WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX AND BONDAGE GAMES IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 2

Kitty was still giggling at his facial antics when he came up to her, slid his hands around her slender waist, and lifted her up off the floor. "Pete!" She grabbed at his shoulders reflexively, laughter choked off in surprise. A few long steps brought them to the isolated table, where Pete set Kitty down on its smooth surface, sitting on the edge with her long legs dangling down. "Pete, what are you doing?"

He started unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, quickly, expertly. "I tol' you, I'm gettin' the last, most important ingredient in me dessert ready -- you."

The hungry glow in his intense blue eyes raking across the exposed contents once he'd gotten the shirt open had Kitty straightening up and arching her back unconsciously to thrust her small, firm breasts out to him, and Wisdom didn't ignore the unspoken offering. He leaned over to flick his tongue over each erect nipple in turn and then suck the little nub into his mouth for a moment, while her hands came up to ruffle through his unruly black hair as she held his head to her.

He lifted his head after a short time, slowly, letting Kitty trail her hands down his shoulders and chest as he straightened, until her arms slid around his back to tug him forward, against her. When he resisted, she let him go, and started taking the open shirt off, but he grabbed her hands and stopped her. "You said you'd help, an' do what I tol' you."

"Yeah, I remember. I thought I *was* trying to help." She looked at him in honest puzzlement. "Ok, so what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to scoot up a ways, then lie back." Wisdom pulled her up a bit higher on the table as she braced her arms on the smooth old wood and pushed herself back, then kept one arm around her shoulers supporting her while his other hand gently guided her to lie flat on her back atop the table, her legs still hanging over the edge. "Lift yer hips just a bit now, love." He tugged down the shirt she was still wearing, so that her back and buttocks lay on the worn cotton rather than the cool wood, then folded back the shirt to each side to fully uncover the front of her body.

Kitty lay passively, letting him position her as he wished, while her imagination ran rampant about what he was up to -- which was becoming more and more obvious with every minute. She could feel goosebumps rising, not from the cool air wafting over her flushed skin but from the heat of his familiar, callused hands moving over her tingling body, where shivers of anticipation raced up and down her spine as she tried to guess what she'd be experiencing next.

Meanwhile, Pete had walked around toward her head, and picked up one arm. Pausing to first nip and suck at her fingers and kiss her palm and the racing pulsepoint at her wrist, he tied one end of a rolled-up tea towel around her wrist, snugly, then pulled her arm up over her head to tie the other end of the fabric strip to the top of one of the table's legs. "That feel ok, love? Not too tight?"

"Mmmm... Yeah, no problem..." Kitty turned her head to smile at him reassuringly after he'd walked around the table to her other side, lifting up her other arm to him invitingly, which he gently fastened down the same way.

She lifted her head to track him as he moved around the table toward its foot, or at least the end where her legs were, assuming the head of the table corresponded to the end where her own head was. Her legs opened to him, automatically, in mute invitation, before she'd consciously even thought to move, and Kitty whimpered softly, automatically, when he lay his warm, roughened palms on the tender white flesh of her inner thighs.

"Right, love, can you open a bit more?" His hands were pushing out on her thighs, but lightly -- he was just signalling her what he wanted, leaving it up to her to set her own limits. Kitty stretched as far as she could -- and she could manage a wide split, for some time at least -- and Pete immediately slid his hands over her taut skin trembling with effort to press back inward. "I ain't sayin' fer you t' force it, love. Just wot you can manage t' hold fer a while, like..."

Shifting her weight slightly, pulling her legs in just slightly, Kitty smiled up at the thin, stubble-shadowed face where vivid blue eyes were filled with concern. "I'm fine, Pete." Her voice was low, her tone steady. "I can stay like this for quite a while, don't you worry."

Reassured, he smiled back at her, bending down to kiss her quickly, then took her lower legs, hanging down off the table edges, and tied her ankles to the other two table legs with the last two tea towels she'd pulled out for him, first one side, then the other.

After he had her outspread on the table, he checked all her limbs to be sure she was reasonably comfortable in that position, and not strained. Not for the first time nor, he was sure, for the last, he marveled at her incredible physical conditioning, especially the limberness and dancer's flexibility that let him do things to her perfectly-honed body that would have sent anyone else running off to a chiropracter screaming in agony from twisted and spasming muscles. Then Wisdom moved off out of her sight, and came back after a minute with the bowl of left-over whipped cream he'd pulled out of the refrigerator to warm up slightly. Seeing Kitty craning upward awkwardly to see what he was doing, he set the cream down on the table next to her trim waist, and moved out of sight again, coming back with several more clean kitchen towels. Folding them together into a makeshift pillow, he supported Kitty's head with one hand in her soft brown hair and gently slid the cushioning underneath with his other.

Once he'd made sure Kitty was as comfortable as she could be, lying immobilized on the hard wooden table, Pete picked up the bowl of whipped cream he'd set down next to her side. Telling her "Stay still now, love -- you did promise t' help, an' do what I say, right?" he began spreading the whipped cream on her. He covered her breasts first, careful to leave the dark, engorged, sensitive nipples just barely peeking out from the white froth, then ran a line down from her breasts to her navel, and past it down into the brown curls between her legs, where he spread more cream.

The whipped cream was cold, and silky smooth, and it tickled her with the lightest feathery soft touch she'd ever experienced, tantalizing and arousing as it made her aware of every inch of skin he'd covered, areas already sensitized by their earlier love-making, as he well knew. Wisdom was being very careful not to touch her anywhere with his hands now, only with the pale fluffy foam, even though Kitty was panting loudly now, and squirming around trying to make him touch her, even briefly, accidentally.

Carefully lifting her glossy brown hair out of the way, he spooned a dollop of the creamy froth into the shadowed hollow on her neck, then went around the other side to make sure she was equally decorated on both sides.

He could hear a few tiny, barely audible, little moans Kitty couldn't quite suppress, while he left her side to go back to the kitchen counter. She could feel the cool foam at her throat smearing as she turned her head around trying to see what he was doing. Although she couldn't twist quite far enough to see without phasing her arms loose, she could hear shelves banging. "Pete, what are you doing now?"

"Huntin' fer a bowl t' put the soddin' fruit in, so I don't need t' keep traipsin' back an' forth."

Kitty couldn't help laughing when he came back with a mound of neat red slices heaped up in a soup tureen.

"Hey, it works," he grinned down at her.

Wisdom took out one piece at a time, slowly, and began arranging the berry slices in the cream on her. A single -- albeit slightly crooked -- line running through the middle of the whipped cream ridge trailing from her chest down to the chestnut curls between her legs was easy, and quick, but it took him quite a long time to arrange more strawberry slices in the white foam swirls on her breasts, as he leaned over her to gradually build up two circles of rich red fruit on each side, centered on the carefully still-uncovered blood-darkened nipples peeking out of their froth cushion. The final touch was strawberry highlights in the two tiny tufts of whipped cream nestled enticingly in the hollows of her throat.

"Are we done, Wisdom? What now?" Kitty's voice was low, breathless in anticipation, even as she lifted up her head as high as she could, and tried to look down at herself to see the results of his efforts.

"Well, this *is* supposed t' be a layer cake, love, ain't it?" Pete laughed at her slightly cross-eyed expression as she strained to see his cake decoration. "So, right now, I'm plannin' on eatin' the first layer. Lie still, now -- yer wreckin' me artist's masterwork fidgetin' around."

Continued in Part 3...