Author's Note: This is the final installment of this lovely little foray into BDSM stories for me. May revisit it one of these days. But, for now, it is finished.
It is always an honor and joy to publish stories for y'all. I promise more fluff as often as possible. Thank you so much for taking the time to read.
Happy reading!
Conquer Me Completely
Peeta's phone rang just as he was about to make his required text to Katniss after his class. He smiled when he saw "Princess" and her smiling face pop up on his screen. He answered before it went to voicemail.
"I'm sorry I'm late with my text, Princess. Class ran over." He tried to explain, but Katniss cut him off.
"I don't care, Pup. I feel like hell. Will you go to the store and pick up a few things for me?"
Peeta hurried to a table and dug out a pen and notebook. "Of course, Princess, whatever you need."
He wrote as quickly as possible as Katniss rattled off the list. He knew as soon as she said chocolate ice cream what the problem was. He knew the necessities when she was on her period. He made a sympathetic sound.
She groaned. "Just get everything and get home."
"I'm on my way, Princess." He promised as he put his things away once more.
"Be careful, Pup." Katniss said softly.
Peeta smiled. That was her way of saying "I love you." She never came right out and said those words.
Well, she did once. But she was sitting on his face at the time and never said it again. He didn't need her to acknowledge it to know how she felt.
"Sit tight, Princess. I'm on my way with all the things you need." He hung up and turned to the parking lot, but was stopped by Finnick and Annie.
Annie giggled at something Finnick whispered in her ear. All Peeta wanted to do was get to his car in the lot behind them, but there was no way that would happen easily.
"Yo, Peet!" Finnick called. "It's Friday! You coming to the party?"
Peeta shook his head. "No, sorry, man. Other plans."
"Like fucking your girlfriend?" Finnick winked.
I'd be the one fucked if she felt better. Peeta thought. But he said, "Just not in the mood."
Annie made a sympathetic face. "Oh, too bad. The party is going to be lit. I hear Cato has some good stuff coming in."
Peeta shrugged. "I'd rather not. And coach has been doing random drug tests." He stepped around them, but Finnick stopped him.
"Are you running off to be with that frigid bitch of yours?" Finnick asked.
Annie snorted. "That's not nice, baby."
Peeta sighed. "I gotta go." He brushed off Finnick's hand and walked the rest of the way to his car.
Over the last few months, Peeta had softened up his public persona while Katniss had toned her snootiness down a bit. They never were alone together on campus and they never attended the same parties. But one of the rules they'd laid out when Peeta moved in was that they would go out on dates of Peeta's choosing twice a month. And if Katniss decided on a date, they would go whenever she felt like it. In a college town, them being seen out together was almost a given even when they were the next town over.
Peeta took the grocery bags into the apartment and bowed his head at Katniss on the couch. "Good afternoon, Princess."
"Did you get the chocolate ice cream?" She grumbled from under a blanket.
Peeta fished out the tub of ice cream. "Let me put this down and I'll get you a spoon."
"Do you know where the heating pad went? You used it last." She opened up the ice cream and licked the underside of the lid.
Peeta handed over a spoon and pondered the answer. "Did you check underneath the bed?"
"Yes." She said as she scooped a large bite into her mouth. "And all the obvious places. Unless it was stuffed behind something. I just didn't feel like looking too hard."
"I'll figure out where it is." He leaned over the back of the couch. "May I kiss you, Princess?"
She gave a relieved smile and nodded.
Peeta pressed a kiss to her forehead and then went in search of the heating pad. It ended up wadded into their clothes from the night before. He remembered as he carried it in to her that Katniss had him bent over backward and she'd placed the heating pad on his back while he slept. It had been kicked aside that morning while they got ready.
"How was your day?" Katniss asked as Peeta spread out the heating pad across her lower stomach.
He shrugged. "Not bad. Finnick and Annie invited me to a party."
"You should go." She combed her fingers through his hair. "You hardly go out anymore."
He looked up. "Do you want me to, Princess?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Not really. But if you want to, you should. Don't let me hold you here."
He leaned close and returned her smile. "I'd much rather be here."
"Thank you." She pulled on the back of his head. "Kiss, Pup."
Peeta pressed his lips against Katniss's softly and then rested his forehead against hers. "I'll get the chicken parm on."
"Thanks." She pulled him in for one more kiss before she relaxed against the pillows on the couch. "Will you get that ice cream in the freezer, babe?"
He grinned at the endearment, but said nothing. She wasn't one to pass out things like that and he didn't want to embarrass her.
Peeta filled Katniss's plate as she made her way to the kitchen. It wasn't one of the requirements, but he tended to serve her often. Even when she was the one that cooked, he'd make her sit down and fill a plate for her. In turn, she did all she could to cater to him when he gave her half a chance.
"Thank you, Pup." She took the plate and sat down at the table.
"Any time, Princess." He kissed the top of her head. "You feeling any better?"
"A little. But I know some things that will help." She gave Peeta a grin.
"And I'm very willing to help." He sat down beside her with a plate of his own. "How was your day?"
She groaned. "Do you know how stressful a psychology thesis is on top of PMS? This whole last week has been hellish."
He shook his head. "I can only imagine."
"Good thing I have almost all the research done. I mostly just have to write up my findings." She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Do you ever feel weird that you're younger than me?"
"By a year." He said with a grin. "And I like it that way."
"Well, I'll graduate in May and you'll have another year. So we should probably discuss some stuff sooner rather than later."
Peeta cut into his chicken. "Are you going for your masters somewhere?"
Katniss sighed. "I'm thinking about holding off for a year. It depends on your plans."
He swallowed and shrugged. "I'll have an art degree. But my dad's been asking me to move home to help with the family bakery."
"Do you want to go home?" She felt her heart constrict at the thought.
"Not if I can help it. But an art degree wasn't the smartest idea. Most of the things I want to do require moving. So if you'll allow me, I'd like to follow you. You make your choice and I'll figure out mine."
Katniss put her hand on top of his. "I may have control in most aspects of your life, but your future isn't one of them. Pup, if you have something you really want to do, you should do it."
Peeta turned his hand over and squeezed her hand. "Don't you worry, Princess. I'm fine to go wherever you go."
"What if we both write down our top five places and we can go from there?" She grinned. "Wherever we go, it would be great to find a house with an extra room for all our things."
"Oh, speaking of, I got something for you yesterday." He took another bite and walked to where he dropped his backpack by the door. "Well, sort of for both of us. I was going to hold into it for our anniversary, but I think it's best to give it to you today and I can think of something else for next week."
Katniss took the box Peeta held out and opened it. "New cuffs?"
He nodded. "I'd kind of like to wear them all the time. Especially if we start long-distance."
"It's dangerous to tie yourself up without someone around." She stood and patted his cheek. "I support you wearing these all the time, Pup. Just don't ever attach them without me around. I'd hate for you to be stuck."
His eyes lit up with her approval. "Can I put them on now, Princess?"
She nodded. "Yes. Get changed. I'm going to clean up."
He stepped close. "Kiss, Princess?"
She considered it a moment and then pressed a kiss to his lips. She heard him whistling to himself in the bedroom and she started humming the same song.
They had a nice routine going. Even on nights when their sex was vanilla or didn't even happen, Peeta still dressed in nothing but his underwear and a collar for a while before bed. Sometimes she cuffed him and made him stay chained while she touched herself across the room. She loved to drive him mad.
One of her favorite things to do was tie him up, tease him to the brink of orgasm, and then just leave the room for a while. When she was feeling particularly frustrating, she did it multiple times before allowing him to come.
After getting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, Katniss walked into the bedroom. Peeta had chosen deep green underwear. The cuffs he'd found were the same shade, her favorite color.
She smiled as she fished out the clips and chains that would go with the cuffs. She attached them and then tugged him toward the bed and chained him up. "Do you ever think about getting married?" She sat back on his legs.
"In general? Or to a specific person?" His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for her.
"In general." She trailed her hands over his chest. "Do you want to be married?"
"One day." He swallowed. "I'd like to be married to you."
She smiled and leaned down for a deep kiss. As she pulled out of the kiss, she whispered, "Let's do it."
"Yeah?" Peeta's smile was huge.
"Why not? We've been living together for a while. We're planning a future together." As she leaned back, Katniss scratched long red marks down his chest. "We should just finish it out with a marriage license."
"You're sure?" He strained against his cuffs.
"I am." She smiled. "I like the thought of being married to you."
"You've never mentioned it."
"Because I wasn't sure until today." She raked her eyes over his body. "We take such good care of each other, Pup."
He shook the chains that held him to the bed. "Can we celebrate, Princess?"
She leaned close and grabbed his face. "We're in the bedroom."
"Mistress, may I request a change for tonight?"
She smiled and kissed him before she reached up and unhooked one wrist. "Gotta keep it interesting." She stood and undressed. "We'll take a nice, long shower after this."
"I look forward to every moment you give me." He watched hungrily as she climbed on top of him.
It was actually the sweetest lovemaking Katniss and Peeta had yet to experience together. Even with the vanilla nights, Peeta rarely ended a session without scratches or bruises.
