"What the hell," he whispered. "Cat, what's gotten into you?" Her hands gripped his thighs and squeezed.

"I said sit," she hissed. "Shut up. You need to get naked." Her hands were everywhere on him, undressing, yanking clothing off. He shuddered and twisted, trying to help, heart racing. Soon he was naked and she was touching him everywhere, especially on his ass. Her hands lingered on his pale behind, the rest of his body so tan but this one area whiter than anything. He felt her nails dig in a little and then she pushed him forward. Zoro frowned quizzically.

"On the bed. On your knees." His face paled, then reddened. Was she ordering him there? What? What was going on? But he obeyed eagerly, crawling up and setting himself the way she wanted him to be. There was a clanking sound and he growled as cuffs were slapped on his wrists. Elly tapped his nose.

"What're you doing?"

"Making sure you don't move." The other ends were secured around the bedposts. He knew he could usually break them in a single snap. This time, however, they appeared more sturdy than he could have imagined. "Ha, good. You won't be able to get free. Zoro," she grinned, "You've been a bad boy today."

Zoro flipped over on his back in his bed, face flushed in his sleep and murmuring.

"WHAT?!" Even in his dream he was shocked into yelling. She brought her hand down sharply and all the air whooshed out of his body. His eyes widened, hands clinking at the cuffs that bound him to the bed. "What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't have to hit you if you'd been good," Elly laughed softly next to his ear. A kiss on his neck, a nip by his earrings. He shivered and turned partially around to try and watch. She raised her hand and he jumped a little in expectation. Damn, he wanted it to hurt! To test his limits, to have her beat him. His mouth opened and he began to pant harshly. He couldn't speak, his throat was completely dry. Do it, he wanted to yell, to scream at her. Do it now. Fall on me like an avalanche, punish me with your violent love. He needed to feel it. He wanted her to shove him down and use him as hard as she could, try to break him. He wouldn't break, couldn't. But to feel the extent of her passion for him like this...

He jerked awake in bed, hand clamped over his mouth. The other shoved itself under the sheets and grasped his painful erection. Oh god, oh fucking holy shit god - why, why, why?! The image of the pale lavender-haired woman spanking him while he wriggled under her, tied to the bed, burned in his loins as much as his head. He came quickly, biting his hand to stay the cry that wanted to break free.

He had to do something about this, he thought vaguely as he drifted back off to sleep. It wasn't like him. He was strong and solid, not a fucking little pervert like the blond cook. He'd fix it somehow, he was sure of it.

Maybe.