Oberyn starts asking questions

"oh fuck you," said Nova, squirming in her bonds as Oberyn splayed her knees wide with his hands.

"Didn't your coven mothers teach you to say please?"

"No they were quite rude actually."

He chuckled and it sent a chill down her spin.

"I love that tongue of yours. So sharp. Bet it'll feel better around my cock."

"In your dreams."

"Shh," he leaned in close to her ear, "patience. Don't get yourself too worked up now. I've got quite the night in store for you."

With that he pressed his lips just below her ear and sent shock waves through her entire body. The moans that escaped her were wanting and needy. Oberyn laughed some more, continuing to whisper and let his mouth ghost over her ear.

"Let me explain to you how this will work. I ask the question. You give me truthful, direct answers, I give you what you want. You play with me,"

He grabbed both nipples between two fingers and twisted. She half-screamed, half-moaned in surprise.

"I play with you. And I play dirty. I play rough. I will have you all over this place, in every position you can think of and plenty you haven't, and there will be not an orgasm in sight for you. Understand?"

"Yes," she croaked out.

He released her. "Good. Now, we caught you. How many of your less," his eyes found her heaving chest again and he smiled, "conspicuous friends got away?"

She took a second to catch her breath, considering her options. His green eyes piercing into her did not make it any easier to strategize.

"None."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Nova, darling, we had a deal."

"I'm a scout, it was just me."

He wasn't listening, already getting up and sorting through the table of gadgets. When he returned, she gulped seeing what was in his hands.