WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX AND BONDAGE GAMES IN THIS STORY. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual. If reading sex scenes would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 3

Holding her lover close with her bound arms around his neck, kissing him, revelling in the warm wet softness of his lips brushing hers lightly back and forth, Kitty darted out her tongue and Wisdom opened to allow her tongue access to its second home. As always, his kiss was rough and sweet, smooth and hot, tasting of secrets and passion -- a dark taste, intoxicating. He groaned wordlessly and his own tongue reached out to tangle with hers before slipping past and plundering her mouth, gentle and hard, tender and demanding.

Kitty suddenly thought about what they must look like together at that very moment... her slender, pale body -- almost nude, except for a wispy scrap of red silk and black lace running across her hips and the red-lace stockings and gloves, thin black bands tied around her wrists and eyes -- all set against the background of his usual black suit and tie, with just the white shirt for a break... and her knees buckled at the wave of hot arousal that washed through her at that mental image.

Pete felt her sagging against him, and pulled away to gaze at her beautifully flushed, upturned face, his own habitual scowl magically softened into an unbelievably tender expression. "Kitty? You alright, love?" Before he could say any more, her arms around his neck yanked his head back down and her blindly seeking mouth homed in on the sound of his low, husky voice, to lock her lips back against his as if trying to suck the very life out of him into herself.

Sometimes -- often, in fact, and this was yet another of those times -- Pete thought to himself that he could just kiss Kitty forever and ever without getting tired of the sensations she evoked in him. Eventually, though, the mesmerized Englishman remembered his earlier plans, and he pulled away from her again. Straightening up, he reached up and firmly unhooked her arms from around his neck. "C'mon, Kit, play along with me here. It'll be worth it, I promise..."

Wisdom kept one hand holding her bound arms, as he turned sideways and slid his other arm around her waist to hold her against his side. "Careful, Pryde, just a few steps now..." He led her back over to her new computer chair, supporting her with his arm around around her waist to keep her from stumbling in her blindfold, even though he knew Kitty's training meant she could probably navigate the whole complex blindfolded if she had to. "Right, love, sit now."

With his sure hold providing guidance, Kitty seated herself. Pete could see and feel her little quiver of sensual delight at the touch of butter-soft leather against her bare buttocks and back as she settled in. Then the Englishman lifted her arms up above and behind her head, to tie off her bound wrists to the headrest. "Too tight, love?"

Kitty shifted her arms and shoulders around a bit, testing the odd position. "No, it's fine, Pete, I'm all right like this."

Wisdom had to stop for a moment then, to feast his eyes on the way her current pose lifted her pert firm breasts up even higher, the small pink nipples crinkling up from the cool air wafting over them -- and then he just had to bend down and kiss each of her breasts in turn, he just couldn't resist.

But then he straightened up again, struggling to resist the mute appeal in Kitty's body straining toward him. "Don't try 'n' rush me, Pryde. I got me a plan here, I do..."

And it was past time he got on with it. Wisdom knelt down on the floor in front of her with a muttered groan. He lifted up one long, sleek, red-clad leg by the ankle, to drape it over the chair's armrest. "Still ok, love?" At Kitty's reassuring nod, "Right, then," he pulled yet another tie from his jacket pocket, and wound one end snugly around her ankle.

"What are you up to, you devious old git?"

"We're just goin' t' break yer new present in all nice an' proper, love -- like we break in me new ties, right? I just want t' be sure when yer sittin' in it workin' that you know what yer bloody missin'..." The dark-haired Englishman twisted around with another mumbled imprecation about his aching joints to tie off the other end of the worn black fabric under the chair seat.

An enchanting little giggle surprised him as he carefully backed out from under the low seat. "Oh, Pete, that's so sweet..."

"Wot?" That wasn't quite what he'd been expecting.

"That's just so sweet, and so cute -- you're actually jealous of my computers," she laughed in sheer delight.

"Too right I'm jealous, love -- every minute you spend playin' with them is time yer not playin' with me." Her lover repeated his actions on her other side with a last tie he pulled out of his pocket, so Kitty was sitting with her arms held overhead and her legs raised and outspread.

"Pete, believe me -- you don't need to be jealous." Her voice was soft and kind, the musical lilt of her joyous laughter still coloring it. "I love you more than any old computer, you stupid git, really I do."

"Well then..." Wisdom had to stop for a minute, to clear his throat after her somewhat nontraditional -- but still heartfelt -- declaration. "So mebbe I just want t' worship my computer goddess all right an' proper like..."

He didn't move for a long minute though, just knelt there in front of her, awestruck by the breathtaking sight of her beautiful body open and waiting for him, so much more glorious than he'd imagined -- even though he'd set the pose up himself. The infatuated Londoner didn't know how long his reverent reverie might have lasted, but the object of his rapt adoration suddenly started squirming around, whimpering at the lack of his touch, "Pete, please... Where are you?"

"Just one more bleedin' minute, love." Wisdom braced himself on the ends of the armrests just below her legs, and hauled himself upright with another groan. He glanced around, but didn't see what he was looking for -- a cushion or pad or pillow. Used to improvising over years of botched missions, he walked over to pick up his girlfriend's discarded jeans and sweatshirt. Back in front of his increasingly impatient girlfriend, he spread her clothing out on the floor to serve as impromptu padding for what he had every intention would be a long drawn-out play session and dropped back onto his knees.

Kitty jumped, an involuntary twitch when she felt his fingers gently slide along the exposed underside of one arm, swirling languid designs as they caressed the long, sleek muscles, the incredibly soft skin. His hands began to rove over her body, stroking and caressing, tracing those patterns of delight that he knew so intimately across her ribcage, her slender waist, down to her thighs, then retracing a path upward to those irresistable little breasts.

Her sight cut off by the makeshift blindfold, Kitty found all her other senses heightened. She could hear her lover, the rustling of his rumpled clothes, the squeak of his old, worn leather shoes; she could smell him, the familiar mingling of sweat and nicotine, scotch and cheap aftershave; more, she could taste him even after their last kiss, her small pink tongue coming out to run over her lips to catch every last bit of his flavor lingering on her mouth. But, most of all, she could feel him -- even without activating his mutant power, Wisdom's least touch anywhere on her skin trailed flames, incandescent flickers that traveled with lightning swiftness from the scorching drag of his fingers to dance along her nerve endings and heat her center as his sure hands swept over her slender form with a casual, self-confident possessiveness that seared through her soul to brand her as his.

One hand rolled a nipple between calloused fingertips, and she could feel her whole body tingling at that brief flare of mixed pleasure and pain. His palms spread out on her chest to knead and caress her breasts, and Kitty felt the fire within her growing, spreading downward from her torso through her veins. For a brief moment, Pete stretched back up to kiss her mouth again, while his hands slid down her thighs, finding the warmth of her center and teasing their way through the damp curls and around the moist folds underneath, one of his fingers gently penetrating her for a tantalizing instant. Then he pulled his hand away again and she whimpered a wordless protest, until she felt his coarse unruly hair brushing against her chest as he slid slowly down her body, kissing each millimeter of skin along the way with something akin to worship, until his head was down between her legs.

With a low moan, Kitty pressed back against the butter-soft leather covering her new chair, delighting in every caress. Her breath caught as her lover's lips traced a path along her inner thigh, lightly nipping the sensitive skin. Shifting restlessly in anticipation, she felt his hands slide under her trim hips to grasp her buttocks and hold her still. The rough, worn fabric of his suit jacket rubbed against her nakedness, and Kitty realized with a thrill Wisdom was still fully clothed as he knelt in front of her naked body splayed out so invitingly before him.

When he suddenly pressed a hot kiss on the very core of her, Kitty gasped, arching her back in pleasure. She pressed her pelvis forward, desperately trying to get a little more of that sweet sensation, the sinuous movements of her lithe hips making an urgent appeal to him as he pulled back. "Pete, please..." she pleaded, a hint of desperation in her ragged voice.

"Not yet," he told her softly in a growl husky with passion, the moist warmth of his breath tantalizing her skin where it puffed over her. He lifted his head again, licking the salty sweat from between her breasts, kissing her stomach, playing with her nipples, flicking his tongue in and around her navel... driving her crazy with his teasing playfulness. Pete heard her call out his name again when he suddenly dipped his head lower once more, his tongue, warm and wet, circling and flicking with deliberate strength over her. Kitty cried out against the sudden thrill that exploded through her body, his mouth moving hot and demanding against her softness as waves of sensation flowed through her.

Over and over he brought her to the very edge, then stopped before that indefinable something he knew so well would push her over, until the ache of desire in her loins was almost painful. Wisdom could feel her fervid response as Kitty slipped further and further into the white-hot intensity of arousal, leaving her breathless with desire and abandon. He drew away slightly, and the muscles in her trim thighs quivered as she tried to keep in contact. Kitty heard her lover chuckle as he smoothed his hands over her thighs and abdomen and ribs before resuming his bent position between her legs.

Her entire body was on fire as Pete pushed her knees further apart, to make room for his shoulders between her thighs. His fingers were *there* again, tracing circles around the swollen nub he seemed to know was too sensitive to touch right now. But then his tongue touched her again and heat flashed through her, arching her back off the chair and sending her hands twisting futilely in their bonds above her head.

Every time Wisdom's tongue touched her, Kitty thrust up against him so hard his jaw ached -- they would both be bruised tomorrow. Pete continued to make love to her with lips and teeth and tongue and fingers as the slender brunette moaned her pleasure, thrusting and squirming against him, following the inexorable rhythm of his mouth and his hands. He could feel her body tensing as she flew higher and higher, and this time he took her back up to the edge... and then beyond. Pete held on tightly to her buttocks and licked and sucked her slick sex until he was rewarded by orgasmic spasms of hips, thighs, and belly muscles, and he heard his dazed and shaken girlfriend gasp and cry out his name again, her entire body shuddering with the power of her release as he continued to move with her until she was completely spent.

Coal-black lashes shading blue eyes alight with love and more than a bit of smug male satisfaction, Wisdom leaned his face into Kitty's quivering, sweat-soaked belly, breathing in the heady musky aroma of her as he patiently waited for his lady to recover. He was feeling rather pleased with himself at the moment-- and also looking forward to what he planned next...

Continued in Part 4...