Jason looked over at Kiva, who was still protesting against ..

Jason looked over at Kiva, who was still protesting against his decision. Slightly annoyed at the protest, he rolled his eyes. It was always like this with her. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. She was an engine who refused to stop, even when running on empty.

"I know you don't think you need a break," he started, his voice steady, "but trust me, you do." His eyes met hers, holding a firm gaze that left little room for argument but he knew she'd try.

"Fine," Kiva huffed. That surprised him. It usually took longer for her to give up. Maybe she was finally getting used to taking breaks or maybe she didn't have enough energy to fight. Either way, it worked to his advantage. She knew that despite her reluctance, she couldn't deny the exhaustion creeping into her bones. It had been a day, no, a week of non stop work. With a soft sigh, she allowed Jason to guide her towards the living room couch.

Once seated, Jason began to secure her wrists behind her back. He moved her, testing how much she'd fight back and was pleased to find there was no fight.

"You know I don't need you to tell me I need a break. The handcuffs are just overkill." She spoke in a monotone fashion. "Just give me a blanket and a pillow, I'll be fine." He fastened a velvet band around her wrists before placing the lose ends in the palm of her hands. This would give her something to fidget with if she so desired. Moving onto her legs, he pulled up her socks to make sure they were on her properly before revealing his second pair of cuffs and fastening them to her ankles. He saw her roll her eyes and smirked.

"Trust me, you'll like this one. Plus if I gave you a blanket and pillow, you'd still be thinking of your to do list. I know you too well." Another eye roll.

Kiva's heart pounded in her chest as the last restraint clicked into place. She hated surprises as much as she loved them, sometimes. Lately it seemed like any interruption to her plans shot her into a ball of frustration and irrational anger. Her thoughts were quickly cut short as she felt the buttons to her pants pop open.

"Trust me, you do not want to go down there." She struggled slightly, not wanting to smell herself on him if that was his plan. She didn't know anymore.

"Oh shush, dove. At this rate, I'll have to gag you to get you to shut up. Just let me do the thing and thank me later." She produced a defeated breath before feeling the familiar surface of the remote vibrator against her folds. Oh, she thought to herself. That was his plan.

Before the gentle humming began, she stole a glance at the kitchen. If his plan was to pleasure her while she could still see the pile of dishes, he'd be disappointed in her reactions. He noticed her look.

"My problem," he said matter of fact. "You worry about yours, I'll worry about mine."

"What problem? I have no problem!" She protested and tried to wiggle free before he picked her up and placed her stomach first on the couch. If she turned her head just right, she could still see the dishes. Great.

She tried to squirm, to move away from the slowly warming device between her folds but nothing worked. It hadn't even turned on yet and she could feel herself wettening. He knew what he was doing. Her mind swirled with a blend of frustration, desire, annoyance, and need. Why did it always feel so good when Jason took control? Why did it always take forever for it to happen?

She heard him move for a moment and then stop, no doubt admiring his handiwork. "Alright," she heard him say, "I'm going to go clean the dishes and you're going to stay here and enjoy yourself."

All of a sudden, her nerve endings were on fire. He didn't just turn on the toy, he had it to medium already. That bastard, was all she could muster before her mind started the metamorphosis into mush. She looked to see Jason crouched above her, smiling at his devilish scheme. With hands and feet tied, all she could do was lie there as the little toy did its job.

"Like I said," he continued. "I'm going to deal with my problem while you deal with yours. Feel free to watch your man at work as you melt." He cupped her chin with his fingers for a moment, watching the thoughts slowly drain from her mind. Lips touched forehead and he left to do the dishes.

That fucker.