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

She didn't have any trouble at all finding the building -- Wisdom's instructions were, as always, clear and detailed and precise. Setting the stealthed plane to hover over the roof, Kitty got up and let Nightcrawler take over the pilot's seat. Then, as he kept the plane silently hanging in place, she phased through the side and air-walked down to the roof. It was dark enough outside by now she wasn't really worried about being seen by anyone looking up from the street or a nearby building's windows. In keeping with her lover's preference for mufti, she wore a dark blue top tucked into her usual loose and comfortable jeans, and a brown leather jacket, all of which blended into the night easily.

Once outside the Runner's camouflage field, Kitty couldn't see the plane anymore, but she stopped as soon as she'd touched down on the roof and waved, knowing that Kurt wouldn't leave until he saw her safely down. Then, still following Wisdom's detailed instructions, she found the door to the emergency/maintenance stairwell and phased inside.

Since she was headed for the penthouse, she only had to go down one flight of stairs before coming out, cautiously, into an empty hallway. There were two doors, leading to the two penthouse suites this hotel had on its uppermost floor. Again, following directions, she phased into the one on the western side, after listening at the door for a few moments to check for any noises indicating the room within might be occupied, even though she still had ample time before Pete's meeting was due to start, according to her watch.

Once inside, she glanced around curiously. It was dim inside -- no lamps were lit in the small foyer the door led to, or in the large sitting room just beyond -- but, as her eyes adjusted, she could make out some of her surroundings with just the bit of the evening's outdoor lights coming in through a large, open window, whose heavy curtains were looped back.

From what she could make out, the sitting room was decorated in a Victorian style, but in light, airy fabrics and colors rather than heavy and gloomy clutter. She could make out a white marble mantel gleaming in the dusk above an empty fireplace. A small sofa flanked by two wingback chairs formed a cozy conversational group in front of the fireplace, with a white wicker table placed a comfortable distance in front of the seating arrangements and matching wicker endtables holding large porcelain lamps, currently dark as everything else in the room. There were some kind of small flower arrangements on the coffee table and on the mantel, and even larger bouquets in vases against the walls, one on a table set under the window and the other on a credenza against the opposite wall. Walking past there on her way to the bedroom door, Kitty saw a variety of liquor and glasses set out on a silver-chased tray next to the flowers. Bending over to open the credenza door, she found a quite modern television/stereo setup hidden within.

Kitty would have really liked to explore the elegant, luxurious and obviously expensive quarters a bit more, but she was running out of time. She walked over to the bedroom door, the plush carpet and her old sneakers only aiding in the usual silence of her graceful movements, and froze when she saw a dim glow coming from under the doorjamb. She stood at the door for several long heartbeats, but couldn't hear anything from the inner room over the bustling street noises outside the open window. Then she took a deep breath, and phased though the bedroom door.

She had thought she was ready for anything, but the sight that met her eyes inside proved her wrong.

The subdued glow she'd seen under the door came from candles. They covered the mantel of a matching fireplace obviously backing onto the one in the sitting room, and filled the fireplace hearth itself, also. They stood on either side of a massive floral arrangement on a long table under the curtained window. They illuminated the nightstands on either side of the bed while the bedside lamps remained unlit, and shone on more wine and liquor bottles and glasses waiting on top of the large chest of drawers on one side of the room.

All those flickering candles cast a golden fairy sheen throughout the whole room, especially over the huge four-poster canopied bed to which her eyes had been drawn irresistibly. Her lover lay on top of the bedcovers, naked, his head turned toward her.

"What took you so bloody long, Pryde? I been waitin' 'ere t' get the friggin' show on the soddin' road since bleedin' forever."

Jerked out of her stupor by his normal abrasive growl, Kitty came up to the bed to take a closer look, wondering if she could possibly have imagined what she thought she had seen. But the hallucinatory vision in front of her remained unchanged. Pete Wisdom was lying on the bed, naked. Spread-eagled, his arms were pulled up over his head and his wrists tied to the two wooden posts at the head of the bed, and his legs were pulled apart and his ankles tied to the posts at the foot, all with wide blue lace ribbons carefully tied into proper, pretty bows. And -- Kitty tried unsuccessfully to stifle her growing giggles -- he had a matching, large blue lace bow tied around his neck and -- she lost the battle with her growing mirth and simply stared down at him, pointing a finger shaky with her chortling -- he had another, smaller blue lace bow tied around his exposed manhood, that little bow bobbing entrancingly as the flesh beneath twitched in semi-arousal.

"Just what the hell are you got up as, Wisdom?" Kitty gasped out through her hearty laughter, as she collapsed down onto the bed next to him with a most ungraceful thump.

"Always thought you was smart, Pryde. I'm your present, o' course." And Pete gave her his best lecherous leer, waggling his eyebrows at her. Well, she thought in a renewed fit of the giggles, there wasn't much else he *could* move right now.

"So, what's the occasion?" She played along with his jocular tone even though she already knew the answer, and realizing he'd set all this up for her touched her to the quick, almost bringing tears to mingle with her hilarity.

His voice changed, getting deep and husky. "Only the best year of me whole sorry life, an' just the first of many more to come." He strained upwards against the delicate-looking but strong bonds, but couldn't move more than a few inches and groaned softly in frustration.

"Oh, Pete, I do love you so much." Kitty leaned down until she lay on his chest, running her hands up into his thick black hair to hold his head in place for a long, deep kiss, his mouth opening eagerly to welcome her, her tongue diving in to seek his out.

Quite a few moments passed before she raised her head again, pausing to drop quick kisses on his chin and nose as he tried fruitlessly to raise his to follow her. "So, that's it, you cheapskate?" She chuckled again as the giant blue lace bow at his neck tickled her gently, then finally noticed how closely the rich blue of the lace matched his vivid blue eyes. "You put a few bows on yourself, and that's supposed to pay me back for a whole year of putting up with you?" But it was far, far more than enough, as the fresh kiss she bestowed on him immediately after her mock complaint proved to both of them.

Kitty lifted her head again after a while and, propping herself up on his chest, stared at him, with an anticipatory gleam in her big expressive eyes that sent a shiver up Pete's spine. "Goin' t' unwrap me now, love?"

"Nope." She ran her hands down over his chest, tweaking his nipples and smiling at his responsive groan. "I like my present, thank you very much, just like it is right now." Her mouth dropped to lick and suck at the small dark nubbins her fingers were still playing with.

"Don't y' want the rest, then?" Pete's voice was already hoarse and breathless, her touch teasing him as his words teased her.

"What?" Kitty was truly surprised -- just this, just Pete here like this with her, was already so much more than she'd expected.

"Gimme a drink first, love, an' then I'll tell you." His grin was cocky with self-satisfaction, even as his eyes blazed with banked desire.

Getting up, after kissing him one more time just because she couldn't resist that tempting mouth, Kitty paused a moment to drop her jacket on a convenient chair and then went over to the chest of drawers where she'd noticed bottles and glasses when she'd come in. To her amazement, she found the decanter she'd bought earlier that day, filled now with rich amber liquid from the empty bottle next to it, which she also recognized. "Pete!"

It was his turn to chuckle. "It's right perfect, love, just like you are. Amanda 'ported that all down 'ere soon as you an' her furry friend took off," he explained smugly, then grinned again. "Them fancy pants really wot you think o' me?"

She filled the two lead-crystal glasses she'd picked out to go with the decanter with generous portions of the rare Scotch, and came back to sit next to him on the bed again. Setting one glass down on the night table after taking a long, appreciative sip that had him licking his lips thirstily, Kitty waved the other tumbler over Wisdom's face temptingly. "Ok, Pete, give. There's obviously been some kind of conspiracy here. Just what have you been up to?"

"Well, first, we got this place here fer a week, an' our fearless leader ain't expectin' us back right quick." He strained upward again, and Kitty shifted herself to slide a gentle hand around to help support his head as she held the glass to his lips. She couldn't help giggling again at the big blue lace bow at his neck, while he sipped the whisky gratefully, sighing his appreciation.

"And what am I supposed to do for clothes and such all that time?" she asked him obligingly, even though she could already guess the answer. "Or are you planning on us spending the whole week in bed, so I won't need any?"

"Sounds like a right good plan t' me, love," he leered back at her suggestively. "But Meggan an' Amanda packed you some things -- they're in the wardrobe, there." That was exactly what she'd guessed, but then he managed to surprise her yet again. "An' you can always go shoppin' while we're here..."

"Are you actually offering to go shopping with me?" she interrupted him in flabbergasted amazement. "Now that's what I call a present."

"Don't push it, Pryde." Kitty laughed again at his automatic, aghast refusal, then reached out to take another long sip from her glass as Pete continued, "You can go shoppin' while I go 'round checkin' in with some mates, see? But I figured you'd want t' get a few special things..."

Rising to the obvious bait, she asked archly, "And why would I want to do that? Something else you haven't told me?" Setting her glass back down, she lay on Pete's warm chest again, nuzzling at him contentedly, her hand casually straying downward toward his hips and what lay between them.

His breathing was getting faster and more ragged as his chest heaved under her lips and his hips jerked forward and upward at her feather-light touch, as far as they could in his restraints. "Well, I reckoned you'd want t' see your old mate, that sod Thomas, mebbe us have dinner with him or some such fool idea, an' then I got us tickets t' a show -- that bloody 'Cats' thing seemed a natural fer you..."

He groaned at the sudden loss of contact as she sat back up to stare down at him. "Pete! I've been dying to see that for ages, but they're sold out way in advance and something always comes up... How on earth did you manage that?"

"That ol' git Jardine pulled me a few strings," Pete smirked, then gasped and moaned loudly. Sitting up, her hand could rove his whole body much more easily, and she'd just wrapped her warm, soft fingers around his aching, straining erection. Kitty smiled at his soft "Please," then bent down to kiss him quickly, teasingly, straightening back up to adjust the little bow tied around his now-rampant manhood, and got up to go fix him a fresh drink.

She came back in a minute and sat down next to him again, lifting his head once more as she held the warm liquor to his eager lips. "So, is that it? We have a beautiful room -- a couple of rooms, actually, all to ourselves for a whole week, and tickets to a musical I can't wait to see. You're willing to visit Dai Thomas with me, which I assume means you're promising to behave yourself and not start your usual battle, and I have your gracious permission to go shopping while we're here. Have I left anything out?" Kitty laughed at the mock-ferocious glare Pete gave her, as he jerked futilely against the blue lace ribbons tying him to the bed. "Oh, yes, and a wonderful boytoy to play with whenever I want..."

Her hands started stroking over his naked body again, tantalizingly, gliding easily over the thin layer of sweat making him gleam enticingly in the flickering golden glow of the scattered candles. She leaned down to lap delicately at his nipples again, enjoying his automatic groan. His voice was hoarse with desire as he choked out, "I thought mebbe you'd have things you might want us t' do t'gether, love, so -- sorry, no more plans. But I did bring down some of them CDs you like, an' your boombox, too. They're over there, on th' table by the window..."

She was raining hot kisses across his heaving chest now, gradually moving her mouth and hands downward, but paused long enough to ask, "Do you think we need some mood music for this?"

Kitty had thought he might ask her to dance for him now, to strip and join him in bed, and she was close. She could feel his skin rippling under the stimulation of her hands and mouth, as he growled huskily, "Might be nice, but wot I really think is, you're a bit overdressed fer the occasion, love. There's a little somethin' else waitin' fer you, in th' box by the music. Why don't you go see, an' then come back an' we can get down t' some serious celebratin'..."

Continued in Part 3...