The ceramic lamp fell to the floor and busted, but Miles paid it little mind. He had always considered it to be an ugly lamp anyways. He reached up to loosen his cravat and Franziska leaned over and bit his neck.

"Tsk, tsk sister. You are in no position to play rough." And with that he slung his leg over her back, mounting her like a child playing horsey and pulled his cravat into her mouth like a bridle. He tied it in a knot behind her head and admired his work. The wild mare was now bound and gagged and he triumphantly returned to the intercom and pushed the button.

"Yes?" Helga answered. "You decide what you two are doing about the help?"

"Oh, yes. As I was saying…Franziska and I would like to give everyone a few days off." He gazed lovingly at his sister. "It will give her some time to excogitate on her treatment of the new girls."

Franziska wanted to spit at Miles but the gag prevented her from doing so, so instead she had to be content to meet his loving gaze with an icy glare as she plotted her next act of violence against her captor.

"Have a good weekend Helga." Miles chuckled happily knowing that the first step of his plan was working quite well.

The only response to his goodbye was the mechanical hum of the intercom itself.

"Helga?"

"Miles, do I want to know why Franziska's suddenly so quiet after ranting nonstop for the last week?"

"Oh, no particular reason. I've simply been able to sway her to my point of view."

"Un-huh." Helga was unconvinced.

"Don't worry, Helga. I won't hurt her. I love her. Isn't that right, darling?" He said attempting to ease Helga's misgivings. He hated betraying Franziska's trust in this way, but Helga was right. His sister needed to learn a lesson and this was the only way in which Miles could think to do it. With Franziska one was forced to take drastic action as she only responded to the dramatic. Hadn't their affection for one another been proclaimed with nothing short of a spontaneous session of lovemaking, in a hallway no less? Franziska couldn't be sat down and reasoned with. She needed to be shown the error of her ways and he was determined to do so.

He tipped his head in loving admiration of the beautiful creature before him. She was continuing to look at him with a lethal stare, but the gaze he returned to her was the lovesick grin a little boy might give his first crush. He hoped she knew he had no intentions of causing her bodily harm. He hoped she knew he was not that kind of person.

Helga sighed. "Ok, then. I just don't want to be named an accessory to anything. My husband has enough lesbian fantasies without me being in jail."

"Helga, you are, as always, one hundred percent innocent."

Helga grunted. "Now I know you're up to something, but I'll pretend like nothing weird is going on and I'll see you on Monday. Call me if you change your mind. I can be here in a jiffy if you need me."

"No. Thank you. Franziska and I will be fine. Have fun."

Miles hung up the intercom and turned to find Franziska rummaging through the drawers of the end tables.

"Looking for something you can stab me with?"

Franziska turned to him angrily and muttered something that was muffled by the gag.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite make that out. What was that?" He teased her, but he miscalculated and stepped within the range of her long legs and she kicked him in the balls. He recoiled from the pain shaking his head.

"Now, sister. I haven't hit or kicked you, have I? And I can assure you that I have no intention of doing so, but this is the exact kind of behavior I am concerned about. These violent tendencies need to stop, my darling."

With great ease he picked Franziska up and tossed her over his shoulder. She pounded his butt and the back of his legs with her handcuffed fists and kicked his front but he just slid her sharp heeled shoes off her feet and threw them across the room and ignored the rest of her blows.

While carrying her through the house his hand slid up and down her legs and he sighed happily. He loved feeling the curves of her legs. They were so touchable, so kissable.

Whoa, whoa there! Remember, you're not supposed to be enjoying this, he reminded himself.

"It's such a shame you've forced me to manhandle you but you need to understand you can't go around throwing things at people. Whipping is bad enough, but if Taiga had not ducked at just the right moment you could have seriously hurt her. Now it may seem that I'm being mean to you, but I am not going to do anything to hurt you. The restraints are merely a way of protecting myself while insuring that you learn your lesson. You can trust me."

She kicked him hard and he laughed. "See, that's what I mean. You're far too violent, sister. One way or another these aggressive tendencies need to be controlled."

He opened the door to his room and threw her on the bed. He leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a second pair of cuffs and utilized the second set of manacles to attach her to the headboard. Her eyes were big. He had two pairs now? Was her brother becoming some kind of sadist?

Miles sat down beside her on the bed and despite the smirk on his face there was a serious tone to his voice. "Now, Franziska. I love you and I will not be happy if you do something that means you end up behind bars or with a criminal record. I know that would displease you as well so we need to find ways to calm you down. I know the new girls are making some mistakes and it is very unfortunate that they spilt all that wine on your favorite blouse, but, darling, it was just a blouse. It isn't worth throwing away everything we have."

He stared into her eyes and ran his fingers down the side of her face enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He wanted to kiss her, but the gag was in the way and after hearing her tirades for the past several days he found the quiet peaceful. He very much doubted that his ears would get any rest once he removed the obstruction from her mouth. So, he nuzzled into her neck and kissed it rather than her lips.

"Oh, dear Franziska! Have I not been servicing you enough to keep you on an even keel?" He continued to gently stroke her cheek as he spoke. "Or is it that I spoil you, giving you exactly what you want whenever you demand it?"

He slid his hand up her skirt. He couldn't deny that he found her bondage extremely erotic. He kept having images of tearing her clothing off and ravaging her or teasing her senses until she was begging for relief, but it was clearly an ungentlemanly thing to do. After all, she couldn't say their safe word and she was very much at his mercy. The thought sent sensual shudders through his body. Franziska was so powerful that it was unusual for him to have the upper hand so completely.

He leaned forward and pulled her stockings off. The nylons being peeled off of her slowly made Franziska lean back in submission despite her anger at him, but Miles had no intention of mounting her. Instead, he kissed her legs and sucked on her toes and then abruptly stood up undid the top set of handcuffs and with a sigh said, "Come on. We need to make dinner."

Franziska blinked in bewilderment. What was the fool doing now? He slung her back over her shoulder and her left foot inadvertently landed against his arousal. He was extremely large and hard. She rubbed it with her foot as he walked.

"Franziska, you're not getting out of this by having sex with me…much as I would like that." His hand went under her skirt and patted her butt through her panties.

Later, he told himself, later. He murmured pleasant sounds as her felt her curves, but upon entering the kitchen he took a deep breath and attempted to refocus on his mission.

"This, my darling, is the kitchen." He proclaimed.

"M mmmm mmmm, mmm mmmm"

He smiled. Not a single word of her comment was recognizable, but it didn't matter because Miles knew she had said, "I know that, you fool." He smiled. He found it a comfort to have a partner whose thoughts he could read even if at times they were disturbingly violent thoughts.

"Yes, I know you know. But do you really understand how hard the help works in here? Sure, they tend to overcook the steaks and occasionally the salmon is a little soggy, but overall they do an amazing job, don't you think?"

She rolled her eyes. He was talking to her like she was a little kid and she did not appreciate it. She lifted her shackled hands to flash her middle finger to him. He paid no mind to her and continued, "Typically, the servants do all the food preparation and that leaves us the ability to…" He paused searching for a word to convey how he would describe their life: their constant lovemaking, their fiery disagreements, and their passion for one another.

"…Have fun….but the servants are feeling very abused right now and rightly so. It is for that reason I have given them the weekend off and you and I will prepare our own dinner."

Franziska's eyebrows scrunched together. She was handcuffed. Was the man insane?

He took her over to the island work station in the middle of the kitchen and whispered in a gravelly sensual voice directly in her ear, "Darling, can I trust you with sharp pointy objects or should I put on the set of armor that lives in the west corridor?"

Franziska was not amused, but he untied the gag and his lips were on hers right away. She bit him and she tasted a little trickle of blood as he continued mashing his lips into hers, all the while his hard cock pressed into her. It was then she thought of a plan to counter his little taming of the shrew act.

It was obvious he wanted to fuck her or guide her down to her knees so she could provide him a release, but he was trying desperately to stay on task. She smiled to herself while his eyes were closed and he was licking her neck. She would have fun with this situation after all. Even in this state she could regain control, because she knew that Miles wanted her perhaps more than life itself.

Reluctantly, Miles pulled himself from his sister; his lips pouched forward straining for renewed contact with her smooth skin. Franziska saw him take a deep breath and she was sure he was trying to get the crazed passionate side of himself to relinquish control of his body to the logical, methodical side, the side that handcuffed his lover purely for the convenience of control and saw no potential sensual or erotic side effects to it. She smiled. She would make those two aspects of his personality war with one another and the conflict would make her the victor.

Her brother freed one of her hands from the handcuff using that part of the manacle to tether her to the workstation.

"There. That way you can't get away," he said merrily as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bunch of items and tossed them in front of her. "Make a salad."

"Fool, you are an idiot. How am I supposed to do anything handcuffed to the table?"

"Be creative."

"Go to hell, Miles Edgeworth."

He bent his head back in laughter. "I thought we decided that's where we were both headed, sister."

"You foolish fool! Perhaps, I am no longer interested in your accompaniment in the afterlife."

"I sincerely doubt that's the case and you had better not make me prove it to you." He winked at her. "Because I could go over there and very quickly prove just how badly you want much more than companionship from me."

She threw a grape tomato at him and it whizzed by his head at tremendous speed before splattering on the wall above the sink.

"You'll need to clean that up after supper, but you better hurry, Franziska. You need to complete your salad before I have the rest of dinner done."

"Foolish foolhardy fool, explain to me why you are doing this."

"Because you take the help for granted, darling. Yes, we pay them, but that doesn't make them our slaves." He stopped what he was doing at the counter and turned around to face her. "Darling, you have one slave and it is me. You need to treat other people with a modicum of respect. For example, you can't throw heavy objects at people. It would in actuality be ideal if you refrained from throwing anything at people, but I recognize that you may be unable to control your actions that thoroughly. I refuse to see you convicted of manslaughter." Miles paused. He very much doubted that she was taking all of this as seriously as she should.

More slowly and with greater emotion he added, "Franziska, I couldn't survive without you."

His sister's nostrils flared in irritation unswayed by his heartfelt romanticism. She grabbed one of the carrots on the counter in front of her brought it to her lips and bit it hard shearing the end off while imaging with great delight that it was instead Miles' penis she had just cleaved. Miles recognized the not so subtle symbolism, gulped, and turned back to the steaks he was preparing.

"Miles Edgeworth, by doing this you are endangering our entire relationship. It is a foolishly fool thing to do. I hope you understand that."

Miles sighed. "I do, but I believe that you love me and you will forgive me," and inside his mind all he could think was please, please let me not be wrong.

~xxxx~

Miles was seated across from Franziska who was eating her meal with difficulty due to the fact her wrists were still restrained. Her brother had cut her meat into bite size pieces for her and left her with only a dull-tipped fork with which to stab her food.

"Miles Edgeworth, this demonstrated nothing. You are insisting on trying to show me that the servant girls have a tough job, but I was able to do their work while handcuffed."

"True," Miles said chewing a bite of the salad she had prepared. "But I find the shape of some of your carrot bits rather inconsistent and besides we both know that the servants do a great deal more than simply making a salad now and again."

Franziska grunted.

"Yes, yes, Miles Edgeworth. The household staff waters the plants and does the laundry, and-"

"The grocery shopping and the-"

"I am not a fool." She grumbled. So far he had not given into her wiles and this disappointed her. She must get Miles Edgeworth to give into his desires if she was to come out of this weekend with her dignity intact and so she decided to take more aggressive measures to toy with him.

"After dinner we have some more chores to perform before bed."

"What foolish indignities do you expect me to do now?"

"Well one of us will need to water the flowers on the north side of the house and the laundry room needs to be mopped and…"
Miles' list of household cleaning tasks continued but Franziska's mind had focused in on one activity, floor mopping. She smiled a little to herself thinking how she could make it the most sexually arousing cleaning event ever and knowing that if anyone could get Miles to behave unlike the gentleman he was it would be her, his dear, darling sister.