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

Back from his supply run down to the nearest tobacconist, Wisdom carefully and silently opened the door of their hotel suite a crack and peered suspiciously through the tiny opening, then swung it wide and let it slam loudly behind him once he'd determined there was no *obvious* ambush awaiting him in the sitting room.

The former Black Air agent had been wary all day -- in fact, he'd been wired for a couple of weeks now, afraid the Muir mutant mafia would come up with a stupid surprise party for his birthday, that he'd have to pretend to enjoy for Kitty's sake.

Although the dour Londoner told himself firmly he was happy to have the occasion pass unobserved by his teammates, a deeply buried part of him *was* a bit disappointed that Kitty herself hadn't seemed to recall what day it was. Now he kept vacillating between assuring himself that it didn't matter, she was just doing what she knew he'd want... and looking out for a surprise, because he just *couldn't* believe his sentimental girlfriend would let the occasion pass without *some* effort to mark the occasion.

He hadn't really believed that just removing them to London would be enough to stop his stubborn partner -- or her equally determined friends... although he'd *hoped* so, of course. However, nothing had happened... yet. He'd had a great day so far, actually -- they'd slept in late and then stayed in bed even later, then the shopping trip Kitty had demanded as her price for agreeing to come to London had turned out to be a long browse in some of his favorite bookstores, interrupted only by lunch and catching up with his mates at the Crown. But none of that was unusual or special for them... and the magic date wasn't over yet.

Glancing around their usual suite at the St Martin warily, Wisdom couldn't spot anything that appeared to be a birthday surprise -- just several covered dishes set among plates and glasses and utensils that looked like a typical room-service supper waiting on the table. Kitty wasn't in the sitting room; he figured she was back in the bedroom or bathroom.

Pulling off and dropping his rumpled black suitjacket on the floor, he started for the bedroom, a faint flicker of trepidation mingling with the habitual wary alertness in his blue eyes. Pete figured that he had about an equal chance of finding *all* of Excalibur hiding out in there, waiting to ambush and embarass him, or -- if his luck were truly in today -- finding a gift-wrapped Kitty hiding out in there, waiting to ambush and entertain him.

Just as he passed the small couch -- which for once was upright, not overturned as had been the result more than once of their often rather energetic loveplay -- Wisdom felt the air stir suddenly... and a warm, slight form plastered itself against his back, small hands coming up and around to cover his eyes while a breathy, giggling voice exclaimed "Hi! Welcome back! Happy birthday!"

"Oy!" He whirled, trying -- gently -- to dislodge her. But Kitty must had been phased, probably a tiny distance into his body, because she simply turned with him, staying in the same inaccesible position behind him, while his hands twisting around to the small of his back didn't find anything to grab hold of. "Come 'ere, Pryde."

"Oh, no, that would spoil the surprise!" his girlfriend laughed, still intangible.

"Wot surprise?" He wasn't any more successful trying to pry her semi-solid fingers from his eyes, to see if anyone else had come out of hiding -- although he couldn't *hear* anyone else nearby.

"Oh, relax, you grouchy old -- *OLD-ER* -- party-pooper. I've got a couple of little birthday presents for you, and I want you to promise to co-operate, ok?"

Pete gave an exaggerated sigh. "Right, love..." If it *were* the whole team ambushing him, the sooner he got this over with the sooner he'd be alone with Kitty again; on the other hand, if his luck *was* in, the sooner they got down to it the better.

"Ok, just stay there a minute, and you can see your first present."

Before he had had time to do much more than blink at the sudden restoration of sight, she had released him and was standing a foot or two in front of him, striking a pose, both hands thrust into the pockets of a brand-new, butter-soft black leather trenchcoat belted around her slim form, covering her from chin to ankles.

A wide grin split his thin, stubble-shadowed face. "It's too big fer you, love." But, after the first second or two, he wasn't looking at the coat any more -- but above it. Kitty's thick chestnut hair had been brushed until it gleamed, and floated around her head in a soft, rippling cloud. But it was her face that his vivid blue eyes had locked onto. She'd put on a bit more make-up than her usual minimal routine -- her cheeks glowed a faint pink against delicate porcelain skin, those lips curved up in a teasing smile were a slightly richer rose, but her eyes... Pete wasn't sure quite what she'd done to them, but they shone even bigger and more glorious than the soulful brown orbs he could lose himself in for hours. Oh, yes, this was definitely going to be a good birthday surprise...

"It's for you, dummy -- you know that perfectly well!" She twirled around gracefully. "Like it?"

"Yeah." His hands reached out toward her waist, to undo the belt holding the coat so tightly closed. "Goin' t' let me try it on?"

Kitty danced back from his grasp, laughing. "Maybe, in a minute."

"You said a couple o' surprises." Wisdom played along with her. "Wot else?"

"What's under the coat..." she purred, smiling at him enticingly.

"Oh, yeah, love, I already *know* I'm goin' t' like *that* one," he leered happily, making another quick grab at her, which she evaded easily, phasing through his fingertips. "C'me 'ere, Pryde, I want t' unwrap me present..."

He'd just gotten ahold of the coat's belt when, instead of dodging back or phasing away, Kitty grabbed his hands in hers and tugged them aside. "No, not yet -- you have to play along with me first."

"I thought I was," he smirked back -- but let her steer him over to one of the chairs pulled out by the table and push him down into it without any further question or protest.

"Shut up, Wisdom." Holding on to one wrist, twisting his arm back gently, she slipped behind him, then her free hand came around to grab his other arm and pull it back, so she could tie his hands together with a thin, soft leather strip. He swivelled his head around to follow her movements as she reappeared in his view, watching her move off to the credenza set against one wall -- where she started a Rolling Stones CD playing, relatively quietly. Then she came around to stand about two feet in front of him and, after a suitably dramatic pause, slipped the now-unbelted coat off with a flourish and pirouetted gracefully in front of him.

The tiny, tight black leather microskirt barely covered her small, pert ass, and the matching top was cut low enough for her nipples to just peek out. Black garters slinked down long, trim, dancer's legs, holding up black fishnet stockings with an artistic tear or two revealing the pale flesh beneath. Black, high heeled ankle boots and short, black gloves completed the ensemble, which was highlighted by gold chain ankle bracelets gleaming against the soft boot leather, and a matching gold chain cinched around her slender waist. That the gold didn't match her ever-present Star-of-David necklace didn't matter to either of them -- if anything, that little touch of Kitty's never-surrendered individuality just made her outfit -- and her -- even more perfect to her besotted lover.

Kitty smiled smugly in self-congratulation at the stunned look in those blazing blue eyes. "I thought you might like a night with an expensive hooker for your birthday treat."

Wisdom managed to drag his jaw back up, then it took him a few tries clearing his throat to get his voice working again. "How expensive?"

"Oh, I'm *very* expensive, Wisdom," she purred back. "I want *everything*... not everything you own, just everything you are..."

"You got that long ago, love..." he husked, in that low sexy growl that always made shivers run up and down her spine.

"I know..." Kitty murmured softly, gliding up closer and closer. "That's why you can afford me..." She settled down to sit astride his lap, wrapping her arms around him, giving him a long deep kiss -- which he returned enthusiastically -- then pulled back to ask, "Drink first, or appetizer?"

"Drink." Pete sighed regretfully when his lady slid off his lap again and got up, his eyes glued to the slender form walking around the sitting room table to pick up a waiting bottle and pour the single-malt Scotch.

Standing by his side, she cradled his head with one hand buried in the thick black hair on the nape of his neck as he tilted back, her other hand lifting the glass higher and higher until the last few swallows of rich amber liquid burned their way down his throat. Straightening back up, licking the lingering traces of Scotch off his lips appreciatively, "So, wot's the appetizer then, love?"

"You are." Lips curving upward in a wicked smile that had his heart beating faster, Kitty set the empty glass down, then came up close to him and, bending over to push his thighs apart -- which gave him a wonderful view into the modest but nonetheless attractive cleavage so tantalizingly on display -- knelt down right between his legs.

He tried to lean forward enough to catch her mouth in another kiss, but Kitty just swayed backward in reponse, giggling at his muttered curse when he couldn't quite reach her. All her trapped subject could do was groan and strain forward a few inches as slender hands rose to finish unknotting the limp, stringy black tie he usually wore loosened anyway. He shivered as her long graceful fingers slipped inside the open gap just below his throat -- where the first button or two were also habitually unfastened -- to tickle and tease, before she began undoing the other buttons one by one, exposing more and more of his upper body to her avid gaze. Her nails were kept clipped short due to all the time she spent at a keyboard, but even the little there was enough to raise goosebumps on his sweat-slick bare skin as she slid just the tips of her fingertips over the small dark nipples rising from the wiry muscle uncovered, before her hands first swept down, to tug the shirt out of his trousers, then up, to push it further open until the thin, rumpled cotton was bunched across his upper back, hanging down his arms below his shoulders.

He wriggled his torso in the chair, but the shirt stayed in place. "Just phase it off, love..."

"Nope," his girlfriend smirked back. "I like the way it looks now. I like the way *you* look now, like you couldn't wait to get completely undressed. Except I'm not quite done, yet..."

Those small, clever hands returned to his waist, to unbuckle the comfortably worn and cracked old, black leather belt there, then dropped lower to unbutton and unzip his trousers with easy familiarity. She grinned at the colorful underwear revealed under the dull black monotone -- blue boxers with yellow smiley faces, that had been one of the gifts she'd gotten him for their first anniversary -- then her leer widened at the unmistakeable bulge straining at the bright fabric. He couldn't hold back his groan as she slid her fingers inside and teasingly stroked the throbbing flesh within. He couldn't stop his hips and pelvis jerking up automatically, either, but Kitty just chuckled, and took advantage of his reflexive movement to grasp the fabric layers and yank firmly, dropping his trousers all the way down around his ankles, pulling his boxers down off his hips to his thighs so his rapidly hardening erection sprang free.

His ragged breathing got faster as he watched the slender brunette kneeling in front of him take in all the tiny details of his body that she already knew so well, those enormous brown eyes staring into his vivid blue ones for an endless moment, before she broke their locked gaze to tilt her head downward, first lingering on his naked chest, then sliding down his body to where she could drink in the sight of his full staff straining up in mute appeal. She murmured appreciatively, taking him in one of her soft, strong hands, and giving him a gentle stroke.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like, Pete? It *is* your birthday, after all -- I'll be glad to do anything..." Kitty's voice was a low, breathy moan deep in her throat. She shifted her weight slightly, leaning her arms lightly on his thighs while her teasing fingers glided gently over his velvet-soft, rock-hard manhood. "Anything at all... all you have to do is ask..."

"Pryde... please..." Wisdom groaned deep in his throat.

He watched her moist, pink lips descend on him, feeling her take the head of his engorged manhood deep into the heat of her mouth. Pete gasped appreciatively, blue eyes rolling into the back of his head behind lowered lids. She pulled back slightly, her pursed mouth pleasantly pulling on the highly sensitive tip.

Kitty lifted her head, and smiled at him again. "Was that what you want, Pete?" She wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, and stroked him firmly. "Is this what you need?"

He grunted wordlessly, lifting his hips up toward her again. She chuckled in the back of her throat, and bent to him, taking him deep into her hot, moist mouth, her tongue flicking against the underside of his shaft. She began bobbing her head, slowly, sucking hard each time her head came up. Her hand worked the base of his hardness in harmony, causing his groin to throb in time with her gestures. The world began to roar in his ears -- white noise punctuated by her soft giggles and his low moans. Heat built up furiously in his groin, working its way forward, and finally exploded into her eager, waiting mouth.

Continued in Part 3...