He held her there for several minutes, her hair brushing across his cheek as he recovered. He opened those lovely eyes, looking into hers, he released his grip on her bonds, allowing her to sit up again and slip him out of her.
"Is that thing steel boned?" He questioned her quietly, as he tapped the front plates of her corset.
"Yes!" Kitty said laughing. "Did you not notice?"
"I have been somewhat preoccupied with the lady herself rather than her clothing." He murmured as he stroked her skin.
Kitty smiled at him, as she reached her bound hands out to lie on his chest.
"It does not look terribly comfortable." He said, tracing the boning of the corset.
"You would be surprised." She admitted to him, watching his long fingers trace patterns on the lambskin. "So long as I am not bending into strange positions, I find it very comfortable, and it makes me comfortable in my wiggle dresses and skirts."
Tom reached up from where he lay to slide his fingers beneath the top of the corset to trace the steel plates the length of the corset, his knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts as he worked his way down. Carefully, her wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto him, her head resting on his chest as he stroked the length of her back. Kitty listened to his heartbeat and breathing as she lay with her ear pressed to his defined chest, stroking the small patch of auburn curls on his chest.
"I never thought I would appreciate the consequences of an injury as much as I have tonight." She murmured.
Kitty felt his stomach contract with a small quiet laugh as she turned her head to rest her chin on his ribs, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
"You look like a cat considering her next move, Miss Kitty." He said as he slipped a folded pillow under his broad shoulders so as to look down at her more comfortably. "Actually, what is your real name? I feel as though I have rather poor manners, not knowing it at this stage!"
Kitty raised her eyebrows and shook her head at him, amused.
"Natasha Kind." She said with a smile.
He raised his head up to look at her, his eyes narrowed slightly with disbelief.
"No, really? That actually is your family name?"
Kitty laughed at his reaction, it was the standard question she got when people learnt her name.
"Yes, Kind, like the virtue, I guess."
"How unusual." He murmured, resting his head back down on the pillow. "Is it English?"
"Scottish, I believe. But Kitty is fine. I feel more myself when I am Kitty, if that makes sense to you."
"Certainly." He replied, stroking her face.
"So, Thomas or Tom?" She questioned him. "Since we are formally introducing ourselves."
"Tom is fine!" He chuckled. "I suppose we did skip that part, didn't we?"
Kitty blushed and pressed her lips to his washboard stomach.
"Can I have my hands back, at least for a few minutes please?" She asked, holding her hands up.
Tom arched that eyebrow with a sly smile at her again as he reached for her wrists. Carefully, he untied them, being sure to kiss her injured wrist for good measure.
"A few minutes then!"
Kitty slipped off the bed and padded over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Quickly, she relieved herself and checked her appearance in the mirror. She slipped on her short black silk robe and slipped out of the bathroom to see his silhouette over by the low table and chairs they had occupied earlier. He had found a towel to wrap around his waist and had the glass of Glenlivet in his hand as he looked down at the portrait of Kitty he had asked for. Kitty paused, taking in the image. His slim build was evident, even when he was dressed, what was less obvious was that he wasn't just slim, but muscularly slim. Kitty could see the muscles of his back and arms outlined in the dim coloured light of the Moroccan lamp.
"Your rope." He said quietly.
"Sorry?" She replied, not understanding.
"You said you were just missing your rope. And this is a London photographer, if I'm not mistaken. So that means somewhere here you have that red rope. Am I wrong?" He asked, half turning to look at her, his face unreadable in the shadows.
"No. It's here." She said, her eyes darting briefly to the wardrobe where she had tossed it earlier after the shoot.
"Excellent." He replied softly, sipping the whiskey.
Kitty walked over to the bed and put one foot on it, bending over to roll down her stocking carefully, her hair falling to screen her face. Slowly, she worked the stocking down her pale leg, avoiding tearing the delicate material. She heard the clink of Tom's glass as he set it down on the table. Looking slightly to the side, she saw him approach through her dark curls. Slipping off the stocking, she straightened to look over her shoulder at him. He stood an arm's length away, seemingly evaluating her with those eyes. She blushed and dropped her head again, placing the opposite leg on the bed to remove the other stocking. That done, she raised her gaze again. He still stood there watching her. He extended a hand to her, inviting her closer. Kitty took it and turned to face him, looking up at his chiselled jaw. Without breaking his hypnotic stare, he tugged gently on the sash, the black silk sliding off her body with a sigh. Tom took a half step back to run his eyes lasciviously down and up her body, his view impeded only by the under bust corset she still wore. His fingertips brushed her skin, sending electricity racing along her nerves. He circled her, still running his fingers along her skin, causing Kitty to shiver and gasp quietly. He stepped close in behind her, his fingers running down her arms as he kissed her shoulder. Kitty was revelling in his touch when she felt his teeth graze her skin. He bit the base of her neck, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to cause her to flinch and moan. Kitty reached back and grasped his solid thighs, drawing him close to her, pressing herself back as he continued to nip at her. One arm snaked around her waist, holding her against him as he switched to her other side, alternating kisses with bites on all of her that he could easily reach.
"Where is it?" He whispered into her ear between kisses.
"The...shelf. Wardrobe." She panted, digging her red nails into the towel wrapped tightly around his legs.
"Don't move." He whispered, kissing her just below her ear as he drew away, leaving her standing in the middle of the darkened room, chest heaving as she tried to calm herself before whatever came next.
She heard him open the wardrobe door and retrieve the rope. She became aware of his presence at her back by the heat that emanated from his body. He gently drew her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists over, ensuring the injured one was behind the other. Kitty turned to look back over her shoulder, watching his muscular arms and chest move as he gently and firmly knotted the rope.
He looked into her pale face, "Is this to your taste, Kitty?" he queried her quietly.
"Oh yes." She breathed, feeling the silk rope slip over the soft skin of her forearms. "On so many levels!"
"Excellent." He murmured, weaving the rope between her arms, and knotting it at regular intervals, drawing her arms back further, making her breasts push forward.
He continued until the rope was as high as her elbows, then he began wrapping the rope about her torso, expertly knotting it so that it made diamond shapes on her corset, all the while standing behind her, looking down over her shoulder at his handiwork.
"Shibari!" Kitty exclaimed surprised, turning to look up at Tom hovering over her shoulder.
"Kinbaku." He replied firmly, correcting her as he looked down into her astonished face. His eyes flicked back to her torso where he continued periodically tying knots and binding her arms to her body, running the crimson rope between her breasts and over her shoulders. Kitty looked down to examine his handiwork, the rope cinched her already drawn in waist, making graceful patterns on her skin and corset, before elegantly drawing the eye upward to her breasts and long neck. "Turn around." He commanded in that voice like polished crystal. Kitty turned, he still held the end of the rope in one hand as he tilted his head to the side and evaluated his skill. "Lovely." He murmured, his eyes flicking to hers as he followed the path of the rope between her pale breasts, teasing her with his slim fingers. "Come along." He murmured, tugging on the rope gently as he led her over to the piano stool. She stood there in front of the stool, looking at his angular face in the dresser mirror. His eyes were unreadable as he devoured the image he had created. "Kneel." He whispered to her again as he bent to wrap his long arms around her waist, lifting her up to place her kneeling on the stool. Kitty did so, kneeling with her posterior on the cushion of the stool and felt him step closer so he was standing between her open ankles. Kitty watched fascinated as he took the rope ends from over her shoulders and knelt, wrapping the rope around her legs, binding her ankles to her thighs, making her unable to close her legs. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other to allow him to slip the rope beneath her legs as he moved around her, intent on his design. He took his time, making sure the periodic knots were symmetrical, that the binding was not too tight or too loose, slipping his fingers between the rope and her skin to be sure. Finally he was done, he stood slowly and stepped back, circling her to examine his handiwork. Kitty could do nothing but watch him as he took her in from every angle. Occasionally, he reached out to brush her skin lightly, to tuck her hair behind her ear again, to trace her jaw, or the curve of her breast. Kitty could see the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath the towel her wore as he stopped to stand behind her once again.
He turned away for a moment and returned with the glass of whiskey, draining it as he approached her again. He held the empty glass in his hand as he evaluated Kitty with a critical eye. He reached into his glass and took out one of the ice cubes, before placing the glass on the dresser. Slowly, he trailed the ice up her arms and out across her shoulder, then down her torso.He circled the ice around her nipple causing her areola to harden and her whole body to shiver. She gasped at the touch of the cold to such a sensitive place, as he ran the cube across her body to the other breast, leaving a trail of droplets in its wake that slowly trickled down her burning skin. Kitty shuddered as his fingertips grazed her skin as the ice melted away completely, struggling to keep her balance and her eyes locked with his as he stoked the fire within her once more.
The ice gone, he slipped the towel from his hips and bent to wrap his arms around Kitty, lifting her as he stepped over the stool and sat down, placing her on his thighs, so she could feel the weight of his erect cock pressing into her lower back. He stared into her eyes in the mirror as his slender hands ran over her body. Kitty moaned and closed her eyes, rolling her head back onto his chest. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply as his hands squeezed her breasts, making her breath catch in her throat. Kitty arched her back, pressing her ass into his rock hard member, begging for him to enter her.
"Look at me, darling." He whispered taking his lips from hers.
Kitty straightened her head and watched his face in the mirror. He lifted her slightly and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, watching the expressions play over her face as he entered her with excruciating slowness. She panted, trying to concentrate on making her body relax to accommodate him again. She cried out and threw her head back as he slid his entire length inside her, her legs shaking, hands clenching as he watched on. He didn't move for a few moments, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Finally, she met his eyes. A wicked glint entered her eyes as she said to him:
"Don't move now."
Tom felt her muscles wrap around his cock and travel up his length while she managed to sit mostly stationary in his lap. He moaned as she began rolling her body in time with her tightening upon him. He gripped the rope around her hips and leant back, letting her take him deeper inside her.
Kitty watched as he closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. She refused to speed up, despite his insistent tugging on the rope about her hips. Eventually, his hand snaked down and began rubbing her clit, making her shake as her climax approached. Alternating between fast and slow, he stroked her velvet slit, as she undulated on him.
"Oh God!" She cried out as she climaxed, her orgasm making her muscles spasm and ripple as her entire body shook. Kitty's muscles tightening around him pushed Tom over the edge, using his grip on her hips, he slammed her down, driving himself deep into her as he came deep within her.
They both sat there panting, his arms wrapped around her waist and his face pressed to her back as they caught their breath, Kitty's body still trembled as she raised her head. He sat there, resting his chin on her shoulder, watching her with those expressive blue eyes, still buried within her.
"Beautiful." He murmured, kissing her on the shoulder without breaking eye contact.
Kitty turned her head to look him directly in the eyes, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
"Perfection." She replied simply, meaning it.
He smiled down at her and kissed her sweetly for several moments before pulling away slightly.
"Kitty-Natasha. Could I see you again while you are here in London please?" He asked quietly.
Kitty studied his face, as it was, she was pleased to have just met Tom Hiddleston, let alone have made love with him. Only ever in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything more.
"Of course." She replied. "You know where to find me now, come by any time."
He smiled in that wonderful way, his eyes crinkling in genuine pleasure as he kissed her once more, holding her tightly. At length, he sighed and said:
"I should let you go, I suppose."
"Well, I'm not getting out of this myself." She replied with a wry smile, as she flexed her fingers.
Tom stood, lifting her with him, and slid out of her as he turned to place her back on the stool before he set to work untying the many knots holding her immobile. After he undid the last knot and slipped the rope from her arms, he slipped her black robe over her shoulders. As Kitty stretched her legs to make sure they hadn't fallen asleep, he wrapped the discarded towel around his hips. He returned to her side, offering her his hand to pull her to her feet. Kitty took his hand and stood, placing the other hand on his shoulder as she looked up at him again.
"We never did get to finish our dance!" He teased. "Perhaps I could take you out dancing?"
"That sounds amazing." Kitty admitted to him. "Although I should tell you that my skills are fairly rudimentary."
Tom smiled at her impishly:
"Maybe I need to come and give you lessons?"
Kitty shook her head and smiled. "How could I say no?"
Tom laughed and stepped forwards, dipping Kitty. She gasped and clung to him as he held her there, one arm around her waist, perfectly comfortable looking down at her with amusement written all over his face as she looked worriedly over her shoulder at the ground some distance away. She looked back into his face, lit up with mischief as he kissed her gently on the nose.
"See, practice makes perfect, darling." He said to her with that devilish grin as he straightened them both to standing again.
"Wicked man." She muttered to herself.
Tom chuckled as he set about gathering his clothes discarded about the room. Kitty sat at the small table, sipping her well-watered down whiskey as she watched him get dressed, that taut body disappearing slowly to be covered by his elegant suit. Finally dressed as he had been earlier, minus his tie, Tom found a piece of paper next to the bed and wrote something down. As he approached, Kitty stood, accepting the paper he held out. She looked down at the slip of paper, on it in an elegant scrawl was his phone number.
"Let me know when you are free." He said smiling at her. "Or when you need a dancing lesson!"
"Thank you." She replied, resting one hand on his chest as she reached up to kiss him again.
He met her lips, cupping her face with one of his large hands. He drew back slightly, brushing his thumb across her cheek as she blushed.
He stepped away, picking up the photograph he had picked out earlier, tucking it into his jacket as he made his way to the door. He lingered with his hand resting on the handle as he turned back and flashed that disarming smile at her once more before he stepped out the door, leaving Kitty standing alone in her suite.
"Oh my God!" Kitty exclaimed quietly to herself, as she sat heavily.
What a turn her night had taken! She could never imagine it would have ended like this. She knocked back the last of the whiskey in her glass, and set about unlacing her corset. Now that Tom was gone, she realised how drained she was. She slipped the corset off and hung it over the back of her chair.
She made her way to the bathroom and ran a hot shower, running her hands over her bare skin, remembering how it had felt when they were his hands. She finished up and towelled herself off, slipping into a short black satin night gown. As she arranged the pillows on the bed to her liking, a long piece of material fell to the floor. Tom's black silk tie. She picked it up, and brought it to her nose, it smelled like him, musky with notes of citrus. Kitty slipped into bed, the tie wrapped around her hand that lay on the pillow next to her pale face. A small smile played on her lips, as she drifted off to sleep while breathing in his delicious scent.