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

The slight, black-haired Englishman came strolling back into the computer lab some ten or fifteen minutes after he'd left. Hands thrust deep into the sagging, bulging pockets of his rumpled old suitjacket, he slouched against one of the worktables with a deliberately nonchalant air, watching his girlfriend work in thoughtful silence.

After several minutes of that wordless regard, "Well? Did you want something, Wisdom?" Kitty asked, looking up at him, her insides melting as always at the sight of that lean face, with its shadowed jawline and sharp cheekbones, that faint little cleft in his chin -- and those sexy blue eyes fixed upon her.

"You busy, Pryde?" he drawled.

"Never too busy for you, Wisdom," she smiled up at her too-casual lover, knowing he was up to something, but always willing to play along. "Especially not when I still owe you a big thank you for my surprise." Letting him wait another few minutes, she saved her work, then got up and walked over to stand a tantalizingly short distance in front of him, just out of arm's reach. "So, what'd you have in mind?"

"First, lose the clothes, love," Wisdom leered at her comically, waggling his eyebrows, his usual signal that he was feeling particularly playful.

Between the drinks she'd had at the pub and the wonderful surprise her man had arranged for her, Kitty was feeling pretty mellow -- and more than a bit silly, herself. She couldn't help giggling at Pete's facial antics, even as she phased and stepped sideways so that her clothes fell and were left with her sneakers in a little heap on the floor. "Ok, Pete, now what?"

Gazing avidly at her slender, naked body, Wisdom licked at suddenly dry lips and stepped forward -- only to jerk to a sudden halt. "Wait just one minute, love... I fergot somthin' bloody important." He turned and walked toward one of the walls, where he punched in the correct code into the unobtrusive security panel to take the surveillance sensors and video cameras in this lab off-line until manually re-enabled. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of an audience himself, but he knew the possibility disturbed Kitty much more than it bothered him.

Walking back to where Kitty waited for him patiently over by her computer setup and new chair, Pete saw she was blushing faintly at the idea somebody might have been able to watch their upcoming play. "Sorry, love." He came up to her, and reached out to stroke her flushed cheeks, then slid his fingers down to glide across the pink stain coloring the tops of her milky white breasts.

Kitty stepped forward into the welcome reassurance of his sheltering embrace, slipping her arms under his open suitjacket to hug him close, snuggling up against him, unconcerned that she was completely unclothed while her boyfriend was still fully dressed -- as long as she was assured of their complete privacy. Besides, she was pretty sure that unequal situation wouldn't last very long. Meanwhile, one of his warm, rough hands slid upward along her bare back sensuously, to bury itself in her thick hair and gently press her head up and back for a deep kiss, before he pulled away slightly to look at her quizzically. "So, want t' play?"

"Mmm..." she swayed back against him, nuzzling her face into the warm hollow of his neck above the loosened tie and gaping shirt-collar, licking and sucking at his throat, murmuring against the slightly sweaty skin, "You know I always want to play with you, Wisdom..."

It took a lot of willpower to grasp her by the arms and step back from that sinuous, pliant body plastered against his, but Pete reminded himself their temporary deprivation would be worth it in the long run. "Ok, love, then you got to cooperate with me here."

"I thought I was cooperating with you," Kitty purred back, smiling at him wickedly as she deliberately straightened her nude body to thrust firm small breasts out, running her hands slowly down her sleek flanks. "What did you have in mind, then?"

"A little dress-up, t' start?" Wisdom thrust a hand into one of his jacket pocket and pulled out some bright, wispy scraps of fabric, then held them out to his girlfriend with a tentative gesture, his vivid blue eyes fixed on her to gauge her reaction.

"In a kinky mood again, Wisdom?" Kitty was careful to smile at him reassuringly as she held out her hand. "What've you got there for me?" She shook out the tangle he handed over, seeing his face light up with a pleased grin at her immediate acceptance, then started putting on the items one by one, while her now-smirking lover leaned back against her computer table to light a cigarette and stare at her graceful movements avidly.

First came a snugly-fitting red silk garter belt, embellished with rich ebony lace trim matching the midnight-black garters hanging down to glow darkly against smooth white thighs. She remembered Pete picking it out gloatingly, over in Salem Center when they'd both fled to the local shopping mall as a brief hiatus from the strain of visiting her friends in the X-men. She could also remember quite vividly how upset he had gotten a few seconds later when in her nervous embarrassment she'd made a bad joke about his trying to turn her into a two-bit hooker. Even though she'd apologized and bought every single thing he'd picked out before he'd stormed out on her, he'd never asked her to wear this particular piece -- until now. No wonder he'd looked a bit hesitant about whatever game it was he'd come up with in his always-devious mind.

Next came a pair of never worn, bright red, lacy stockings. Kitty was a bit surprised; her boyfriend's honestly tacky taste usually ran to black, or -- at her repeated prompting -- to her favorite blues. These, and an equally unworn white lace pair, had been included in a mixed 'gift pak' of several sets in different colors, which Wisdom had picked up on a whim in some shop one day. He'd quickly become almost as expert at sniffing out 'sexy' lingerie as he was at finding pubs, to her still considerable amazement.

The hose's cheery scarlet clashed with the deeper crimson shade of the garter belt but, considering the infatuated look on Pete's face and the way his breathing was starting to speed up, that didn't bother him one little bit. Kitty made a conscious effort to dress up slowly and seductively for his benefit, lifting each long leg in its turn to rest lightly on the edge of her new chair -- turned so he caught glimpses of firm white hip and thigh -- pulling each stocking up her leg a few inches at a time, then fiddling with attaching the black garters in front. Then she straightened up and turned her back to her mesmerized audience, asking coyly over her shoulder, "Want to do the ones in back for me, love?"

She smiled at the way his eyes seemed to blaze up at that, and he immediately put his cigarette down on her table (where neither of them noticed it searing a dark burn into the polished wood) and rushed over. Squatting down behind her, his calloused fingers fumbled at the two rear garters. It took him quite some time to get them hooked around her stockings by touch alone -- but his eyes were glued to the small, round buttocks so temptingly framed by red and black silk and lace directly in front of his face, and he couldn't resist peppering the milky-pale flesh with kisses ranging from pecks and nibbles to sucks and nips, chuckling at the way she twitched and squirmed at his attentions.

But his knees started hurting after some time in that awkward pose, and the garters were firmly attached, so Pete eventually hauled himself up, groaning, grabbing Kitty around her trim waist and using her as a support in rising. He stood there behind her for a few more moments, pausing to drop a few more licks and bites along her bare shoulders, then stepped back reluctantly, growling in that low, husky voice that always sent shivers racing along her spine, "Why don't you finish up gettin' ready, Pryde? Then we can get bloody serious 'bout this..."

Turning back to face him, Kitty reached over to pick up the last scraps of fabric, fingerless elbow-length gloves in red lace matching her stockings, and pulled them on just as slowly as the stockings, carefully posing so her arm motions kept Pete's view aimed at her bare breasts -- although he couldn't have dragged his eyes away no matter whatever else might be happening nearby. She took an extra minute to smooth the gloves along her arms, then ran her hands down her sides and across her hips to skim over the garter belt lying on her trim hips. "Is that it, Wisdom?" Everything she had on now he'd pulled out of one pocket -- but the other was still bulging suspiciously. Moving up close to him again, she lifted one hand up to clasp his tie. "I think *you're* a bit overdressed for the occasion, now. Want some help undressing... or changing?"

Laughing, Wisdom grabbed her other hand, which she'd tried to sneak unseen into his still-laden pocket, and stepped back again. "Yeah, I want yer help, love, but not that way. That ain't wot comes next."

Holding her wrist captive, Pete reached up to lift her other hand away from his tie, lifting first one and then the other up to his mouth, drawing each slender finger within in turn, licking and sucking at them while staring directly at her expressive face, watching those big brown eyes glaze over as her breathing got more and more ragged. Next, after brushing his lips one last time across her knuckles and turning her hands over to press a kiss into each palm, he brought both her arms out in front of her, crossing them one over the other, holding them gently in that position with one hand while he yanked out another of his stringy black ties from the pocket Kitty had been so curious about and used it to tie her wrists together snugly, the dull ebony just emphasizing the red lace underneath.

A length of narrow dark cloth still dangled loose when he was done. "That ok, love? Not too bloody tight?"

Kitty tugged at the bonds experimentally, careful not to phase and ruin their game, then smiled back at him, "It's fine, Pete." Before he could do anything else, she threw her bound arms up and over his head to lie around his neck, tugging him closer. As his arms came up around her automatically, she rubbed herself against his hard wiry body suggestively. She could feel Wisdom's chest heaving against her naked breasts as he started to breathe more heavily, and she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers prodding at her belly. Using her arms around her lover's neck as added support Kitty lifted herself up on her tip-toes, trying futilely to shift that pressure downward to the junction between her legs where she wanted and needed it. "Pete, please..."

Pete's hands slid down to her buttocks and yanked her upward another few inches as they both kept grinding their hips together. Kitty wasn't the only one contemplating a short end to the teasing game. Still fully clothed, her boyfriend couldn't really feel her silky bare skin glued against him -- except under his hands roving over her sleek form -- but memory and imagination filled the gap with the appropriate sensations. And he could certainly feel the hardened nipples poking against his shirtfront where her breasts were tightly mashed against his chest. But the former Black Air agent's determination could easily match Kitty's own well-known stubbornness (as Logan would cheerfully attest), and he had decided on his agenda earlier, and planned to stick to it, come hell or high water -- or the squirming bundle of glorious temptation and growing arousal now in his arms.

"Just a few more things, love," Wisdom muttered, his voice ragged, "An' then I promise I'll take o' you." He hauled yet another tie out of his stuffed pockets, then reached up to wrap it around Kitty's head as a makeshift blindfold, even as his eager girlfriend was busy laying down a trail of hungry kisses all along the raspy stubble shadowing his jawline.

She didn't show any signs of resisting or protesting her sudden loss of sight. Instead, when he bent down slightly to knot the black swathing firmly behind her head, trying to make sure none of her hair got caught, Kitty just took advantage of his shift in position to pull his head even lower, first getting hold of his earlobe in her teeth, then releasing it only to slide her tongue teasingly into his ear. He couldn't help giving it at that, sliding one arm down her svelte bare back to hold her close in turn, the other hand tangling in her thick chestnut mane to pull her head up and back so he could claim her mouth for another long, deep kiss.

Continued in Part 3...