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 4

As Kitty's ragged breathing slowed gradually, Wisdom lifted his head up -- after dropping a butterfly-light kiss on her belly button -- and sat back on the floor in a crumpled sagging heap with a groan of relief at getting his weight off his aching knees for the moment. He thought about lighting up a cigarette for a fleeting instant, but settled for thirstily gulping down several swallows of the liquor in his hip flask.

His still-blindfolded girlfriend stirred against the ties holding her draped firmly in place over her new computer chair, her soft "Pete? Where are you?" galvanizing him to see to her comfort also.

"You ok, love? Or do you need lettin' loose?"

"Not if we're going to play some more, you silly old git. And I'm assuming we're not done yet -- unless you came in your pants just now..." Kiss-swollen lips curled up in a teasing, reassuring smile as she tilted her head toward the sound of his voice. Kitty knew he'd release her immediately as soon as he'd played through whatever particular scenario he'd planned; his question just now signaled one of the intermissions he was always careful to include, during which she could decide whether to continue or not -- even though she'd never yet felt any desire or need to stop him in the middle of any creative loveplay his devious mind had come up with. "I'm fine, Pete, really."

"Wot about a drink, then?"

Her small pink tongue came out reflexively to lick at her lips. "Yeah, sounds good."

Pete forced himself to ignore those moistened, glistening, inviting lips for the moment, pushing back the sharp stab of his own still unsated desire a little longer, knowing his ultimate satisfaction would be all the greater for the brief delay. "Water?"

Kitty felt her chair jerk slightly, as he leaned his weight on it to lever himself up to his feet creakily. "Mmm, yeah... or better yet, I'd rather your scotch, but with lots of water... and ice, lots of ice..." Then she had to stop and laugh, at his low-voiced grumbling about bloody yanks with no taste ruining good scotch.

Her computer lab was well-equipped with the major conveniences of office life -- a coffee maker and a boom-box, of course, but also a small refrigerator and a large water cooler. It only took Wisdom a moment before he was back kneeling in front of her again, holding a glass up to her lips and letting her swallow the contents slowly, a few sips at a time. In between, he entertained himself and her both by dipping a finger into the glass and dribbling a few drops on her small, erect nipples, then leaning in to lick up all traces of the liquid, his tongue rasping across the crinkled, engorged flesh, before straightening back up to let Kitty have another mouthful. As her head tilted back to catch the last swallow, he leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the last faint traces of liquor as her mouth opened eagerly in welcome.

Their mouths still glued together, Pete's hand reached down to the moist matted curls between Kitty's still-outspread legs, to gently stroke her hot wet core beneath. She gasped and moaned with renewed fervor as his fingers slid back into her once again, a steady in-and-out rhythm that matched her racing heartbeat, that forced her breath harder, shallower -- testing, teasing, drawing her right back toward the edge. His thumb grazed the already swollen, highly sensitized nubbin of flesh and nerves within, while his lips curved against hers in a smile, feeling the sudden movement of air as his woman inhaled sharply. She was close, so close... and then he changed his rhythm slightly -- deeper, harder -- and another orgasm struck her like lightning, making the slender brunette arch her back on a long wordless cry captured by Pete's waiting, eager mouth.

While Kitty struggled to regain her breath again, her lover forced himself to hold back on his own increasing need to alleviate the hunger twitching and bulging beneath his worn black trousers just a little longer, until she'd had a bit of time to recover. Wisdom gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her flushed face with one hand, dropping his other down caressingly onto the quivering flesh of her thigh and sliding it along the bright red lace to her bound ankle. "C'mon, love, phase loose now an' save me achin' old bones crawlin' down under again t' get at th' knots."

It only took her a second. "But what about *you*, Pete?" She stretched out her newly freed legs, to wrap them around her lover still kneeling in front of her.

He chuckled low in his throat, leaning forward against her as her legs tightened around his back. "Relax, Pryde, we ain't done yet." He slid his hands up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, while he kissed her again, his mouth on hers hard and demanding, then he pushed himself back out of her unconventional embrace. "Hang on fer just one more minute..."

Heaving himself upright again, Wisdom stepped back one or two paces and stripped off his clothes hurriedly, letting them fall any which way on the floor while his vivid blue eyes stayed rivetted on the enticing figure before him. Kitty had let her head loll back against the seatback to rest her neck, which tilted her face up so that her slightly open mouth seemed to be waiting for another kiss. Her arms were still held up over her head, raising her small breasts as if on display, and her legs were still open in mute welcome, showing his straining erection its highly desired goal.

He couldn't hold back any longer. Stepping forward and bending down, he slid his hands around her slender waist. "Up, love, an' shift over..." Guiding her with his hands as much as his words, supporting some of her weight, helping her heave herself up partway out of the seat and twist around until she was facing the other way, the now-naked Englishman bent and wriggled awkwardly to slide in under her, his body between her legs, his head and chest within the loose circle of her arms, then let her settle back down so that she half-sat, half-lay sprawled across his chest and lap. With her hands still tied to the chair's headrest behind his neck, Kitty braced herself as best she could, her arms braced on his shoulders, shifting around cautiously in his firm embrace while she maneuvered her long, supple legs in almost impossible contortion, gingerly feeling her way until she managed to slide them through the convenient openings between the padded chair back and its cushioned armrests.

Not for the first time -- or the last -- Pete thought to himself that he'd never seen or felt anything so beautiful in his entire life. Kitty's sleek, slender body was slick and glistening now; he could see little beads of sweat trickling down between her small up-thrust breasts, feel more under his palms gliding over her trim flanks and buttocks as he pulled her up against him. Her face was glowing luminously with passion both sated and rekindled, and she had a secretive seductive smile on her lips. She was unconsciously purring in pleasure as she snuggled even closer, rubbing her wet, welcoming center over his erect member. Wisdom growled deep in his throat in response, tightening his grip on her hips. "Kitty... now, love, please..."

"Yes," she whispered to him, lifting herself up off of his abdomen. "Now, Pete... come in to me now..." He gently guided her on top of him, sliding her down and over him with painful slowness. His seeking, insistent erection brushed her entrance, pausing for a split second before thrusting into her. Kitty threw her head back and cried out, the sound echoing loudly around her computer room. She began rocking atop of her lover, sending thrills of pleasure down his body. He gripped her taut buttocks firmly, urging her on, while he bent and captured one of her nipples with his mouth, teasing it with his tongue for a moment, then sucking on her -- hard -- in time with his thrusts. She began to whimper softly, also in time with his strokes, each breath rising in pitch.

The soft sounds of spiralling pleasure Kitty made were like food to Pete's hungry soul, and he shuddered with pleasure every time she moaned his name, as much or more as when she moved on him. She'd phased her wrists free without even thinking about it, to run her hands deep into his hair and pull his head up until his mouth met hers eagerly. Shivers of delight coursed through her body into his, and still he rocked into her, taking all she offered, and more. He felt the pressure building in himself as mad thoughts jumbled through his fevered mind -- he wanted to crawl inside her, brand her as his own, pleasure her unconscious -- but pushed it back one more time, promising himself it would be just a little longer. His rhythm was ragged now, though, driven by his desire and need for release. Kitty's breathing, too, was hard and uneven now, unconsciously mirroring his. He felt her tighten on him, her inner muscles beginning to ripple over his shaft buried within her. His own groin felt like a ball of electric heat. He was losing control, his vision washing away in white, and he suddenly thrust upwward, driving himself in to the hilt, his spasms of release sweeping Kitty over the edge into yet another orgasm.

Gasping hoarsely, he sagged back against the sweat-slick black leather seat, his arms rising automatically to wrap around his limp girlfriend and hold her close. Kitty had collapsed forward, atop him, and was nuzzling small, blind kisses all over his stubble-shadowed face in between disjointed murmurs of her love. Wisdom lifted one hand a bit shakily and pushed the blindfold up off her head, brushing tendrils of sweat-soaked hair off her face, kissing her gently in turn.

"Mmmm... I think that's *two* thank you's I owe you now, Pete..." Kitty chuckled softly as she snuggled languidly in her lover's embrace.

"Just makin' bloody damn sure next time yer sittin' in this chair playing with your bleedin' computer instead o' with me, you remember how you could be gettin' worshipped by yer devoted idolizer instead..."

The End