“Jane, as delightful as last night was—for me, anyway—I’d rather not tie you up again.” She punched him square in the face, a poor blow with her lack of leverage, but his head rocked back, which was gratifying. He went on as if nothing had happened. “So let’s make a deal, you and I. I won’t tie you up, and you won’t fight me. As of now,” he amended.

“You won’t tie me up?” she asked suspiciously. “But I have to let you fuck me?”

He looked pained. “Yes, you have to let me fuck you.”

She pretended to think it over, but it was an easy decision. She could stand almost anything but being tied down. It went against her very nature and made her want to bite somebody. “Okay. I won’t punch, and you won’t get out the elastic bubble gum.”

“And you’ll kiss me back.”

“Forget it.”

“All right, then, I will do all the kissing for both of us.” He smiled at her, put a hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her to him.

“What, I can’t eat first? This deal blows.”

“Later, Jane. I’m begging you.” His mouth was slightly warm, and his tongue slipped past her teeth to stroke her own tongue. She felt his hand cup one of her breasts, testing the weight of it, and then his thumb was rubbing her nipple.

She wriggled, pushing more of her breast into his palm. “So the quicker you get off, the quicker I can have eggs?”

He sighed. “You’re really killing the mood here.”

“What mood? I’m a prisoner, for fuck’s sake. And I’m hungry,” she whined.

“Oh, for—” But he let go of her and she bounded off the bed. She wolfed down her breakfast—eggs, six strips of bacon, four pieces of toast, and two glasses of milk—in five minutes while he laid on the bed and watched her with his fingers laced behind his head and a mildly disbelieving look on his face. She got up, wiped her mouth with a napkin, tossed it over her shoulder, and climbed back into bed.

“All right, then,” she said, infinitely more cheerful.

He smiled at her. “All right, then.” He reached out, took her hand, and led her to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, they were in his giant bathtub and the floor was soaked. Her legs were spread wide and resting on each rim of the tub, and she was gripping the sides so tightly her knuckles ached. Richard was beneath the water, nuzzling and tonguing and fingering her cunt. He’d been down there for five minutes, and she was about ready to lose her fucking mind.