((Since this is posted in the celebrities category, I'll just briefly mention what's in here, to avoid anyone being offended. In this story there will be mild bondage and some rough handling. Other than that It's only hot, consensual, adult sex. Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or anything else from the Marvel universe and I'm making no money from it in any way. Just using them for my own savage pleasure. And this is a fantasy, so remember out there in the real world: ALWAYS use protection.))
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It was late night in the mansion and along the dark corridor, a shadow was creeping. The carpet muffled the light footsteps of the small shadow and no sound was heard. The whole mansion was quiet. Only few people were in their rooms this night, but the creeping shadow still moved silently. The purpose of the night excursion would fail if someone woke up. One person in particular. The figure slowed to a halt outside a door and waited; listening for noise inside. Hearing nothing, the shadow slipped through the door... without opening it.
It was almost as dark in Piotr's room as in the rest of the X-Men mansion. Kitty paused inside the door to make sure he was asleep, before moving closer to the large figure in the bed. All her careful scheming would be ruined if she messed up now, so she moved painfully slow. Her fingers twirled nervously in the dark around the long slivers of soft fabric she had brought. His broad back was turned to her. This wasn't going to be easy. She would have to be quick.
She reached out and touched him very gently. Like she had expected he reacted instantly, but he was still drowsy. Slowly and purposefully she let her hand slide down his arm and lifted it up, as if she was going to slide in under it as she so often did. He mumbled something only half awake and rolled over on his back while making room for one more in the bed. She slithered in beside him, but didn't fold his arm around her like she usually did. Instead she raised it to the slim, steel bedpost and swiftly tied the fabric tightly around the post and his wrist.
He only had time for a sleepy, inquiring grunt before she had reached over him, caught his other arm and repeated the procedure. He was now very much awake.
"What? Katya?"
With a triumphant grin Kitty settled her much smaller frame on top of him and rested her head on her arms.
"Surprise Peter."
"What are you doing my love?"
"Oh nothing. Just having my way with a big thick headed russian fellow."
He pulled carefully at the tight bonds, testing the strength of the fabric. She laid a finger on his nose and said with an edge to her voice:
"Don't you dare ruin those scarves lover boy! They're very precious to me."
He immediately stopped pulling. He would never do anything that might hurt her in any way. Not even if she asked him to. But she would change that tonight. Oh yes. A smirk widened on her face in the dark and she slowly caressed his naked chest. She heard him sigh and knew she had him now. She could just see him under her by the faint light seeping through the curtains. The moon was very bright that night.
"Katya, what..?"
She silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips.
"No more questions lover. Just enjoy the ride."
He seemed to consider his options for a while, but eventually he just settled down on his back, letting her take over. Oh if only he knew what she planned doing to him. She doubted he would be so calm if he knew.
She knew he had better night vision than her, so she very slowly pulled her night shirt over her head, revealing her most transparent underwear. As she threw it to the floor, she saw his eyes widen and distinctly felt something stir under her. She felt a little slutty, but really enjoyed his shocked look, so she went with it and let her hands slowly slide all the way from her thighs, over her stomach, cupping her breasts and squeezing them once before gripping her own hair and arching her back with a little pleasurable moan.
He cut off a gasp in the dark when he heard the moan and she felt the stir become a very prominent hardness almost instantly. She couldn't help but smile. How she loved making him react like that. Usually he would be the one driving her insane with gentle touches and sweet lovemaking. But not tonight. Oh no. To her own slight surprise, she felt herself tingle with arousal just thinking about being in control like this. This would certainly not be the last time.
With her back still arched she flicked her hips a fraction, so she was now positioned directly on his hardness, still with underwear and a blanket between them, and she felt him tense up from the pleasure. She let her hands drift back to her breasts and turned her torso slightly towards the curtained windows, so he couldn't possibly miss a thing. She slid her hands around and under her breasts very gently at first, mimicking his own movements when caressing her in that area. Then she pinched her nipples through the fabric and moaned from the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. More because of his look than because of the sensations caused by herself. And also at the thought of what was to come.
Excruciatingly slow she slipped her fingers under the hem of the bra and slipped it over her head. Even her modest breasts made a very sensual show as they one by one popped out under the hem and she was rewarded with another gasp from him. She repeated the movements from before on the now bare skin and she saw his hands twitch in the bonds. Oh how he would like to touch. But not tonight. Not yet.
When she returned to her nipples and pinched them again, she felt it was time to make a little statement to her thick headed lover. With a little louder moan she suddenly grabbed her own breasts as hard as she could and squeezed them tightly. She began giving them a rather rough treatment, making sure he was watching every second. The gentle Russian never quite understood that a little pain could be blissfully enjoyable during lovemaking, but she intended to make that very clear to him tonight.
There was no mistaking his reaction. His eyes widened even more and his mouth fell open. He knew from the start that his Katya loved sex, but he had never seen her so... so... wild!
She loved the look on his face and handled her breasts rougher still to prove her point. Oh to feel his large strong hands doing that to her body... but not yet. It was time for his treatment first. She slid herself up to straddle his broad chest and to her slight surprise felt herself leave a wet trail all the way across his abdomen, even through her panties. He felt it too and made a low disbelieving noise in the dark. Oh believe it lover. Believe it.
She bent over and reached up to his hands. But if he thought she would untie him now, he would be badly disappointed. Instead she made sure her breasts were positioned right above his face, but just out of reach, while she sucked his index finger into her mouth and giving it the royal treatment with her tongue. She felt his chest heaving with pleasure within seconds. She let her tongue trace his arm all the way to his elbow, when she suddenly felt him stretch to reach her breast with his mouth. She quickly sat up, just before he made contact and he made a frustrated sound as she moved away.
"Ah ah aah... naughty boy!"
He shrugged as if to say he couldn't help himself. Oh he hadn't seen nothing yet. She repeated the process with his other arm, this time making sure her breasts were a safe distance from his face. When she reached his armpit she continued across his collar bone while watching his face. She knew it was one of his most sensitive spots and she was waiting for his reaction. Wait for it... As she reached the dimple in the middle where the bones met, his eyes slid closed and he exhaled deeply. This was her chance.
Quick as a flash, she swooped in and placed the most feather light kiss on his lower lip and was gone again, before he was really aware what had happened. His eyes flew open again and he moaned this time with disappointment. He could see her grin wickedly in the moonlight.
"Katya my love. This is torture."
She giggled a low husky giggle, rather uncharacteristically for her, who was usually very girly.
"That's the idea."
Piotr was pretty sure she had no idea what kind of effect she was having on him. If she kept this up, he would lose control. And if he lost control... he didn't dare finish that trail of thought.
