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 4

"Pete, please, you can't be serious!" Kitty twisted her head around frantically, watching her lover strolling around the table where she lay outspread, holding up Amanda's camera and peering through the viewfinder appraisingly. "Don't you *dare* take any pictures of me like this, you stupid wanker!"

Wisdom set the camera down on a nearby counter immediately and walked over to the table quickly, to stroke her flushed cheek soothingly. "Shh, I tol' you, love, we won't do anythin' you don't really want. Now relax -- yer smearin' up me cake decorations." He held her head still, gently cupping it in his warm, calloused palms. "Let me get you cleaned up..."

Keeping one hand stroking the thick brown hair off her forehead, he bent down to her neck, his tongue coming out to lick at the whipped cream smeared there, his lips and teeth delicately picking up the strawberry piece that had slid down onto the smooth curve of her shoulder. Taking his time, bracing his weight with his other hand on the table, careful not to let it touch her, Pete made sure there wasn't a trace of cream left on her soft skin, mingling a variety of kisses in-between long strokes of his tongue, reveling in the way she arched her head back to better expose the long graceful column to his attentions. He walked around to the other side of the table, and repeated his ministrations on the other half of her neck. Each time his mouth touched her, he could feel as well as hear her breath catching for an instant in her throat, and whenever he lifted up again briefly she couldn't hold back a low moan wordlessly protesting that momentary deprivation.

Kitty had closed her eyes, to better concentrate on the sensations his lips and teeth and tongue were creating. She opened them when Pete hadn't touched her for some time, suddenly afraid he'd gone back to the camera she'd forgotten about for the past few minutes. But she found him just standing next to her, gazing down at her with his ever-present need glowing in his vivid blue eyes. "What's wrong, Wisdom? Not hungry any more, or you don't like your cake? You can usually eat a lot more than you have so far..." She arched her back where she lay on the table, thrusting her strawberries-and-cream-covered breasts up toward him, and smirked to see him unconsciously licking his lips.

It was that smug little smile that made up Pete's mind. "I tol' you, Pryde, I don't want t' mess up me cake trim until I get a few pictures, as a memento, like."

"Pete!"

Before Kitty could resume protesting again, he brushed his fingers through her hair and over her face again soothingly. "Why not? What's scarin' you about me idea so bad, love? I thought you were enjoyin' yerself here, with me, like this -- ain't you?"

"Of course I am, you stupid git," Kitty's voice was calmer now, steadier than a moment ago, but she was beet-red now, her cheeks hot to his touch as she forced herself to go on, "but I don't anybody but you to see me like this, Pete, *please*..."

Wisdom snatched his hand away from her as if burned. "Bloody hell, Pryde! I wasn't plannin' no soddin' exhibition. Wot, you think I was goin' t' peddle yer snaps around the friggin' pub fer beer money?"

"No, of course not! I trust you, Pete -- that's not the problem." She strained upward, trying to re-establish contact, debating whether she should phase free so that she could reach out and touch him in turn. "I wouldn't mind a bit if it were just you. But I don't want some sicko clerk getting their kicks developing the film."

"I'd kill any bleedin' clerk saw you like this, love." His voice was still sharp but his hand had returned to her face. "I'm a spy, Pryde, remember? I can develop me own film, in a broom closet with naught but house-type supplies if I need to. I'd not let anyone else but us see."

Kitty opened her mouth eagerly to nip and suck at his fingertips running lightly along her lips, relaxing as the misunderstanding became clear, murmuring, "Well, I just told you, I wouldn't mind a bit if it were just you."

He bent down to kiss her, her tongue engaging his as she'd just welcomed his fingers, then lifted up again. "I promise, love. We'll develop the film tomorrow, just us two, an' if you hate the snaps I'll burn 'em right then an' there." But he didn't rush off to grab the camera immediately. He leaned over her again, brushing her hair aside to nibble on her sensitive earlobes before moving downward to lick and suck at the soft flesh of her neck and shoulders, exactly what he'd been doing right before the little argument had distracted them, waiting until he felt her body fully relaxed, any residual tension due only to growing arousal. Only then did he straighten up, to ask once again, "Ok then, love?"

The only response he got was a contented "mmm-hmm..." as Kitty began to writhe slowly, sensuously, on the table in a subtle, deliberate, sexual display that was almost enough to drive any thoughts of photography out of his mind. But Wisdom was nothing if not stubborn. He forced himself to move away, to grab the camera he'd dropped on the counter, then circled her quickly while snapping a number of shots. Despite his apparent rush, he was careful to concentrate on her upper body and face in most of the snaps -- he didn't want lewd pictures of a nameless body, he wanted sexy views of his perfect Kitty.

Pete didn't even notice there was still quite a bit of unused film left when Kitty arched high again, moaning his name softly. He just set the camera aside without a second thought while he came back up to the table. They stared into each other's eyes for a long silent moment as he stood looming over her, then Wisdom muttered huskily, "You look right beautiful, love..." He grinned suddenly, a devilish gleam in those vivid blue eyes. "In fact, you look good enough t' eat..."

Bending down, he flicked his tongue teasingly over one barely-exposed nipple, which instantly seemed to strain upward, yearning. But he turned his head slightly instead, and first started eating the strawberry slices he'd arranged in circles around her engorged nipple, then slowly began licking the cream still clinging to her breast, laving her skin with long strokes, pausing here and there to suck or nibble gently. Finally, when no trace of white froth remained against her own paleness, Pete returned to the hard nub topping the small mound of firm silky flesh, closing his mouth over the pink bud and sucking on it with such delicious skill that Kitty whimpered, straining upward toward him.

She tensed and cried out, a loud wordless complaint, when he released her and stepped back, then crooned her pleasure when he walked around to repeat the process on her other side. As before, he used his hands to brace his weight on the table, so that only his mouth was touching her. Kitty's hips were jerking slightly as his teeth delicately collected the pieces of sweet red fruit and his warm tongue slid over the cool, silky, whipped cream. Once again, he finished up by sucking the now-uncovered nipple deeply into his mouth, where he gently nipped at her rock-hard flesh.

Kitty began to wriggle more than a bit as he started working his way down the length of her torso, following the line of strawberries and cream he'd run down from between her breasts to the tantalizing brown thatch below, tickling her a little in the process. Pete paused to tongue the cream from her navel, sucked deeply at it, then paused. While he moved around between her wide-spread legs at last and lowered his head, she was shivering in anticipation and panting with arousal. By the time he'd licked away all the cream matting her brown curls, she was moaning and whimpering her need for release, her hips twisting frantically under his mouth.

He straightened up, smiling that devastating, wicked smile of his at her immediate howl of protest. "Cakes come in layers, love, an' that were just one layer..."

Walking over to the counter, Pete picked up the bowl of whipped cream while Kitty pleaded breathlessly, "Pete, *please*... I can't take much more of this, come back here *now* and love me, you stupid git..."

"Don't rush me 'ere, love," Wisdom smirked at her, but he could never ignore her needs. He moved more quickly, to dribble a line of cream along each taut, quivering thigh, and spoon a generous helping onto the rich chestnut hair between and the delicate folds of skin below. Pete had set the bowl back out of the way and was reaching for the strawberry slices when Kitty called out for him again, at which he grabbed a small handful of bright red fruit that he dropped haphazardly into the mound of white froth he'd jut deposited on her. Bracing his hands again on either side of her outstretched legs, he bent down yet again, to a second helping of his dessert.

Several long licks which made her jump were enough to clear the thin trickle of cream he'd run along her thighs, licks interrupted by gentle nibbles at her firm flesh, moving gradually upward on each side toward her innermost core.

Then he tasted her curls again, tugging them gently between his lips while he gobbled up the bits of strawberries and cleaned away the fresh layer of cream. Deepening the movement, his tongue swirled around her sensitized nether lips, making her hips jerk again. Then Wisdom burrowed even deeper, stabbing his tongue deep inside, and she gasped and writhed and moaned while his tongue went to work, licking and sucking at her until the pleasure of it drove every other thought from her mind. She wanted to clamp her legs together, to trap and hold his head to her, but the loose bonds reminded her to hold her position. Glancing down, Kitty could see Pete looking up at her from between her thighs. Half his face was hidden, but those intense blue eyes burned with mingled desire and triumph when she threw back her head and cried out her satisfaction as her whole body was wracked with a series of shudders.

"'ere, love." Kitty sat up, phasing out of the loose tea-towel bonds automatically, as soon as Wisdom slipped his arm under her shoulders. He helped her slide off the table and stand on wobbly legs, supporting her in his warm embrace while she concentrated on catching her breath. She knew exactly what Pete was going to say before he got the next words out. "Ok, so wot did you think -- was my dessert better than Rahney's cake, or no?"

"Wot I think, love," imitating his London accent perfectly, "is that it's your turn. So lose the trousers and get your butt up on that table -- and I hope you didn't give Amanda *all* the chocolate ice cream..."

THE END :-)