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 3

Kitty got up from the bed, curious to see what else Pete had come up with but still moving away a bit reluctantly, her hand lingering on her lover's wiry body for an extra minute. When she reached the table, she immediately saw what he had to be referring to. Next to the portable stereo and a stack of familiar-looking CDs was a big, flat box, gift- wrapped in silver paper and -- she had to chuckle again -- tied with wide, blue lace ribbons that matched the ones that currently held Pete on the bed. There was no card visible, but she didn't need one to identify either the giver or the occasion, after all. She unwrapped the package slowly, carefully, then gasped as she folded back the tissue paper inside.

Behind her, Pete was craning his head upward, trying to gauge her reaction and muttering curses at not being able to see. Standing at the table under the curtained window, Kitty had her back to him, but he could hear her soft exclamation. "D' you like it, love? C'mon, I want to see you put it on..."

Turning around, holding the opened box in her hands, Kitty laughed at his prompting. "Oh, no -- I'm not going to change into this in front of you, I'm going to go change in the bathroom. You don't really need to see the intermediate stages. You've seen me get undressed before, lots of times, and I bet wriggling into this won't be anywhere near as sexy as taking it off would be. I'm sure you'll settle for just seeing the final effect. Besides, I want to see what I look like in this myself, first."

"Any wrigglin' you do is sexy as hell, love, you know that." Pete grinned at his girlfriend engagingly. "But you could untie me, an' I'll help you lose the clothes an' get into that..."

"Nice try, Wisdom, but, I told you, I like you just the way you are right now." His breath speeded up again, just from seeing the tip of her tongue come out and lick at her lips unconsciously. "I'll be right back."

Entering the bathroom, she saw it was as sumptuous as the rest of the suite, an enormous room in which an odd mixture of modern and Victorian blended together surprisingly well. The large glass-enclosed shower and jacuzzi next to it at one end were more luxurious than anything Kitty had seen for some time, while the rest of the fixtures were antique in style if not in actual age. The antique, free-standing bathtub with its large, lion's-paw feet was particularly tempting -- it and the assortment of bath powders, oils and lotions arranged on a wicker shelf hanging above it. She was impressed yet again with Pete's preparations when she saw all her personal supplies laid out neatly on one of the marble counters, with her lover's habitual mess already scattered nearby.

Wanting to get back to Pete as quickly as possible, Kitty phased out of her clothes, letting them drop in a little heap on the tiled floor as she took a sideways step. Normally, she'd be a neat-freak who'd pick up the clothes and hang them carefully, but she'd learned in the last year to postpone her habitual tidiness until a more convenient time when certain other activities had priority, like right now. She debated for just a second whether to take a quick shower, then dropped the idea. She didn't want to take the extra time, and Pete was already all sweaty with desire. He'd welcome her faint musky scent much more than any more delay.

The new outfit wasn't, in fact, all that difficult to put on. When she was done, Kitty paused in front of the old, golden-framed, full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. It certainly wasn't something she would have ever bought herself, she mused, but then Pete was constantly expanding her internal horizons. She smiled reminiscently to herself, remembering some of their early times together, when she'd felt awkward and self-conscious dressing up in traditionally sexy lingerie for him. But she'd gotten beyond that quickly, as soon as she saw the benefits -- the effect such frilly things had on her man. It seemed only reasonable now -- after all, *she* liked seeing him in 'creative' underwear, although she had to admit that those bows were a more erotic outfit for him than any she could have imagined. And, staring at her reflection, Kitty had to admit that this outfit made her feel sexy -- not the sight of herself in it, but the idea of Pete's inevitable reaction to seeing her in it.

"Hey, Pryde -- you died in there, or fell asleep on me, or wot?" Pete called out from the bed room, interrupting her reverie, and Kitty smiled at his impatience as she brushed her hair quickly before leaving the bathroom.

Wisdom glanced up as Kitty finally came out to stand next to the bed where he could easily see her, and he went slack-jawed in silent, stunned admiration as she struck one of her favorite poses for him, her weight slightly shifted to one side, subtly but intentionally accentuating the out-thrust hip opposite, her arms lifted and elbows pushed back to expose the smooth white skin below, which also served to raise her breasts, her hands buried in the depths of her thick, glossy chestnut hair.

She wore a dusky sapphire-blue mini-basque, her favorite color, just happening to perfectly match his eyes, the lace bands anchoring him to the bed, and the lace bows still tied around his neck and erection. Her small perfect breasts were uncovered, proudly held up on display by a lace- and bow-trimmed shelf, a see-through lace front panel between beaded ribbon trim hugged her trim, stomach, and the built-in garters glowed richly against her smooth white thighs to hold up sapphire-blue lace-trimmed stockings. She'd left the matching skimpy thong panties in the box, in the bathroom, as something that would just get in the way now. Instead, as a finishing touch, she had on matching blue lace gloves, fingerless, covering the backs of her hands and reaching just above her elbows.

As she pirouetted slowly, he feasted his eyes on the portions of her slim, lithe body outside the silk and lace, the rich blue fabric only serving to highlight the pale cream of her breasts and shoulders and back above the mini-basque, the trim upper arms rising from the gloves, the slender hips and taut buttocks below, as well as the flat belly and the nest of brown curls underneath.

He stared up hungrily at the body poised above him so temptingly. Wisdom still occasionally had trouble believing that this incredible woman was his, now. She was without any doubt the smartest person Pete had ever met in his wide, checkered career. More importantly, she was probably one of the kindest and sweetest persons he'd ever known, despite her toughness and strength of spirit accompanying a fierce protectiveness of and loyalty to her friends. But, best of all from Pete's viewpoint, she had taken him into her heart as she'd welcomed him into her body, and her unconditional love and acceptance had redeemed his whole sorry existence.

Pete knew how sentimental Kitty was, no matter how much she tried to hide it. He'd easily recognized how much this anniversary meant to her, and had worked hard to make this occasion everything she wanted it to be. And seeing her now, here with him like this, radiant with the happiness and self-confidence that came from knowing she was loved, made all those efforts worthwhile.

He strained upward, the ties on his wrists keeping him from lifting his upper body more than a few inches. "C'mon, Kitty, *please* -- I been waitin' 'ere bloody forever..."

Laughing gently at his futile efforts to get up and grab her, Kitty rested one knee on the bed right next to his hips, and then lifted herself up to straddle his prone form, sliding down to rest her weight on his hips so that he wouldn't have any trouble breathing -- at least, not from her squashing him. The perky little lace bow tied around his erection tickled her bare buttocks as she carefully shifted backwards and, feeling his hard manhood pressing against her, she reached back with both hands to grip and spread her small rear cheeks to hold him snugly in the crease between.

"And you're going to keep waiting a while longer, until you answer a few questions." She frowned in mock disapproval at his heartfelt groan, exasperation mixed in with arousal. Pete knew her insatiable curiosity -- whatever it was she wanted, he was trapped by more than his bonds. Kitty settled herself onto him more firmly. "So tell me, Pete -- who all was in on this?"

He tried to shift his hips beneath her, but he was well and truly pinned down. "I tol' you already -- Amanda an' Meggan packed your stuff, an' the witch 'ported it down, t'gether with the stuff you got fer me, an' Wagner agreed we could take some time off."

"So, what did they think of the underwear I got you?" Kitty smiled down at him.

"They was both curious 'bout yer presents, but not pushy about it." Pete grinned back at her. "The witch wanted me t' open everything up, so's she could go back an' report, but I wouldn't 'til after she took 'erself off again. An' a good thing, too," grumbling, "I don't want me pants the soddin' main topic at friggin' breakfast tomorrow mornin'..."

Kitty didn't have the heart to tell him his underwear had already been a topic of hilarious conversation, among the women of Muir at least, more than once. "That's it? You did everything else yourself?" What Kitty really was dying to know was, who had tied him up as a present. Meggan hadn't been here and, if he'd unwrapped her gifts after Amanda had left, then Amanda hadn't tied him up. A good thing, too -- Amanda was her friend, and a good one, but there were limits to friendship and sharing, after all.

Pete knew exactly what she wanted to know, but intended to make her work for it. "Well, yeah, sort o'. That Scots harridan suggested this place, but I checked it out meself first -- thought she might be gullin' me -- an' insisted on their best digs fer my lady..." She answered his leer with a shimmy of her hips and butt that rubbed erotically against his straining erection and had him moaning softly in suddenly renewed arousal. "An' it was Rahne suggested we go see a show -- but I picked which one, an' got Jardine to pull strings t' get us tickets."

Well, he certainly wouldn't have asked the still innocent and naive werewolf girl to tie him to the bed, the idea was just ridiculous. But Moira now, Kitty thought to herself, Moira was a doctor, after all, and had seen all of Wisdom there was to see on more than one occasion. "So, did Moira come down with you, to help arrange things?"

"No bloody way! Or did you *want* me in a foul mood, love, after that bloody ol' besom got her day's jollies findin' fault with everythin' I tried t' set up?" Kitty may have assumed the choked hoarseness came from arousal, but it represented his efforts not to laugh as he easily read her speculations in her expressive face and eyes.

Put that way, Kitty did have trouble imagining Pete asking Moira for help, especially help of such a uniquely personal nature. But who did that leave? Kurt had been with her and, while he and Wisdom might respect each other, there was some distance between them that seemed to remain unbridgeable. Brian had flown Pete down earlier, according to Kurt, but Kitty rejected that idea before even putting it into words; some things were just flat out ridiculous. And Douglock would still be here asking awkward and embarrassing questions if asked to provide such a service, even though his non-human nature should have made him a likely choice.

As Kitty stared down at her captive lover in bemusement, she was beginning to think the whole thing was impossible. Pete generally got along much better with most of the women on Muir than the other men -- somehow, the women all seemed to have a much easier time seeing though his gruff, rude facade to the hidden core which Kitty treasured so -- but she couldn't imagine him wanting any of them to see him in this condition, although he might have asked for help with other facets of this setup. And the end result was all that mattered, anyway.

Distracted from her fruitless deductions by his renewed squirming beneath her, Kitty smiled down at him as she ran her hands up and down her sides seductively, long white fingers whispering on the slick blue silk. "What about this, Pete?"

"Wot about that? I picked that all by meself, I did -- I know yer sizes by now, an' I know yer favorite color, an' I know wot I like t' see you in better 'n any o' them others would, I don't need no help fer that." Buoyed by the sense of pride and accomplishment warming him as he stared at the alluring result of his rare shopping excursion, Pete managed to get all that out without too much difficulty, despite the shortness of breath that the mere sight of her in this state produced in him.

Kitty had to chuckle in agreement. Ever since they'd been introduced to the added spice that sensuous, exotic lingerie could provide, they'd been indulging happily in that innocent little private vice. It had been the X-women who'd shown her, and Pete, the romantic side of silky little nothings worn out of sight but not out of mind, a tantalizing promise of pleasures to come. Kitty made a mental note to herself to call Rogue and Betsy after this treat Pete had arranged, to thank her old friends, and Jean also, for getting them started on this game, then brought all her attention back to the wiry body writhing in frustration below her. "Ok then, Pete, I'll believe you got me this all by your little old self, it's got your warped sense of taste all over it. But what about the rest?"

"Wot rest?" He was deliberately misunderstanding her once again, but grinning at her, letting her know it was on purpose. "I tol' you, that's all there is."

"There's the best present of all, you stupid git." She leaned down to kiss him, running her hands over his yearning body, then straightened up to tug at the bow tied around his neck. "Who came up with this idea? And who tied you up all nice and gift-wrapped? Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask every single person back at Muir whodunnit?"

"You tell any o' them lot on Muir 'bout this, Pryde, an' we'll never have us another time like this, I swear -- I'll strangle you with me bare 'ands first, I will..." Wisdom was galvanized, frantic at the idea that their teammates might find out the embarrassing position he'd willingly put himself in to make Kitty happy. "This is between us two, love, right? I trust you not t' make mock o' me with them others, Kitty, *please*..."

Continued in Part 4...