It had been a long, hard day at the office, and Donna was determined to have some fun now that she and Josh were at his place, alone, getting ready for bed. So while Josh was brushing his teeth, Donna ransacked his closet and selected the items of clothing she needed, then brushed past him on his way back into the bedroom, calling over her shoulder that she'd be right with him.

Inside the bathroom, she shed her clothing and put on the white dress shirt of his she'd picked out, a Geoffrey Beene that fit him to a tee, but which hung loosely over her slim frame. She left the top three buttons open, revealing the beginning curves of her breasts. Then she put on three of his neckties, leaving them loosely knotted and hanging haphazardly down her chest. She mussed her hair, giving it some volume, brushed her teeth, and checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad. Here goes nothing, she thought.

When she returned to the bedroom, Josh was already sitting in bed, waiting for her, clad only in his boxers. Perfect.

Josh quirked an eyebrow at her neckwear stylings. "You're wearing two too many, you know," he pointed out, helpful as always. He shifted on the bed and rested his back against the headboard.

"Am I?" she said mildly. She tugged on one of them, a solid blue silk she knew matched her eyes. "You don't know what I'm planning to do with them, after all."

"Apparently not," he murmured. He watched her approach the bed, and she reveled in the gleam of appreciation in his eyes. "You going to tell me?"

"In good time," she said.

She crawled up on the bed and straddled his legs, then leaned over and kissed him. He slid his hands underneath the hem of her shirt and pulled her closer as he kissed her back, his tongue tangling with hers, then brushing against her lips. He caressed her thighs, reached up to cup her ass. "I want you so much," he whispered, his voice low. "I was thinking about this all day."

"When aren't you thinking about it?" she said tartly, but smiled to let him know she was teasing. She placed soft kisses on his forehead, his nose, his lips, drinking in the smell and feel of him.

"Well, it doesn't help that you're around me all day, wearing those, those skirts that stop just about here..." He brushed her legs, right above the knee. "Or those shirts that come down to here..." He trailed a finger down her neck to her breastbone, and she shivered in delight.

She let her head fall back as he leaned over to press his lips to her neck. "So that's what you're thinking about while I'm taking dictation," she said.

"Or when you're doing just about anything, really," he said against her skin.

"Mmm. There's something I want to do right now."

"I know," he said, slipping one hand back underneath the shirt, searching between her legs.

She pulled back a little. "That's not what I meant. Well, not entirely what I meant."

He looked at her, smiled quizzically. "Tell me what you want," he said.

And so she pulled the blue silk tie up over her head, then took one of his hands and pushed it back against the headboard, rested the tie against his skin, and waited for him to get it.

It didn't take long. "You're kidding," he said, his voice cracking at the end.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him, waiting. If he said no, that was that, no harm done. The choice had to be his.

Please say yes, she thought.

"Okay," he whispered, his eyes very dark.

Relief flooded her. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

She let go of his hand long enough to unknot the tie, then grasped his wrist and looped the tie around it before fastening the tie to the headboard. She took off the second tie (blue and white striped, one of her favorites) and repeated the action with his left hand. She watched as he flexed his wrists, testing the material. She'd made the knots tight, but not so tight that he couldn't maneuver out of them if he really wanted to.

She was pretty sure he didn't want to, though. His cock was rock hard, straining against the thin material of his boxers.

She leaned back and luxuriated in the sight of him, the way his biceps bulged as he pulled against the silk, veins rising up underneath his skin; the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing sped up, his nipples hard, his abdomen taut. "Oh, I like this," she said softly, mostly to herself. "I like this very much."

He flashed his dimples at her. "So what are you gonna do to me, Donnatella, now that I'm at your mercy?" he asked huskily.

"Whatever I want," she replied. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. He licked his lips, and she took that opportunity to lean over and kiss him again. His head tilted up and he kissed her back hungrily, his mouth working against hers with increasing passion. When she finally pulled back they were both gasping for air.

She swallowed and met his eyes. "I still have one tie left," she said.

He crinkled his brow, not understanding. She removed the final tie, a plum-shaded silk blend he didn't wear nearly often enough, and slowly unknotted it. A nervous flutter tickled her stomach, but she ignored it, leaned in close to Josh so that their lips were almost touching. "Do you trust me?" she whispered.

His eyes searched hers. "Yeah," he rasped.

"Good." She kissed him softly, briefly, then placed the tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. His breathing hitched, hot vapor on her collarbone as she secured the tie in place, but he didn't protest. "This okay?" she whispered against his ear. He nodded.

She straightened back up and unbuttoned the dress shirt, as it would only get in the way and he couldn't see her in it anyway, and threw it to the side. Josh was very still beneath her, anticipating what would happen next.

She got off the bed and slipped her hands underneath the waistband of his boxers, then slid the shorts down his legs. His hard cock jutted up temptingly from dark reddish curls, but she'd get to that soon enough.

For now, she pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, then bent down over him and flickered her tongue over one nipple. He hissed and tensed beneath her. She ignored his reaction, tracing his nipple carefully, then taking the hardened bud into her mouth and sucking delicately. No other part of her touched him; his only source of sensation was her wet mouth suckling that one small area of flesh. He stifled a moan and let his mouth fall open.

And then she pulled away.

His head jerked; his hands flexed. "Donna?"

"I'm here," she said. "Patience, Joshua."

"That's never been my strong suit," he muttered.

"I've noticed." She smiled to herself; was it wrong that she was enjoying this so much? She moved to the foot of the bed and gently pushed his legs apart, then proceeded to kiss her way up the inside of his leg, caressing his strong calf muscles with her mouth, tracing a line up his inner thigh with her tongue. His thin, coarse hair tickled her lips as she explored him slowly. She could hear his breathing grow harsher, more labored, but he didn't speak.

When she reached the juncture of his legs, she placed one soft kiss against his balls, then lifted her head. He let out a sound that sounded an awful lot like a whimper, and a frisson of satisfaction shot through her. She then reversed the process down his other leg, skimming her lips over thigh, knee, calf, ankle. His wriggling toes betrayed his impatience, much to her amusement.

Finished with that part of his body for the moment, Donna scooted off the bed and walked around the left side. She perched on the edge of the mattress and placed her lips to the inside of his wrist, next to the swath of fabric that held him in position. His fist clenched, then released. She did to his arm what she had done to his legs, lavishing it with her mouth, lips, tongue, sinking her teeth into the hard muscle of his bicep until he gasped. She traced the bulging veins on his forearm with her tongue, tickled the underside of his upper arm with her breath.

"You're killing me, you know that?" he gasped.

Her answer was to flicker her tongue in his ear. He groaned and pulled against his bonds; she nibbled his earlobe. "Tell me you love me," she whispered.

"You know I do," he said.

"Say it."

"I love you," he breathed, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.

"Good," she murmured. She got up and moved to the other side of the bed so she could repeat the process with his other arm; when she was done, she straddled him once more. He bucked up against her, but she didn't respond. Not yet. She was the one in control.

Instead she leaned over and placed gentle kisses on his chest, maddening him with feather soft brushes of her lips. "Dammit, Donna," he muttered, but she only laughed softly and continued her ministrations. She drew one nipple into her mouth and sucked, then nibbled hungrily. She buried her face in the coarse hair between his pecs, nuzzling him with her nose. She paid special attention to his abdomen, his hip bones, teasing the sensitive skin with her teeth.

And finally, finally, she took his cock into her mouth.

He groaned and thrust his hips up, once, in surprise and arousal, his cock pressing against the roof of her mouth. Then he settled down and relaxed under her touch as she slid her mouth down the length of him, her tongue probing against the underside of his shaft, swirling over the head. She cupped his balls with one hand and held his cock with the other, sucking harder, stronger, until -- she abruptly released him.

"God," tore from his throat, frustration and pleasure and pain.

She sat back on her heels and watched him, enjoying the strain of his arm muscles, the hurried rise and fall of his chest. "Tell me what you want," she said.

"Dammit, Donna --"

"Tell me what you want," she repeated.

He exhaled harshly, swallowed. "I want to be inside of you," he bit out.

"Now was that so hard?" she said. "No pun intended, of course."

He let out a short bark of a laugh. "I never knew you had it in you, Donnatella. No pun intended, of course."

She laughed, and the sound of it was throaty to her own ears. She felt powerful, alive. "I still have some secrets, Josh," she said.

"Evidently."

Still smiling, she straddled him again, centering herself over him, then guided his cock inside of her, him pushing up slowly, her sinking down inch by inch, stretching around him until he was right where she wanted him. "Nice," she said.

"That's one word for it." He had managed to turn his hands around so that he was gripping the top of the headboard, giving himself better leverage, and he thrust up hard into her, making her gasp.

"Again with the impatience," she noted, but nonetheless started moving herself, gyrating back and forth, riding him with an easy rhythm. She leaned forward a bit, finding the right source of friction for her clit, and when she found it she closed her eyes in pleasure. "Oh, Josh," she murmured.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, I know." His hips were rising up off the mattress now as he tried to pump into her harder and harder, becoming near desperate in his movements. She really had worked him up into a frenzy, apparently.

She had no problems with that, being fairly wound up herself, so she allowed him to set the pace, moving faster and faster, grinding herself against him, his cock filling her again and again, jutting against her cervix, stretching her to the limit, throbbing heat radiating outward from her core.

"Take off the blindfold, Donna," he gasped between thrusts. "I wanna look at you."

She moaned as he thrust up into her, harder. Oh yeah, she was close. Still: "You didn't...say please," she panted.

"God damn it, Donna," he said, but he was smiling as he said it. "Please. I want to watch you come."

Well, when he put it like that... She reached over and pulled the plum necktie up off of his eyes and threw it to the side. He blinked against the light, then locked his eyes on hers. "I'm so close," he whispered.

"Me too." Donna felt the familiar flutter build in her abdomen; knowing she was on the brink, she clenched around Josh as hard as she could, and then they were both coming, over and over and she didn't know who was moaning louder, her or Josh, but she heard her name and his and his hot gush of release filled her, warmed her, god, it kept going and going and -- finally, it was over. She spasmed against him, final small hiccups, and then eased down onto his chest, breathing hard against his skin, her head rising and falling in time with his own labored breaths.

After a few disoriented moments she finally had the presence of mind to untie his wrists, and as soon as he was free he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as he ever had, burying his face in her neck, hands gripping her back, fingers digging into her flesh. "That was..." he started. "I don't even know what that was."

"Is that good or bad?" she wondered.

He raised his head and kissed her thoroughly, one hand coming up to encircle her neck. "Good," he said when their lips parted. "Very, very good."

"Good," she repeated. She smiled to herself, luxuriating in the feeling of power, reveling in the hold she had over him, in this one area, at least. Enjoy it while it lasts, she thought. You have to go back to work tomorrow.

But for now -- "Kiss me again," she demanded, and he obeyed, willingly and completely. Hers.

End.