FIC: Kink Bingo amnesty
These two stories don't even begin to form a kink bingo line, but they definitely fill a couple of squares and belong together in the same universe. Kris/Katy bondage, and we're not just talking fuzzy handcuffs. (These are very much bondage kink primarily, and any associated D/s aspects are very lightweight.)
Note: I don't normally do this for kinkfic, even extreme kink, but I feel like I should put a little disclaimer or a warning on this one: there are safety concerns specific to suspension bondage that aren't all spelled out here, and precautions taken by the participants in the story that aren't necessarily all explained or detailed.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Home
Kris/Katy. NC-17. 1613 words. Contains: suspension bondage, body paint, masturbation.
Kris and Katy's first house is a revelation. They always had vague plans for it, their first real yard, their first real chance to decorate, and of course their first real play room, but the reality is a real eye-opener. The thing about apartments is you just don't have privacy. With their first house, they finally have all the privacy they need.
Katy's wearing a sundress when Kris arrives home from rehearsal, pale green with a darker ivy embroidered along the bust and hem. Kris is tired and he's got a coffee stain on the pocket of his favorite plaid shirt and it's just been a very long day, but as soon as he sees her it's like sunshine and fresh air.
"Are you hungry?" she says, pushing up onto her toes to kiss the tip of his nose.
"We ate earlier," he says, "me and the producer and a couple of session guys. You didn't have anything planned, did you?"
"Nope," she says, and gives him a brilliant smile. "Do you want to play, then?"
"Always," he says in spite of his day, and tugs her back into a real kiss before letting her run ahead to get set up.
After a day in the studio, or after a day in meetings, sometimes that's when Kris likes to play the most. Sometimes he needs some time when he's in control and can be sure, in this at least, that he can meet someone's needs completely. Other times he wants someone to just take all decision-making responsibility away from him. And sometimes it's not about what he needs at all but about Katy.
In his wife, he has a partner who is as flexible in these things as he is.
The play room is right next to Kris's home studio, and lined with the same soundproofing materials. They got the same contractor to do both rooms at the same time and just let everyone assume they were for the same purpose. But where the studio has instruments and mikes and a full mixing board, the play room has equipment of an entirely different kind.
Kris drinks a bottle of water before he goes down there, just to refresh himself, and leaves his stained shirt on the back of a kitchen chair. He finds Katy kneeling in the middle of the padding on the floor, hands folded on her knees and skirt fanned around herself, waiting for him.
They've known each other long enough that she just knows what he needs.
"Strip down," says Kris after he closes the door, and though he has further instructions that one is enough for now. She isn't showy about it but she's aware he's watching, and every motion is deliberate. She doesn't pause once, slowly and steadily taking everything off, piece by piece, dress and hair clip and bra and panties all tidily in a pile before she kneels down in exactly the same place again.
"On your stomach," he says, and stands and watches as she does that, arms and legs spread loosely away from her body so he can do what he likes with them. He touches her hair first, smoothing his hand over it, then continues all the way down her back, following the smooth curve until he reaches her ass. He slaps it lightly, then leaves her there to find the restraints.
He knows exactly what he wants to do tonight.
Kris doesn't ask Katy to move after that, he does it all for her, carefully binding her arms behind her back in special restraints, then her legs, then hooks both of those together so that she's arched in a hammock position. She's beautiful.
Kris kneels down and tilts her chin up and kisses her forehead tenderly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Do you need anything adjusted?"
"No."
And with that, Kris rechecks every restraint then hooks the pulley onto the ring holding her body in its arched position, and raises her into the air. Raises her until she's above his head, so he can stand beneath and look at up her like she's the sky.
"I wish I dared to get pictures of you like this," says Kris, running a fingertip around the curve of her breast. "You look amazing."
But as much as he'd like to take a picture and keep it with him all the time, the risks of that are just too high. He's perfectly comfortable with what they do together, but chancing anyone else stumbling across naked pictures of his wife suspended from their ceiling isn't worth it. What's private is private.
He cups both her breasts in his hands, runs his hands down her sides, over her hips, cups one hand over her mound and uses the other to press two fingers against the pulse point in her throat, feeling her heart beat. She blinks a few times, her eyes still focused on the far wall, then when Kris moves into her line of sight, on him.
There's body paint in the cabinet, and soft, gentle brushes, and Kris thinks about it for only a moment before he leaves her to get it, part of his attention always, always on her. He could smear it on with his fingers, the way they usually play with each other, but this isn't about getting messy, it's about...art. He leaves her suspended right where she is, stands beneath her and reaches up and starts painting lyrics on her body in lines and dips and swirls.
Kris wonders if this is what Michelangelo felt like painting the Sistine Chapel.
He swiftly covers all of her with words, everything he can reach, chest and sides and the tops of her thighs. Then he lowers her body just enough that he can press his face to her, first kissing her throat, against her pulse, then tracing his tongue around the letters he painted, tasting every bit of them, and her.
Katy's eyes are closed, her lips parted, her slow breaths only evident in the way they make her stray hairs wave in their slight breeze. Kris stops what he's doing immediately and says "penny", and Katy is quiet for a few moments then murmurs "lane" in return. Not in trouble, then, just blissed out. Kris keeps going.
He mouths along her collarbones, around her shoulders, pressing his lips hard to the strained muscles there to ease them, just a little. He sucks on her throat, sucks and flicks at her nipples, tongues down her stomach to plant a kiss right between her legs.
Then he lowers her again, to waist height, and leans over and kisses her soft, loose hair, runs a hand over her bare back and along the arms and legs that remain bound behind her.
"Do you want to come?" Kris asks her, fingers fluttering over her inner thigh.
There's another pause before she answers, slowly emerging from the fog she's in to answer him. "Not today," she murmurs. "I'm good."
"I'm going to come on your back, then," says Kris, and brushes his thumb over the very spot where he plans to do it. Katy just murmurs something, a vague sound of assent, and then she's back under again.
She really is a work of art like this, and it's not just her body that's everything Kris could ever want.
It's only now that he finally takes the rest of his clothes off, leaving them in a jumble nearby, taking less care with them in favor of not taking his eyes off his wife. When he returns to her he strokes her back again, cups the cheek of her ass, wraps his fingers around her calf and starts stroking himself with the other hand.
He's been a little lost in it too, enough that his orgasm comes faster and harder than he expected and leaves him feeling a little bit like he's floating in the air with her. He smoothes the come into her back, little circular motions with his thumb until it starts to dry, then he kisses her back and kisses her arms and kisses her legs and lowers her back to the mats.
Once she's there, he's careful and efficient about unhooking everything, one piece at a time, unbinding and uncuffing and helping her sore and strained limbs to the ground again. He leaves her alone while he cleans everything up, puts everything away, always aware of her but giving her that time to pull herself together without intruding on it. He opens the door a crack, and finds something to put the paintbrush in until he can clean it.
She's still not quite back with him when he curls up with her on the floor, touching her but giving her the space to get comfortable, to get her blood flowing again, to settle with the pleasant ache in her limbs. When she's ready she comes to him.
"That was beautiful," she murmurs, wrapping an arm around him, and though her eyes are closed he can see she's fully alert now.
"It really was," he says, stroking her hair. "Do you feel good?"
"I feel wonderful," she says, stretching a leg out and then wrapping that around him too. "You feeling better?"
He doesn't answer but he kisses her forehead and he kisses her eyelids and he kisses her parted lips, because just saying yes doesn't seem adequate for the moment.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" he says, and she nods her head, just slightly, so he untangles himself and instead of helping her to her feet he just lifts her into his arms, like the princess she is.
Away
Kris/Katy. NC-17. 2496 words. Contains: suspension bondage, spreader bar, mild d/s, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, sex toys, nipple clamps, panty fetish, coming untouched.
Katy finds him in the kitchen, twisting the top off their last bottle of water, and she watches him as he drains half of it before taking it right out of his hands and then taking both of his hands in hers. She doesn't say anything as she starts walking backwards out of the kitchen, pulling him along with her, but he quickly figures out she's leading them towards the play room. Once they hit the stairs she lets go of one of his hands, laces their fingers with the other, and just leads the way.
He reaches to caress her bottom through the thin cotton of her pants but she deftly swings her hips out of the way.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asks as she closes the play room door and switches on all the lights. The entire room is illuminated, every corner of it.
"I'm going to string you up," she says, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Get on your knees."
Kris drops down to his knees without a second thought, sitting back on his heels, arms resting on his thighs.
"Nice," says Katy, reaching down to pull his shirt off over his head. Kris is loose and cooperative in her hands. "You can crawl into position."
Again, Kris doesn't even have to think about it, just drops to his hands and knees and does. He knows what she wants, and where she needs him to be. When he reaches the spot he sits back on his heels again and waits.
"Hands above your head," she says, and while Kris was getting into position she'd stripped down to just her bra and panties, the pink satin ones he bought her for her last birthday. Kris stretches his arms above his head and only moves where Katy adjusts him as she crosses his wrists and affixes the hoist. Rather than getting up when she's done, Kris waits for it to haul him to his feet. She stops it right when most of Kris's weight is still on his feet but his arms are taut and strained over his head.
Then she looks at him and waits a moment but Kris doesn't safeword out. He's good.
She continues to contemplate him, then surprises him by dropping to her knees and carefully removing his socks, his jeans, his shorts. Her bra joins them when she sets them aside, then she circles his ankles with her hands like she's considering hobbling him. But when she goes to the cabinet she gets out a spreader bar instead, the smallest they have, and once it's on Kris is able to rest less of his weight on his feet but it's still enough so that his arms aren't the only thing supporting him. He can stay like this for a while.
When she stands up again they're toe to toe and Katy looks down at their feet, plays with Kris's toes a little with her own and lets Kris play in return, then she looks up, smiles at him, and starts slowly backing away.
"I'm not going to do anything to you," she says. "I'm not going to touch you at all. You only get to watch."
Not only does Kris feel his balls tighten at that but his whole body clenches. Katy just keeps smiling at him, pulls the elastic from her hair so that it tumbles over her shoulders, and pinches her nipple as he watches.
The spreader bar isn't the only thing she got out of the cabinet, but Kris can't see what else she's got in the little red toy basket that she's left on the floor and he's not in any position to crane his neck and look. He sees what she wants him to see, and right now she wants him to watch the way she touches her breasts, the way she exposes her throat, the way she presses her knees and thighs together like she's bodily preventing herself from exploring between them too soon.
Kris knows exactly what her nipples must feel like under her hands right now, first stiff, then softening again, becoming more sensitive. She once told him it was like there was a nerve that ran straight from her nipples to her groin, and when she reached a certain point of arousal she could actually feel it pulsing from end to end.
He thinks that's where she must be when she finally lies back on the floor, stretching out on one side, fingers trailing down her stomach until she squeezes them between her thighs, rubbing herself without ever parting her legs.
Kris can't help making a little sound, and she just smiles and looks at him and goes "shhhhh" before rolling over onto her back, hands resting on her flat belly again.
"Do you know why I left these on?" says Katy, knees bent and spreading her legs so he gets a clear look between them. "Because I know you get off on seeing the wet spot."
Kris's breath catches and not only is he staring at her now but he barely blinks. He can see that she's a little damp, the fabric a little darker in one small place, and as she fingers her clit beneath the top of her panties again, as she pinches her nipples, as she drags her fingernails up the inside of her thigh, it grows, it gets darker. He can watch her get more and more aroused and he can't do anything about it except watch.
She moans as she rubs her fingers over the damp spot, then hooks her thumbs through the sides of her panties and starts dragging the down her legs. Kris watches every moment of it.
Katy sits up after sliding her panties off and dangles them from one finger. "Do you want these?" she says, and arches a perfect eyebrow and waits for his reply. Kris can only nod, but it's enough to get her to her feet, still dangling them from a finger as she carries them over to him.
She holds them to his face first and Kris inhales deeply, darts his tongue out to flick over the damp patch, tasting her on them. Then she balls them up and pushes up onto her tiptoes and just manages to get them into his fist. Kris clutches them like his life depends on it.
Then she stands in front of him for a little while, hands hovering over his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, like she's thinking about touching him but doesn't, quite. She tilts her head to the side then, giving him a mysterious smile.
"You're enjoying yourself," she says, something Kris thinks is evident in his hard cock alone, which she does not touch. "But something's missing."
She retrieves something else from the basket, and while Kris is still thinking about what could possibly be missing from this scenario, she expertly tugs his nipples and snaps on a pair of nipple clamps. Even then she only touches him for the moment it takes to get them on. He first feels an intense shot straight to his groin, then a steady throb to keep him even harder.
"Better," she says after another moment of observation.
When Katy returns to the spot she vacated it's on all fours, knees spread and dropping to her elbows so he can see between her legs from behind.
"What do you think?" she says, and though she's obviously addressing him, it's just as clear it's a rhetorical question. "Should I just use my fingers, or should I break out the toys? What do you want to see slide into me, Kris?"
He has to bite his tongue to avoid actually answering, but still can't help making a soft noise as he watches one of her fingers press into her. He imagines he can even hear it, the sweet, slick slide of her fingers into her body.
He thinks she's made her decision when she twists three fingers together and slides them in hard, pulling them back again to grind against her clit and then repeating the thrusting moment. But after a couple of minutes of that she reaches for the basket after all. Kris knows her well enough to know that the pretty pink vibrator is one of her favorites, and she knows he knows it.
She uses it against her clit at first, pushing the tip in little circles against it, and even cries out a little breathlessly, but even though he knows that's enough for her, this is also a show, and soon she's pushing it into herself as deep as it can go.
Kris feels a deep, low throb in his body and desperately wants to relieve it in some way but can't so much as press his thighs together, let alone touch himself.
The idea that he can't just makes him harder.
She leaves the vibrator buried inside herself as she works her clit with her hand again, and all Kris can see is the end peeking out, moving slightly every time she clenches her body around it. Whenever she moves her hand away, whenever Kris can really see it, he can see how slick and wet she is. When Katy's that wet she can go off at any moment.
Kris moans, and is grateful that it's masked by one of her own.
Moments later he hears the choked, breathy noises that tell him she's coming, sees the way her thighs tremble and the way her body is clamping down on the vibrator. He can see the pulses of her orgasm, and in his mind he feels them with her. For just a few moments, his heartbeat almost matches them.
He's so turned on he's almost dizzy with it and there's no way he can look away from her now, no way he can close his eyes for more than a blink.
She pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees, sets the vibrator aside, then moves into a sitting position, knees tucked up and arms wrapped around them. She's flushed all over.
Katy licks her lips and looks at Kris's aching cock, at his tight and red nipples where the clamps dangle, down to an almost-numb throb now, then after a long and agonizing moment stretches back out on the floor.
"I think I'm going to go again," she says. "You can wait, right? It shouldn't take long."
Kris very desperately wants her lips on him right now, but can he wait? Yes, he can wait. He nods very slowly, pushing up onto his toes just to give his arms that inch or two of give that allows them to relax for a moment, and watches as Katy pushes her hair back, runs her fingers over her collarbones and starts trailing them back down her body.
She just uses her hands this time, barely even touches her breasts so Kris can just look at them, the curve of them, their perfect nipples, peaked again as she rolls her fingers against her clit.
His cock twitches and throbs and he clenches his ass just to give it something. Anything. He wants to come so badly he almost wants to cry, and still he watches Katy as she reclines on one arm and spreads her legs and leisurely touches herself.
And he's so close. So close. So close.
Kris almost thinks it's not going to happen, that he just can't, no matter how much he wants to, but then he rubs his thumb over the damp spot on Katy's panties and watches her hips come off the floor and her mouth fall open as she brings herself off a second time and his whole body tenses as he comes, his cock jerking and splashing his abdomen, down onto his balls.
Katy rolls over onto her side, hand still moving slowly between her legs, and smiles as she watches him. Kris is still a little too overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His arms are bearing most of his weight now, his legs feeling weak and useless, and his hips are making tiny little jerks, the most that they can do while he's suspended there.
Finally Kris sucks in a huge breath and closes his eyes and lets himself just give in to it all.
The next thing he feels is Katy's hands on his chest, warning him she's there, then a tug on the chain linking the nipple clamps. He nods his head and braces himself, but she leaves them where they are for the moment.
Katy gets him down carefully, first releasing his ankles, then lowering the hoist until Kris his on his knees again, then finally uncuffing his arms and letting Kris lower them at his own rate as she carefully watches him. Only when he gives her another nod does she leave him alone for a moment to go open the door to the play room. Kris actually thinks he feels a breeze as outside air rushes in.
"That was so awesome!" she says as she returns to him.
"I know right?" says Kris a little giddily, feeling another head rush as he moves his arms carefully, rolling his shoulders. As he lets his head fall forward a little, he feels her tug on the chain that still hangs between his nipples.
"You left these on."
"I didn't want to do that part myself," he says. "You didn't get to play with them much. Seemed a shame to let them go to waste."
"That's you, always thinking about others," she says, giving him a gentle kiss even as she tugs the chain again. "Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," says Kris, and takes a deep breath and feels them both come off simultaneously. There's a heartbeat, then such an intense throb of pain-pleasure that Kris gasps with it. Katy's tongue's on him a moment later, and though he's still breathless from the sensation it goes a long way towards making it all better. If he wasn't so drained from round one, it would almost be enough to get him ready for round two. As it is, it just makes his whole body tingle.
He rolls his shoulders again, rubs his bicep, and Katy is sitting back on her heels again. "Do you need me to-?" she says, reaching over to squeeze the tight muscles right where his shoulders meet his neck.
"Would you mind?"
"Of course not," she says, and Kris isn't surprised to see that she even had the massage oil out in her basket already. He doesn't think he'd be surprised by anything right now.
"Let's take this part upstairs, though," she says, helping him to his feet. "We can clean up in here later. You'll probably fall asleep right in the middle anyway."
She's probably right, and Kris has to admit that at this point he's kind of looking forward to that too.
Note: I don't normally do this for kinkfic, even extreme kink, but I feel like I should put a little disclaimer or a warning on this one: there are safety concerns specific to suspension bondage that aren't all spelled out here, and precautions taken by the participants in the story that aren't necessarily all explained or detailed.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Home
Kris/Katy. NC-17. 1613 words. Contains: suspension bondage, body paint, masturbation.
Kris and Katy's first house is a revelation. They always had vague plans for it, their first real yard, their first real chance to decorate, and of course their first real play room, but the reality is a real eye-opener. The thing about apartments is you just don't have privacy. With their first house, they finally have all the privacy they need.
Katy's wearing a sundress when Kris arrives home from rehearsal, pale green with a darker ivy embroidered along the bust and hem. Kris is tired and he's got a coffee stain on the pocket of his favorite plaid shirt and it's just been a very long day, but as soon as he sees her it's like sunshine and fresh air.
"Are you hungry?" she says, pushing up onto her toes to kiss the tip of his nose.
"We ate earlier," he says, "me and the producer and a couple of session guys. You didn't have anything planned, did you?"
"Nope," she says, and gives him a brilliant smile. "Do you want to play, then?"
"Always," he says in spite of his day, and tugs her back into a real kiss before letting her run ahead to get set up.
After a day in the studio, or after a day in meetings, sometimes that's when Kris likes to play the most. Sometimes he needs some time when he's in control and can be sure, in this at least, that he can meet someone's needs completely. Other times he wants someone to just take all decision-making responsibility away from him. And sometimes it's not about what he needs at all but about Katy.
In his wife, he has a partner who is as flexible in these things as he is.
The play room is right next to Kris's home studio, and lined with the same soundproofing materials. They got the same contractor to do both rooms at the same time and just let everyone assume they were for the same purpose. But where the studio has instruments and mikes and a full mixing board, the play room has equipment of an entirely different kind.
Kris drinks a bottle of water before he goes down there, just to refresh himself, and leaves his stained shirt on the back of a kitchen chair. He finds Katy kneeling in the middle of the padding on the floor, hands folded on her knees and skirt fanned around herself, waiting for him.
They've known each other long enough that she just knows what he needs.
"Strip down," says Kris after he closes the door, and though he has further instructions that one is enough for now. She isn't showy about it but she's aware he's watching, and every motion is deliberate. She doesn't pause once, slowly and steadily taking everything off, piece by piece, dress and hair clip and bra and panties all tidily in a pile before she kneels down in exactly the same place again.
"On your stomach," he says, and stands and watches as she does that, arms and legs spread loosely away from her body so he can do what he likes with them. He touches her hair first, smoothing his hand over it, then continues all the way down her back, following the smooth curve until he reaches her ass. He slaps it lightly, then leaves her there to find the restraints.
He knows exactly what he wants to do tonight.
Kris doesn't ask Katy to move after that, he does it all for her, carefully binding her arms behind her back in special restraints, then her legs, then hooks both of those together so that she's arched in a hammock position. She's beautiful.
Kris kneels down and tilts her chin up and kisses her forehead tenderly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Do you need anything adjusted?"
"No."
And with that, Kris rechecks every restraint then hooks the pulley onto the ring holding her body in its arched position, and raises her into the air. Raises her until she's above his head, so he can stand beneath and look at up her like she's the sky.
"I wish I dared to get pictures of you like this," says Kris, running a fingertip around the curve of her breast. "You look amazing."
But as much as he'd like to take a picture and keep it with him all the time, the risks of that are just too high. He's perfectly comfortable with what they do together, but chancing anyone else stumbling across naked pictures of his wife suspended from their ceiling isn't worth it. What's private is private.
He cups both her breasts in his hands, runs his hands down her sides, over her hips, cups one hand over her mound and uses the other to press two fingers against the pulse point in her throat, feeling her heart beat. She blinks a few times, her eyes still focused on the far wall, then when Kris moves into her line of sight, on him.
There's body paint in the cabinet, and soft, gentle brushes, and Kris thinks about it for only a moment before he leaves her to get it, part of his attention always, always on her. He could smear it on with his fingers, the way they usually play with each other, but this isn't about getting messy, it's about...art. He leaves her suspended right where she is, stands beneath her and reaches up and starts painting lyrics on her body in lines and dips and swirls.
Kris wonders if this is what Michelangelo felt like painting the Sistine Chapel.
He swiftly covers all of her with words, everything he can reach, chest and sides and the tops of her thighs. Then he lowers her body just enough that he can press his face to her, first kissing her throat, against her pulse, then tracing his tongue around the letters he painted, tasting every bit of them, and her.
Katy's eyes are closed, her lips parted, her slow breaths only evident in the way they make her stray hairs wave in their slight breeze. Kris stops what he's doing immediately and says "penny", and Katy is quiet for a few moments then murmurs "lane" in return. Not in trouble, then, just blissed out. Kris keeps going.
He mouths along her collarbones, around her shoulders, pressing his lips hard to the strained muscles there to ease them, just a little. He sucks on her throat, sucks and flicks at her nipples, tongues down her stomach to plant a kiss right between her legs.
Then he lowers her again, to waist height, and leans over and kisses her soft, loose hair, runs a hand over her bare back and along the arms and legs that remain bound behind her.
"Do you want to come?" Kris asks her, fingers fluttering over her inner thigh.
There's another pause before she answers, slowly emerging from the fog she's in to answer him. "Not today," she murmurs. "I'm good."
"I'm going to come on your back, then," says Kris, and brushes his thumb over the very spot where he plans to do it. Katy just murmurs something, a vague sound of assent, and then she's back under again.
She really is a work of art like this, and it's not just her body that's everything Kris could ever want.
It's only now that he finally takes the rest of his clothes off, leaving them in a jumble nearby, taking less care with them in favor of not taking his eyes off his wife. When he returns to her he strokes her back again, cups the cheek of her ass, wraps his fingers around her calf and starts stroking himself with the other hand.
He's been a little lost in it too, enough that his orgasm comes faster and harder than he expected and leaves him feeling a little bit like he's floating in the air with her. He smoothes the come into her back, little circular motions with his thumb until it starts to dry, then he kisses her back and kisses her arms and kisses her legs and lowers her back to the mats.
Once she's there, he's careful and efficient about unhooking everything, one piece at a time, unbinding and uncuffing and helping her sore and strained limbs to the ground again. He leaves her alone while he cleans everything up, puts everything away, always aware of her but giving her that time to pull herself together without intruding on it. He opens the door a crack, and finds something to put the paintbrush in until he can clean it.
She's still not quite back with him when he curls up with her on the floor, touching her but giving her the space to get comfortable, to get her blood flowing again, to settle with the pleasant ache in her limbs. When she's ready she comes to him.
"That was beautiful," she murmurs, wrapping an arm around him, and though her eyes are closed he can see she's fully alert now.
"It really was," he says, stroking her hair. "Do you feel good?"
"I feel wonderful," she says, stretching a leg out and then wrapping that around him too. "You feeling better?"
He doesn't answer but he kisses her forehead and he kisses her eyelids and he kisses her parted lips, because just saying yes doesn't seem adequate for the moment.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" he says, and she nods her head, just slightly, so he untangles himself and instead of helping her to her feet he just lifts her into his arms, like the princess she is.
Away
Kris/Katy. NC-17. 2496 words. Contains: suspension bondage, spreader bar, mild d/s, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, sex toys, nipple clamps, panty fetish, coming untouched.
Katy finds him in the kitchen, twisting the top off their last bottle of water, and she watches him as he drains half of it before taking it right out of his hands and then taking both of his hands in hers. She doesn't say anything as she starts walking backwards out of the kitchen, pulling him along with her, but he quickly figures out she's leading them towards the play room. Once they hit the stairs she lets go of one of his hands, laces their fingers with the other, and just leads the way.
He reaches to caress her bottom through the thin cotton of her pants but she deftly swings her hips out of the way.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asks as she closes the play room door and switches on all the lights. The entire room is illuminated, every corner of it.
"I'm going to string you up," she says, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Get on your knees."
Kris drops down to his knees without a second thought, sitting back on his heels, arms resting on his thighs.
"Nice," says Katy, reaching down to pull his shirt off over his head. Kris is loose and cooperative in her hands. "You can crawl into position."
Again, Kris doesn't even have to think about it, just drops to his hands and knees and does. He knows what she wants, and where she needs him to be. When he reaches the spot he sits back on his heels again and waits.
"Hands above your head," she says, and while Kris was getting into position she'd stripped down to just her bra and panties, the pink satin ones he bought her for her last birthday. Kris stretches his arms above his head and only moves where Katy adjusts him as she crosses his wrists and affixes the hoist. Rather than getting up when she's done, Kris waits for it to haul him to his feet. She stops it right when most of Kris's weight is still on his feet but his arms are taut and strained over his head.
Then she looks at him and waits a moment but Kris doesn't safeword out. He's good.
She continues to contemplate him, then surprises him by dropping to her knees and carefully removing his socks, his jeans, his shorts. Her bra joins them when she sets them aside, then she circles his ankles with her hands like she's considering hobbling him. But when she goes to the cabinet she gets out a spreader bar instead, the smallest they have, and once it's on Kris is able to rest less of his weight on his feet but it's still enough so that his arms aren't the only thing supporting him. He can stay like this for a while.
When she stands up again they're toe to toe and Katy looks down at their feet, plays with Kris's toes a little with her own and lets Kris play in return, then she looks up, smiles at him, and starts slowly backing away.
"I'm not going to do anything to you," she says. "I'm not going to touch you at all. You only get to watch."
Not only does Kris feel his balls tighten at that but his whole body clenches. Katy just keeps smiling at him, pulls the elastic from her hair so that it tumbles over her shoulders, and pinches her nipple as he watches.
The spreader bar isn't the only thing she got out of the cabinet, but Kris can't see what else she's got in the little red toy basket that she's left on the floor and he's not in any position to crane his neck and look. He sees what she wants him to see, and right now she wants him to watch the way she touches her breasts, the way she exposes her throat, the way she presses her knees and thighs together like she's bodily preventing herself from exploring between them too soon.
Kris knows exactly what her nipples must feel like under her hands right now, first stiff, then softening again, becoming more sensitive. She once told him it was like there was a nerve that ran straight from her nipples to her groin, and when she reached a certain point of arousal she could actually feel it pulsing from end to end.
He thinks that's where she must be when she finally lies back on the floor, stretching out on one side, fingers trailing down her stomach until she squeezes them between her thighs, rubbing herself without ever parting her legs.
Kris can't help making a little sound, and she just smiles and looks at him and goes "shhhhh" before rolling over onto her back, hands resting on her flat belly again.
"Do you know why I left these on?" says Katy, knees bent and spreading her legs so he gets a clear look between them. "Because I know you get off on seeing the wet spot."
Kris's breath catches and not only is he staring at her now but he barely blinks. He can see that she's a little damp, the fabric a little darker in one small place, and as she fingers her clit beneath the top of her panties again, as she pinches her nipples, as she drags her fingernails up the inside of her thigh, it grows, it gets darker. He can watch her get more and more aroused and he can't do anything about it except watch.
She moans as she rubs her fingers over the damp spot, then hooks her thumbs through the sides of her panties and starts dragging the down her legs. Kris watches every moment of it.
Katy sits up after sliding her panties off and dangles them from one finger. "Do you want these?" she says, and arches a perfect eyebrow and waits for his reply. Kris can only nod, but it's enough to get her to her feet, still dangling them from a finger as she carries them over to him.
She holds them to his face first and Kris inhales deeply, darts his tongue out to flick over the damp patch, tasting her on them. Then she balls them up and pushes up onto her tiptoes and just manages to get them into his fist. Kris clutches them like his life depends on it.
Then she stands in front of him for a little while, hands hovering over his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, like she's thinking about touching him but doesn't, quite. She tilts her head to the side then, giving him a mysterious smile.
"You're enjoying yourself," she says, something Kris thinks is evident in his hard cock alone, which she does not touch. "But something's missing."
She retrieves something else from the basket, and while Kris is still thinking about what could possibly be missing from this scenario, she expertly tugs his nipples and snaps on a pair of nipple clamps. Even then she only touches him for the moment it takes to get them on. He first feels an intense shot straight to his groin, then a steady throb to keep him even harder.
"Better," she says after another moment of observation.
When Katy returns to the spot she vacated it's on all fours, knees spread and dropping to her elbows so he can see between her legs from behind.
"What do you think?" she says, and though she's obviously addressing him, it's just as clear it's a rhetorical question. "Should I just use my fingers, or should I break out the toys? What do you want to see slide into me, Kris?"
He has to bite his tongue to avoid actually answering, but still can't help making a soft noise as he watches one of her fingers press into her. He imagines he can even hear it, the sweet, slick slide of her fingers into her body.
He thinks she's made her decision when she twists three fingers together and slides them in hard, pulling them back again to grind against her clit and then repeating the thrusting moment. But after a couple of minutes of that she reaches for the basket after all. Kris knows her well enough to know that the pretty pink vibrator is one of her favorites, and she knows he knows it.
She uses it against her clit at first, pushing the tip in little circles against it, and even cries out a little breathlessly, but even though he knows that's enough for her, this is also a show, and soon she's pushing it into herself as deep as it can go.
Kris feels a deep, low throb in his body and desperately wants to relieve it in some way but can't so much as press his thighs together, let alone touch himself.
The idea that he can't just makes him harder.
She leaves the vibrator buried inside herself as she works her clit with her hand again, and all Kris can see is the end peeking out, moving slightly every time she clenches her body around it. Whenever she moves her hand away, whenever Kris can really see it, he can see how slick and wet she is. When Katy's that wet she can go off at any moment.
Kris moans, and is grateful that it's masked by one of her own.
Moments later he hears the choked, breathy noises that tell him she's coming, sees the way her thighs tremble and the way her body is clamping down on the vibrator. He can see the pulses of her orgasm, and in his mind he feels them with her. For just a few moments, his heartbeat almost matches them.
He's so turned on he's almost dizzy with it and there's no way he can look away from her now, no way he can close his eyes for more than a blink.
She pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees, sets the vibrator aside, then moves into a sitting position, knees tucked up and arms wrapped around them. She's flushed all over.
Katy licks her lips and looks at Kris's aching cock, at his tight and red nipples where the clamps dangle, down to an almost-numb throb now, then after a long and agonizing moment stretches back out on the floor.
"I think I'm going to go again," she says. "You can wait, right? It shouldn't take long."
Kris very desperately wants her lips on him right now, but can he wait? Yes, he can wait. He nods very slowly, pushing up onto his toes just to give his arms that inch or two of give that allows them to relax for a moment, and watches as Katy pushes her hair back, runs her fingers over her collarbones and starts trailing them back down her body.
She just uses her hands this time, barely even touches her breasts so Kris can just look at them, the curve of them, their perfect nipples, peaked again as she rolls her fingers against her clit.
His cock twitches and throbs and he clenches his ass just to give it something. Anything. He wants to come so badly he almost wants to cry, and still he watches Katy as she reclines on one arm and spreads her legs and leisurely touches herself.
And he's so close. So close. So close.
Kris almost thinks it's not going to happen, that he just can't, no matter how much he wants to, but then he rubs his thumb over the damp spot on Katy's panties and watches her hips come off the floor and her mouth fall open as she brings herself off a second time and his whole body tenses as he comes, his cock jerking and splashing his abdomen, down onto his balls.
Katy rolls over onto her side, hand still moving slowly between her legs, and smiles as she watches him. Kris is still a little too overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His arms are bearing most of his weight now, his legs feeling weak and useless, and his hips are making tiny little jerks, the most that they can do while he's suspended there.
Finally Kris sucks in a huge breath and closes his eyes and lets himself just give in to it all.
The next thing he feels is Katy's hands on his chest, warning him she's there, then a tug on the chain linking the nipple clamps. He nods his head and braces himself, but she leaves them where they are for the moment.
Katy gets him down carefully, first releasing his ankles, then lowering the hoist until Kris his on his knees again, then finally uncuffing his arms and letting Kris lower them at his own rate as she carefully watches him. Only when he gives her another nod does she leave him alone for a moment to go open the door to the play room. Kris actually thinks he feels a breeze as outside air rushes in.
"That was so awesome!" she says as she returns to him.
"I know right?" says Kris a little giddily, feeling another head rush as he moves his arms carefully, rolling his shoulders. As he lets his head fall forward a little, he feels her tug on the chain that still hangs between his nipples.
"You left these on."
"I didn't want to do that part myself," he says. "You didn't get to play with them much. Seemed a shame to let them go to waste."
"That's you, always thinking about others," she says, giving him a gentle kiss even as she tugs the chain again. "Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," says Kris, and takes a deep breath and feels them both come off simultaneously. There's a heartbeat, then such an intense throb of pain-pleasure that Kris gasps with it. Katy's tongue's on him a moment later, and though he's still breathless from the sensation it goes a long way towards making it all better. If he wasn't so drained from round one, it would almost be enough to get him ready for round two. As it is, it just makes his whole body tingle.
He rolls his shoulders again, rubs his bicep, and Katy is sitting back on her heels again. "Do you need me to-?" she says, reaching over to squeeze the tight muscles right where his shoulders meet his neck.
"Would you mind?"
"Of course not," she says, and Kris isn't surprised to see that she even had the massage oil out in her basket already. He doesn't think he'd be surprised by anything right now.
"Let's take this part upstairs, though," she says, helping him to his feet. "We can clean up in here later. You'll probably fall asleep right in the middle anyway."
She's probably right, and Kris has to admit that at this point he's kind of looking forward to that too.