“I can’t believe you did that for me,” Toby was almost gabbling. “You got me onto the graphics team with Joseph Harper?! How the hell...”

“I threatened to backfist him unless he did,” Caroline said, semi-seriously.

“Really?”

“No. He wanted to use my model for the game, and my voice.”

“OH MY GOD MY GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO BE IN A JOSEPH HARPER GAME!”

Caroline burst out laughing as Toby grabbed her and hugged her so tightly she could feel her ribs flex. After 5 minutes of him crushing her chest, she gently started to push him off.

“Toby, I think that there was some old granny in Australia that didn’t hear you,” She said wryly, and sighed. “Toby, they need this suit so that they can do scanning of it for the model, so will you get off before you stain it or something?”

“You’re going to willingly wear this suit again?” He released her slightly, gaped at her, then crushed her back into a hug. “I love you. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.”

“I love you too,” Caroline said, laughing again. “Now let go you saft ‘nana.”

“Saft ‘nana?” he repeated.

“Saft, it’s black country slang for ‘soft’. And ‘nana is a banana. God, I will initiate you on slang!”

“Black country...” Toby asked uncertainly.

“Google it.”

He followed her up the stairs as she virtually jogged up the building’s stairs. She was wearing a long military-style coat over the top of her catsuit, but she hadn’t bothered to button it... and she looked somehow even more sexy, the way a promise of a thing is always more alluring than the thing in plain view. She stopped at the top of the staircase, hand on her hip.

“Are you coming up or what?” She demanded.

He glanced at her, then at the corner.

“I just want to check that you don’t have chloroform first.”

They’d reached the corner where she’d caught him a couple of weeks ago, and she glanced around, grinning.

“Good times,” She chirped, then showed her hands to show that they were totally clear. “Now stop being a wuss and get up here.”

He cautiously sidled around her, then dodged as she slapped out at him as he passed, running to the door and getting it open, staggering, half-laughing, down the hall as she gave chase. He stripped off his coat as he ran, throwing it onto the floor in the living room, just to annoy her, then came to a sudden halt as pain sparked on his shin and Toby nearly stumbled over something in the hallway. A box on the floor. Caught off balance he managed to right himself, reaching for the hall light while staring at the box.

“Caro, what’s this?” he asked her uncertainly.

It was a plain cardboard box, just sat in the middle of the hall, and the thing had some heft to it, there was definitely something inside... and it probably wasn’t a cat, although he couldn’t be certain that, if there was a cat, it would be alive.

“BOOAKASHA!”

He was violently knocked to the carpet, Caroline tackling him from behind. He lay, stunned for a moment, and that moment of surprise was all she need to securely pin him face down on the floor, sat on his back, knees clamping his arms to his sides, knocking the wind securely out of him. there was the soft click as she kicked the front door shut behind her, leaving them in the gloom of the hall, and he heard the soft dragging of cardboard on the carpet as she pulled the box towards her.

“I told you that there would be repercussions,” she purred, and Toby heard her rummaging through the box, then give a small satisfied noise as she found what she was looking for. “And as a certain foolish some-one got me tomorrow off work, and then it’s the weekend... I hope you didn’t have any other plans. Tough shit if you did after all the stuff you put me through today. This weekend, you are my bitch, officially. Any complaints?”

Toby opened his mouth to protest... and in that moment when he took a breath, she caught him by the back of the hair, pulling his head back and she slipped the ballgag straight into his open mouth. He twisted his head this way and that, buckling it tight behind his head, and felt her sultry chuckle through his back as her hands played with his hair and down over his neck.

“Thought not,” she said smugly, kissing his neck lightly.

He could feel the red lipstick marks like a brand on his skin, but the burn wasn’t on his neck, it was deep in his trousers, his heart pounding in anticipation, uncertainty and arousal. There was more rustling in the box and he felt her secure his left wrist even more firmly with her knee then take a firm grip on his right arm. As she released the arm with her leg, he bucked suddenly trying to unseat her, but she just laughed, holding onto the arm and slipping a thick leather cuff onto it, pulling the buckle tight and then he heard a soft click. Padlocks? Really?

She pinned the right arm down again, then cuffed the other wrist, despite his struggles, and clicked the two firmly together, running her hands over his captive arms and up the sleeves of his black t-shirt, then withdrew, the caress of her nylon covered fingers strange, especially with the slight bite of her fingernails beneath. He felt her move, leaning over him, her breasts brushing his back as her breath fell on his neck, lips less than a centimetre from his ear.

“Resistance is futile,” she breathed softly.

And Toby nearly melted into the carpet. Heart-rate pounding, his whole body throbbing at, he squirmed underneath her. That had to be the most sexy thing in the history of the universe. Oh Caroline, the things you do to me. He almost didn’t feel her shift her position, turn so that she was straddling his lower back now, facing away from him. He gave a soft moan as she flicked his belt and button of his trousers undone, then carefully removed his guns and set them to one side, sliding his trousers down over his legs to where they got stuck by his boots.

“You might remember signing for a package for me darling,” Caroline called over to him. “I saw this prototype harness thing on DeviantArt, made a few enquires and got one shipped across for us. Let’s just say... it’s unusual.”

What the fuck? He demanded mentally, making mmphing noises through the gag as she started rustling through the box again... and felt a belt tighten around his waist. He tried to work out what was going on... and felt a bigger, more hefty belt buckle lower down over his hips... and cradling very close to his member. He kicked out, struggling underneath her again, but she just rode it calmly.

“Normal harnesses go on the torso,” Caroline continued. “This one goes on the lower half. And your package is not going to be very happy that you signed for this package.”

The expletives running through his mind came out as garbled grunts through the gag, and she gave him a light tap on the bum in warning and he subsided. He felt bands tighten around his thighs, then she adjusted the hip belt again, so that it slid underneath his balls, pushing them forwards in his pants, and him give another garbled stream of profanity. She treated him to another slap, this time on the thigh. He kicked out, having to kick with both legs due to the trousers and she caught his leg easily, pulling it up and pressing it so that it was flush with his thigh. She pushed the trousers out of the way and he felt another band tighten around his ankle. He struggled with his arms, thinking that maybe he might be able to push her off, then realised, the cuffs were attached to the belt around his waist, same a thick band of leather was making itself felt, joining the waist belt to the hip belt, running over his butt and between his two cheeks.

She attached the other ankle to the harness, then set to work untying his bootlaces, as he slowly realised. It was a hogtie harness, his wrists were attached to his waist, and his ankles were attached to his thighs... it was a very fancy hogtie... which was currently putting a lot of pressure on his balls. He gave a soft grunt of pain as Caroline paused in her task and gently tweaked the strap around his hips, a grunt that turned into a groan.

His boots and trousers slid away, and he saw her neatly fold his trousers, and set his boots into a pair by the wall. Caroline brushed her gloved hands off neatly, then got up and gently toed him over, turning him so that he was glaring up at her, and cocked her hip, setting her hand on it, her green eyes sparkling in the darkness.

“Oh hunny, please don’t make out that you’re not enjoying this,” she leant over and gently traced the very obvious lump in his pants. “We both know that you are.”

The shudder and soft moan at the words was enough to prove those words.

“But you did just throw your coat on the floor,” She said severely. “You know how much that pisses me off.”

She gazed down, fighting a smile at his big innocent eyes, and shook her head sadly.

“So here’s the deal,” Caroline said calmly. “If you get your arse into the kitchen by the time I’ve hung your coat up where it belongs, and I’ll take you then and there. If you don’t...” she trailed off delicately and gave him an evil smile. “I’ve got 3 days sweetheart.”

She straightened up fully and strode purposefully into the living room to retrieve his coat. For a split second, he lay there, then he flipped himself and started to do a very awkward commando crawl down the hallway, the carpet dragging against his bare thighs... and rubbing against his member. By the time he’d made it halfway, he was forced to stop, panting for breath, trying desperately to get a hang of himself before he came then and there in the hall. This wasn’t working, he could hear her in the hall again... but maybe if he rolled?

From the peal of laughter from behind him he realised how ridiculous he must look, rolling like a sausage down the hall, but it was faster and before he knew it, he’d slammed against the doorway of the kitchen. The sound of heels was getting closer behind him. Scrawping around on the floor, he managed to drag himself around, and over the threshold, his stomach against the cold laminate flooring where his t-shirt had ridden up, gasping for breath.

“Damn,” he heard Caroline’s heels click on the floor as she entered the kitchen. “I had plans...”

She flipped him over again, then he saw her eyebrow quirk up, and his cheeks burned. In his struggles on the floor, his pants had slid down, and he was now showing, very plainly, how much he was enjoying himself.

“But then again,” she tilted her head. “I have 3 days.”

Caroline crouched down and deftly put him into a fireman’s lift and deposited him on the kitchen table, unstrapping his ankles from his thighs, and attaching them firmly onto the legs, meaning that his knees were bent at the edge of the table. Slowly, with a sensous rasp of nylon on skin, she slid her hands down the inside his muscles thighs, making him give another low groan and tilt his head back against the wood, semi-lidding his eyes.

She clambered onto the table, sitting on his stomach, and tapped his nose.

“Oi,” she said imperiously. “You dressed me up like this, so you can look at me.”

His dark brown eyes opened and bored straight into hers, as warm and soft as melted chocolate, then a small smile twisted his lips under the gag, and a spark of mischief danced deep in them.

She straightened up, standing over him on the table, nearly hitting the ceiling with her head, then reached down and unzipped her boots, stepping out of them and dropping them to the floor, then she began to very slowly, tantalisingly, unbutton her bracers, setting them on the worksurface nearby, and peel the gloves off with a hypnotising grace... the corset was next, and she ran her hands over her catsuited body, trailing them every where he wanted to touch...

He strained up, and she put her bare foot on his chest, forcing him back down to the cold embrace of the table, reaching behind her. There came the sultry sound of a zip slowly gliding downwards and his abs corded, desperately trying to sit up, to get closer, but she held him down, her hands gliding inside the suit, over the ice-white skin underneath. Caroline gazed at him from under her lashes as she slid the cat suit off and stood there in her flesh-tone corset and knickers. Her face gazed imperiously down at him, regal like a victorious queen over a defeated and captive king.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you have today all your own way?” She demanded, amused as her hands tipped with her red nails, toyed with the top of her pants. “‘Soon’ darling?”

She shimmied the underwear down, the fabric kissing her long porcelain legs, falling with a disappointed whisper as she flicked it off the table and knelt over him, running the tips of her nails over his t-shirt, then underneath, drawing patterns over his abs, whispering over his nipples... then leant down until her face was inches from his.

“Soon, darling?” Caroline repeated, unbuckling his gag and throwing it away. “How about now?”

And she plunged herself onto him, felt his back arch in response driving him further into her, and gasped, throwing her head back, pressing him down against the table with both her hips and hands, riding him... her hungry mouth on his, an almost violent kiss in its passion, spurring them both on, as they thoroughly took each other.

Caroline, panting, virtually collapsed on his chest, gasping for air.

“So,” Toby said, almost shouting over the loud thrumming of his heart in his ears. “You quite liked it then?”

Caroline pulled a ‘not bad’ face, and they both laughed slightly. Toby nuzzled into her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her, smiling to himself.

“You really are the best girlfriend ever.”

She grinned.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”