A/N - Sorry, it'e been a few days. Had to get some of the smut out of my head. I'll probably get one more chapter out before I leave for a much-needed vacation where I will not have my laptop. Enjoy! As always, thank you Ms. Collins and Ms. James.

KPOV

"The one who taught you about sex when you were fifteen?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

He voice sounds sad when he answers me. "Yes, the very same. When I said that the kids looked familiar, I was really hoping I was wrong, but there was something about them."

"So, what are we going to do? Stay in the room, go back to the Capitol?" I retort, not knowing what to do for him, if anything.

Christian looks down at me, his grey eyes soft. "No, we'll do exactly what we were going to do, but I have another idea of how we'll get to your house from here and we won't have to get any tickets for it either."

I smile, "Really? What about Taylor? Ms. Lincoln?"

"Taylor will deal with her like he would anyone else who tries to get into my business without an invitation. I'll check in with him later. I think you need to open up your box and get into it." He says, releasing me and walking back to our packages.

He bends over to pick up the giant white box and brings it back to me. I drop into a sitting position, crossing my legs and put the box in my lap. Undoing the red ribbon, I look up and find Christian smiling down at me with a devilish glint in his eyes. Now I'm really excited and glad that we are not going to discuss this Ms. Lincoln. Holy cow, that lady put a crap load of pink tissue paper around whatever this is. Apparently she wanted to make sure it would take time to get to the good stuff. Finally, last piece pushed aside, I see the dark blue leather. I pull it out and it's a corset, all leather and trimmed at the top with lace. There are matching dark blue lace panties as well. I look back up at Christian and his smile is even wider.

"I thought that color would look best on you." He says shrugging his shoulders a little, as if it didn't matter.

I stand up, corset in hand. "I guess we'll find out. Give me a couple of minutes to figure this out and I'll be right back."

"I could just help you into it, you know." He says, taking a step closer to me. I back up and shift towards the bedroom.

"Nope, what fun would that be?" I ask him just as I take off to the bathroom and lock the door behind me for good measure. I hear Christian let out a huff right outside the door and stick my tongue out at it.

Once I've stripped out of my clothing and put the corset on, I take a look at myself in the mirror. My breasts are pushed up and even though they aren't that big, the corset makes them look like they are overflowing, but in a sexy way. I let my hair down, splitting it over my shoulders. It's pretty wavy right now from getting wet in the salt water. My legs look longer than they are because of the high cut on the bottom piece of the underwear. I'm sure if I had a pair of black high-heeled shoes, they would complete the ensemble. I bite my bottom lip a little to give it more color, take a breath, and go to open the door.

I'm surprised to find Christian lying on the bed. Of course he's completely naked, but just lying there. He sits up at the sound of the door and his smile couldn't be any wider if he tried.

"I knew I got the right size and I was correct about the color too." He says, getting up and coming over to me. I step out of the bathroom and put my finger up.

"Wait, you have to have the full effect, go sit down." I order him. His bottom lip turns to a pout and I try to keep myself from smiling as he does what I told him. I go to the bags that are still on the floor and carefully bend myself over, pulling the whip out. I hear Christian take a sharp breath in and now I can't help but smile. I turn back to him and his member is practically quivering with anticipation. "Don't worry, seeing as I don't actually know how to use this, I won't hit you with it. You can show me when we get to District 12 though. I just wanted to see your reaction to the whole getup."

"Oh, well, I like the whole 'getup,' I'm not sure how much sexier it gets than that really." He admits. "Can I get up now?"

I look over him, see how anxious he is. I lick my bottom lip just to watch him. It seems like he shudders from that little movement. I nod my head and he gets up quickly, pulling me into his arms hard and kissing me even more so. It's as if he's hungry and I'm the only thing he can eat. And it may be literal. He wastes no time sliding his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it eagerly, making him groan into my mouth as I press my body to his. I break the kiss only to drop to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth swiftly and none too gently.

"Dammit, Katniss!" He cries out as his hand wraps in my hair, knotting his fist into it. My jaw seems to be getting used to his width finally and doesn't protest when I open wider to take more of him in. His moans and the slow rhythm of his hips are making me ache for him to pound into me. It's only been a few days but I wonder if I will ever tire of him, of wanting his fullness in me.

At this point, I highly doubt it. I start to suck on him harder, taking him a little deeper each time when he pulls himself away and staggers back.

Without saying a word, I stand back up and take a few steps back, watching him again, what he will do. He seems to be watching me as well, deciding what to do next. I haven't seen him without a plan, already a step ahead of me somehow. It's interesting to have him off guard. I put my hands on my hips, as if I'm angry that he's making me wait. What he does next surprises me tremendously. He drops to his knees, looking down at the white carpeted floor.

"What are you doing, Christian?" I ask him. He said that we didn't do things like he normally did them with other women; does this have something to do with that?

He looks up at me, "You're frustrated with me, do what you will."

"'Do what I will?' What does that mean? Stand up Christian, I don't like this." I say, walking towards him, my hands open at my sides. "I'm not frustrated, not really."

He stands up and the look in his silver eyes is alarmingly sexy and full of a heat that is mirroring the one between my legs. The corner of his mouth curves into a smile, I'm in trouble now. "What do you want me to do, besides stand up?"

I swallow hard and stutter my answer, not as confident as I was all of five seconds ago. "Ummm, make love to me?"

"You don't sound so sure, Katniss." He replies striding up to me and I can feel the heat of him encasing me even though we're not touching, yet. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Kiss me." I answer timidly, not able to move my eyes away from his.

"Where?" His voice is husky, full of desire. How the hell can he be so calm and so excited at the same time? My stomach is tightening around itself as it is. But I find my voice and courage again.

"Here…" I tell him, running my hand across the top of the corset and up to my ear. "Then here."

"Yes, ma'am." He says, dropping his head to my chest. I feel him flick his tongue against my skin and shiver with the wet path he leaves. He puts his hands on my waist, pulling me to him as he kisses right under my earlobe.

"My neck." I don't even know how I manage to get the word out, but he does as he's told, as always. As he's gently sucking on the vein in my neck, I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss deeply, fiercely. I am his, all of his.

Christian puts his strong hands behind my thighs and I jump up, wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us to the bedroom and lays me down on it, breaking the kiss momentarily. "We don't need the condoms anymore."

I nod, smiling. He lies down on top of me, kissing me again, running his hands all over me. He kneels up between my legs, just looking down at me. "You're so sexy, Katniss. So beautiful and sexy."

I can feel my skin heat up even more than it already is. I don't know how to respond, so I lean up on my elbows and ask him, "Please kiss me again, Christian."

He leans down so our faces are level. "You need to learn how to take a compliment, Katniss."

"What are you going to do? Punish me?" I tease him.

"I think that's exactly what you need." He gets up from the bed, walking to the living room. I watch him as he looks at the perfectly pink roses sitting in a vase, deciding which one to pick. Christian finally pulls one from the bunch, no doubt the most flawless one. He then goes to the duffle bag and pulls out a long tie. The silver one I had used on him a few days earlier. "Lay back and put your hands over your head."

I quickly do as he orders, getting tingly all over. With quick, precise hands, he ties my wrists together and attaches the tie to the headboard somehow. "You're not going to blindfold me?"

"No, I want to see your eyes." He says simply.

"Oh." I wiggle myself just a little and he shoots me a look. "Sorry."

"I know it'll be hard, but try not to move, otherwise I'll use the whip." Christian informs me, a smile widening on his face as I feel my own eyes go wide. He starts to trail the rose across my skin, so soft but I want his fingers on me. It touches my forehead and he brings it down my nose to my lips where I arch my head to kiss it. "Nice, very nice."

I don't know how he can tease me so much without teasing himself somehow. I can feel his erection against my thigh and know he hasn't diminished at all. He trails the rose over my upper chest, right above the lace of the corset. I can't help my back from reaching up for more, just making Christian's smile more devilishly handsome. He unties the small bow at the top of the corset and slips his hand underneath the leather, pulling one breast out, then another. My nipples are hard and taunt, waiting to be touched in some way. But Christian is taking his time, rolling the rose over them, making me moan.

"Please Christian, please." I beg him. "Use your hands."

"Not yet." He warns me, circling the rose around my nipples. "So beautiful."

I open my legs a little and he lets out a slight snort. How he can make even that sound sexy, I don't know, but it is. I decide to go with it and buck my hips towards him. He laughs and pushes my waist down. "Stay still beautiful girl."

"Christian, please, just make love to me!" I practically yell at him and he laughs again.

"I'll whip you, Katniss, I will."

"Go ahead." I know this isn't much of a challenge because he'll do it anyway, the glint in his eyes say so.

Christian looks at me, guilt flashing through his face. "Why would you tell me to do it?"

"Why are you wasting time?" Now I'm just getting frustrated. Being as turned on as I am and being teased is not something I'm liking too much. Not when I know what he's capable of doing to my body.

He frowns and simply states, "Now you're getting mad."

"I'm turned on and tied up, Christian. I can't do anything but wait for you. Please, just kiss me; I want you to touch me. Please, Christian?" I beg again. I don't know how else to tell him I want him. "Untie me, let me touch you, feel you."

His eyes soften at my words and he tosses the rose to the side, untying me just as quickly as he did me up. Christian gathers me in his arms, kissing various spots all over my face and just before he claims my lips, tells me, "The things that are changing being with you."

I don't know what he's talking about nor do I care at the moment. He rolls us so that I'm on top straddling him. My breasts are propped up plumply and he squeezes them wholly in his hands. I moan and roll my head back, feeling my hair on the little bit of my exposed backside. When I look back down at Christian, he asks me, "You really have no idea how stunning you are, do you?"

I shake my head. "Never really cared, Christian, and I probably never will. But I do know I want your lips on mine."

He sits up, my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck, hands in his hair. His long fingers make their way down the corset until they're resting on the bottom piece. I carefully kneel up, then stand, trying my best not to break the kiss. He slides the lacey panties down and off, tossing them somewhere. Before I straddle him again, he rubs my center, finding me wet and ready. Christian groans as I take hold of him, guiding his member into my entrance. Is it possible that he seems even bigger without the condom?

"Ahhh, Christian, you feel so good inside of me." I practically purr the words out. I pull myself up just to let myself slide back down onto him. He fills me up in more ways than one. I set a rhythm riding him, not going too fast, savoring his length and width inside of me, keeping eye contact with him almost the whole time I'm on top.

Before long, Christian rolls us over again and thrusts into me hard. He grunts out, "Close your legs, put them between mine."

I do as he tells me, being careful as we switch our leg positions. Of course this position makes me tighter around him and he hits that pleasure spot over and over again. I keep seeing white flashes even with my eyes open and cry out his name repeatedly. He pumps into me once more, really hard and I can't even say his name, it hurts and feels so good at the same time. Christian collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I feel tears in my eyes, still having flashes of white in front of me, still convulsing around him as my orgasm ebbs away slowly. My whole body begins to tremble and he hugs me closer to him, though I don't know how that can be since we're practically glued together.

I make to open my legs, give myself a little bit of room and he flops over to the side very ungracefully. I laugh at him a little and he just moans, sounding very sleepy but pulls me to his side. I smile, all curled up next to him and fall asleep with my head on his arm.