Lara's smile was deceptively innocent. "Not as much as you, the Dean, and an over three hundred year old vampire want to be made to beg. But if you make it too hard for me, my bitch, it'll be because you don't want to play this game. And if you don't want to play I don't want to force you."

Lara's breath caught as Ella kissed the inside of her thigh but she otherwise ignored it. "Arms behind you darling. Are you flexible enough to cross them between your shoulderblades, held by a cobweb? Or are you going to go the easy way, crossing your wrists low?"