She was able to turn her head enough to see he was serious. Ben may be a pain in the ass, but he was also true to his word. The realization helped her relax.

"I trust you." And gods help her she did. "Go ahead."

He hesitated for only a brief second before sliding the mask over her eyes and plunging her world into darkness.

"Now where was I?"

Jenna jumped again at his touch. She couldn't help it. Her skin tingled under his touch as he traced a figure eight across her shoulders. There, then gone. Quickly replaced by the warmth of his large hands. His palms were warm, the skin rougher than her own. The steady kneading of her shoulder muscles relaxed her. She dropped her chin to her chest to give him better access. He moved his hands lower. The muscles of her upper back relished his attentions, sending a shiver down her back. She groaned.

"This," he tugged at the edge of her dress, "is getting in my way."

The heat of his skin disappeared. Her skin seemed to absorb the vibration from her shoulder strap being untied. Cool air nipped at her superheated flesh as it was exposed.

Her nipple puckered, now available for him to see. The other tie soon followed the first and the entire top of her dress fell forward. Jenna held her breath and waited for what 41 Ben was going to do next.

Nothing.

She tried to sit up, tried to cover her chest, but the restraints held her still.

"Ben?"

The rustle of clothing being thrown to the floor finally reached her. Relax. He was getting more comfortable. At least, she hoped that's what he was doing.

"Ben?"

In a flash his body heat washed over her again. He leaned in and his tongue lapped her breast. Jenna jerked her arms to grab Ben's head but was stopped yet again. She groaned and twisted her hips against his unrelenting teasing.

"Do you like that?" he asked, lightly nipping at her nipple.

He didn't wait for an answer. He moved his mouth to her other breast while his fingers continued to tease her. Jenna bucked her hips and managed to wrap her legs around his waist. She pulled him closer to her and relished the feeling of his naked back against her bare legs.

"Next time I'll tie those as well."

"What makes you think-?"

Ben flicked his tongue quickly over her erect nub and moved his hand down to pull up the bottom of her dress. As the material moved higher and higher up her body, Jenna felt each nerve start to burn with anticipation.

She wanted to see him. Wanted to touch him. He was so close to her, but she couldn't help but feel removed. It was frustrating. And completely exciting.

"Kiss me."

"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, Miss Robins."

"Oh no?"

She could feel his breath on her cheek, could smell the champagne on his lips. She licked her own.

"Unless my eyes deceive me, you're the one tied to a chair."

She smiled. "But all I need to do is say the magic word and I'll be freed."

She could feel frustration radiating off him.

"Right. What was your request again, mademoiselle?"

Jenna's heart soared. "Kiss me."

Ben placed his hands on either side of her head again and leaned in. Even knowing what he was going to do, she still couldn't stop the jolt of electricity that zipped through her when his lips made contact.

They both parted their lips wide, their tongues lapping at each other. Hard and needy, their pace was frantic. Ben moved lower and kissed down her neck, skipped lower to her breast and lapped at her nipple.

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His hands pulled her dress lower, allowing him to kiss her stomach. That sensation only lasted for a moment before his hands moved to under her ass, pulling her to the edge of the seat. Without a word, he leaned in and licked a long and slow path over her clit. Jenna cried out, squeezing her eyes shut under the mask.

Over and over, slowly he devoured her. With each pass he spent a fraction of a second longer on her clit, teasing her. His tongue circled the bud, mimicking his motions on her nipple.

Close.

"Ben," her voice trembled.

He slid a finger into her wet pussy, thrusting in time with the rhythm of his tongue.

A second finger proved to be too much for her. Her body tensed, pulling hard against the restraints that held her down. Her body shuddered and she screamed as wave after wave of orgasm exploded in her. Ben continued thrusting his fingers into her as he sucked her clit hard.

Completely spent, Jenna collapsed back into the chair, panting. A sheen of sweat formed on her skin, cooling her body. She wanted to sleep. Needed rest after the overpowering pleasure. Gods, she'd never come this much in her life.

"Baby, are you okay?" Ben asked softly.

"Yes," she said in between pants.

"Jen, I need you."

From out of nowhere, her body pulsed another wave of pleasure. No man had every affected her like this.

"Yes. Now please."

It took her a second to realize what he was doing. Thankfully, she closed her eyes before he removed the mask. The dull light of the room seeped through her lids.

"I want to see you. Open your eyes."

She did and was taken aback. Ben was completely naked on his knees in front of her. His eyes were nearly completely black, and reflected his struggle for control. She had complete power over him at this moment. Even restrained, he wouldn't have done anything to her against her will.

"Now, Ben."

A single thrust and he was deep inside her. He stopped and tried to get control of his breathing.

"Dammit," he ground out from between clenched teeth.

He kept his gaze level and fixated on her eyes. She couldn't look away, fascinated as she watched him fight against his own body. The steady rhythm began to increase, his muscles in his arms and neck began to visibly vibrate.

Jenna's body responded, her fifth orgasm of the night building quickly. Gods, he was going to kill her. Her hips bucked up against his with perfect timing. It was too 43 much for Ben.

"Oh fuck," he whispered.

His eyes rolled into his head before he closed them. Hard and fast he thrust into her. Unable to keep up with him, Jenna tried to open her legs wider. Ben's cries of pleasure were quickly followed by hers. He continued to thrust into her until she couldn't breathe. His body stiffened and his cum filled her, the warmth spreading within her body.

Ben's upper body fell onto her. His head rested on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist. She couldn't move. Not that she wanted to at that particular moment. Ben had her cocooned in a warm embrace. Jenna closed her eyes, feeling the sting of tears beginning.

"Let me free your hands. You must be getting stiff."

The knots that held her to the silk scarves had tightened considerably. It took Ben several minutes before she was completely free.

"Better?" He looked at her face for the first time since they'd finished. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you," she said is a soft, calm voice.

"Open your eyes."

She did and managed to not embarrass herself by crying. "That was more than I ever dreamed."

A typical cocky smile slid onto his face. "That goes for me too."

Jenna pushed herself to the floor beside him. Without a word, Ben helped her pull her dress back into place as she handed him his pants. Half clothed, they sat in silence side by side and watched the last of the sunlight dip down behind the horizon.

A loud chime suddenly filled the room. They both turned to locate the abrasive noise. When Jenna realized it was coming from her PCD, she moved to get it. A strong arm around her waist halted her crawl.

"Where do you think you're going, Miss Robins?"

"To answer my communicator. It could be important," she said back over her shoulder.

Ben closed his eyes and took a breath.

"We just had, purely from my perspective, the best sex ever, and you want to get your communicator?"

Well, since he put it that way. Jenna let her head hang and sighed.

"I'm sorry. That was very unappreciative, wasn't it?"

Jenna lay flat on her stomach and rolled over. Without missing a beat, Ben crawled over, placing his knees on the outside of hers and his outstretched arms on either side of her shoulders.

"I think I can be persuaded to forgive you."

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Jenna smiled up at him. "Oh, how can I make it up to you?"

"I don't know about my reputation, but I assure you, even I can't recover from two rounds of mind-blowing sex that quickly."

Considering the fact that her body couldn't handle anything more strenuous than a nap at the moment, that was reassuring to her. But that didn't mean she had to let Ben know that.

"Very disappointing."

Another loud chirp from her PCD. Jenna made sure to ignore it, even though a small part of her was dying to know who was trying to contact her.

For his part, Ben was completely focused on her.

"Of course since I only have you for tonight, I may have to reconsider."

For a third time the PCD rang. However, this time, it was joined by another. Ben's head snapped up in the direction of the sound.

"The project."

Jenna gave her head a shake. "What?"

"It's the only reason why they would be trying to get a hold of both of us."

She watched as he fought some sort of internal battle.

"Fuck," he pushed away from the floor, stood and stalked towards the bar naked.

Unsure of what had just happened Jenna slowly rose to her feet. She watched Ben make his way to the vid screen on the bar and stab a finger at the answer button.

"What?" He made no attempt to hide his annoyance.

"Sorry, Ben." Matt's face popped up. "There's been an explosion at the dig site. I thought you'd want to know."

"What?" Jenna ran over, forgetting her near-naked state.

Matt's gaze slipped momentarily to her breast.

"Matt!" Ben barked, and pulled Jenna's strap back up. "What happened?"

"Sorry. Some of our people were observing a field test the university was conducting. There was an accident. I'm not sure what happened, but the whole thing blew."