Robin smiled. There was something terribly unhurried about him tonight. A sense that he was taking his time in a way that would make the night go on for quite some time.

After a moment, he finally moved to the headboard and snapped leather cuff restraints around Felix's wrists and the wrought iron bedposts. Then he dragged one finger down the creamy white of one of Felix's inner thighs.

He didn't say anything. Just trailed his fingers. He couldn't wait to make Felix beg.