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 4

Kitty quickly decided to drop her questioning for a while -- it was more important to keep their mood going right now. She leaned down again to press her warm breasts against his body, the silk below rustling softly as she rubbed herself against him. She brought her head down to kiss him passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth suggestively. As Pete returned her kiss, she could feel his hard arousal pressing against her. She slid downward slightly, pressing back against his erect manhood in her turn, to lay a trail of small kisses across his chest, running her fingers over the small, hardened peaks of his nipples, feeling the rumble of his breathless groans wherever her skin touched his as much as she heard them.

Drawing back slightly to gaze down hungrily at his body, her hands began moving across his chest and along his side touching his smooth, firm skin with confident familiarity. Running her hands over him, Kitty smiled as she felt Pete jerk whenever she hit particularly sensitive spots, all of which she'd come to know so intimately during the past year. She kept stroking him possessively, almost purring her pleasure as his body moved restlessly under her touch in aching, yearning need.

Wisdom had stopped pleading with her, since she'd stopped teasing him with questions and gotten serious about caressing him. He just lay back enjoying the sensations she was generating in him so expertly, even though her touch was tantalizing his unfulfilled arousal as much or more than the light conversation earlier, even though his body was twisting under hers uncontrollably, constantly straining for more contact.

Kitty rose upward slightly from her seat on his hips, stretching to reach his face. She slid her hands into his unruly black hair, smoothing it back off his sweat-soaked forehead gently. Brushing her mouth over his, she teasingly nibbled on his lower lip, revelling in the little sound of excitement he made deep in the back of his throat. She ran her tongue over his lips, open in silent welcome, licking at him delicately. Then her mouth covered his and her tongue swept inside to taste, stroke and drive him wild. She kissed him with wild abandon, holding nothing back and demanding the same of him.

Releasing his mouth and bending down, she returned her attentions to his body. She nuzzled at the large lace bow still decorating his neck, chuckling softly as it tickled the soft skin of her cheeks and nose and chin. Then Pete felt her tongue all over him, tasting him, savouring his damp skin and its hot, manly flavor. She was rough, relentless, reckless, tormenting him to within an inch of sanity. She slid down, dug her teeth into his shoulder, tasting salt and sweat and hot-blooded male. The wiry muscles under her hot hands were like rippling iron. She drew breathless vulnerable moans from him with just a brief dance of her fingertips, and hoarse agonizing groans with the lightest touch of teeth and tongue, even as she could feel his heart thundering under the skin beneath her lips.

Breathing hard, Kitty pulled back to look at him. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin everywhere and, as she watched, he took in yet another deep shuddering breath, making the rich golden candlelight dance entrancingly along the entire length of his body, splayed out out the bed and displayed to her view. She could feel her own body echoing the tremors that shook his, wanting him just as much as he wanted her, as his deep blue eyes drank in the sight of her shimmering above him in the warm glow of the candles.

Her shining brown eyes never left his intense gaze as she slowly moved up and back, lowering herself onto him without removing the smaller bow decorating him there until he was fully embedded inside her, taking his hardness deep into her velvet core as she tightened urgently around him, crushing the fragile lace down into his dark bush of hair. The long- postponed pleasure was so exquisite that Kitty squeezed her eyes shut and let out a low moan of her own. Wisdom answered her with a husky groan as as he finally felt himself surrounded by her.

Then she began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the muscles in her trim thighs taut as wire, her hips rocking as they absorbed shock after delicious shock. Pete moved his own hips eagerly, thrusting upward into her, but Kitty pressed down on him, whispering in a seductive voice, "Don't move. This is my present to you -- let me do it my way."

Kitty leaned forward and they both groaned in unison at the surge of pleasure that her movement caused. "No, not yet, Pete..." she breathed, tremors running through her as she fought for control. "I'm not anywhere near done with you yet." As she stretched up to grip his shoulders, she heard a strangled growl come from beneath her. She meant to tease him by rotating her pelvis slightly, but gasped loudly as the sinuous movement affected her as well.

Her breasts were level with his face and Pete took sudden advantage of her low position by lifting his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Kitty cried out loudly as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her body jerked as he sucked hard on the sensitive peak. She pulled back, saying breathlessly, "No fair -- you moved."

He looked up at her unapologetically, his eyes glittering intensely in the candlelight. In a voice rough with passion, he growled, "All's fair, Kitty..." as he thrust his hips up, fully embedding himself inside her once again. Pressing his head back against the pillow, he closed his eyes moaning his pleasure as he felt her squeeze around him, missing the devilish gleam that suddenly appeared in Kitty's eyes at his taunt.

He moved within her, feeling himself build, bucking upward as far as his bonds allowed to increase his penetration of her, but each time Pete came close to the edge, she'd raise herself up, allowing him no release. He pulled against the ties, his body writhing beneath her as she continued to taunt him with the power she held over his body, now obviously totally in her control, but which she had ruled just as fully if more subtly all the previous year.

Kitty had learned her lesson, though, soon after the start of their relationship. She didn't phase herself away from him but let him continue feeling the secure promise of ultimate fulfillment in the solid weight of her hands braced on his shoulders and the tight embrace of her legs around his hips even as she teased him by withdrawing.

Suddenly she lifted herself off him completely, moving back to kneel between his legs. Pete's eyes popped wide open in shock, and his mouth opened but no sound came out. He lifted his head up, trying to see what she was up to, then let it drop back onto the pillow with a thump as he managed to croak out, "Kitty, bloody hell, please, come back..."

"Relax, Pete -- I know exactly what I'm doing," Kitty purred, as she reached up to gently stroke his arousal, her feather-light touch nothing like what he so desperately needed now. "Ok, now 'fess up -- who gift- wrapped you?" She paused to carefully retie the little lace bow that had been crushed all out of shape just a few moments before, tenderly checking to see that it wasn't tied too tightly given how much Pete had grown in that area since she'd first come in. "Who else got to do this?"

"Nobody!" he jerked the word out. "I ain't lettin' nobody play with me down there but you, love. I tied that bow meself, an' this is all the thanks I get fer tryin' t' do somethin' special fer you..."

As he continued muttering mixed complaints, pleas and curses, Kitty kept up her delicate teasing, fingertips gliding along his velvet-soft, steel-hard flesh. "Ok, I'll accept that." She smiled suddenly, with warm humor. "And I can believe you tied the one around your neck, too -- after all, it wouldn't be the first time, or the last, you stuck your fool head in a noose... but you didn't tie yourself to the bed, not all nice and neat like those bows all were, so spill it, Wisdom." Then she laughed, "Did Lockheed help you do this, for me? Somehow, I doubt you'd trust my little dragon anywhere near you in this condition."

Pete couldn't keep up the game any more; there was no way he could win. "John! I called John t' come over an' help me out!"

"That weirdo friend of yours?" Kitty exclaimed. But it did make an odd kind of sense -- Constantine had probably seen much, much stranger things than Pete in lace, from what Kitty knew of him. Thinking about it a bit more, she started to giggle. "You didn't want me to tell anyone in Excalibur about this, but John knows? Pete, it'll be the talk of the evening in every pub in London in a day or two, and probably all the rest of England within a week..."

Pete was too busy shuddering to come up with a coherent response to anything she was saying. He had lost the will to do any more than move in response to what Kitty was making him feel. Her slow erotic movements were making him crazy. When she at last bent down to work him some more with her soft, warm mouth, he felt as though his heart would burst in his chest. His entire body ached for the physical contact only granted his member, and that ache only sharpened the pleasure in which that most needy part of him was drowning.

And still she kept him on the edge. Pete felt the first hot rush of ecstasy as Kitty stroked him with her mouth, first one side and then the other, her tongue gliding along his length and then swirling over the tip in slow, tantalizing motions until he actually started to believe that a person could actually die from too much pleasure.

"Kitty, *please*..." Pete finally broke down and whimpered, his frustration and desperation apparent in his husky voice, as he strained futilely against his lace bonds. He could lift his hips up a few inches from the bed, but that was all the movement possible to him.

As if she'd only been waiting for his plea, she stopped her teasing immediately and fastened her lips around him, swirling her tongue around his velvet hardness and drawing him deep into her throat as she sucked hard. The hot wet pressure in that deep, dark pool he was now buried in had him moaning helplessly. His moans grew louder and his hips jerked upwards faster and faster until finally, with a loud cry, Pete exploded in her mouth, his erection leaping and dancing crazily in its own private world, oblivious to everything else. She'd had enough practice in their past year together to be able to swallow everything he released, without retching or gagging, enjoying the taste.

Licking sensuously at the few drops of thick white cream that still oozed out slowly from Pete's limp member, then releasing his manhood with a final soft kiss on the tip, Kitty raised her head, her smug smile making it quite clear she was feeling pleased with herself. She propped herself up comfortably, her lower arms crossed on his sweat-soaked stomach, as she waited patiently for him to recover his breath.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Kitty slid up his body slowly. She sprawled across his chest, looking down at him through thick tousled hair hanging loosely around her, and leaned forward to kiss him again, while stroking the side of his face lovingly. Pete could smell and taste the faint traces of himself lingering in her mouth, overlaid erotically on her usual unique flavor.

"But wot about you, love?"

"We have lots of time left for that, Pete. But I wanted to do this for you. I needed to do this for you..." Kitty was aroused herself, but not uncomfortably so. Her whole body felt warm and sensitized, a languid condition she didn't mind being in for its own sake, as well as being the prelude to something more powerful and more passionate in the very near future.

Pete knew what she meant, better than she did herself, without any further explanation. Kitty needed to make him come even more than she wanted him to give her the pleasure he always tried to be sure she found with him. That was why he'd set up the start of their time together here this way. She could never completely stop wondering about the other women he'd been with, the older and more experienced women, and how she compared. And he knew seeing him driven wild, out of control, by her attentions always renewed her confidence about being sexy and beautiful and desirable.

"Goin' t' untie me now, love?"

Kitty saw him trying to shift his weight, and knew he had to be stiff from being trapped in that position for so long. "On one condition..."

"Wot?" Wisdom groaned, noticing his aches getting stronger as he didn't have Kitty's seduction any more to distract him from his growing physical discomfort. "This all ain't enough fer you, then?"

She bent down to kiss him again, quickly. "All this is the most wonderful surprise I've ever had -- and you're the most wonderful present I've ever had." Lifting her head, she smirked at him, "I'll untie you from the bed, on one condition -- the bows stay on..."

The End :-)