As promised, here is the second part of this chapter! (warning! smutty! and if you don't like the idea of dark Peeta, don't continue to read!)
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He closes the door and helps me carry up my presents to our bedroom. When our hands are empty, he pushes me against the door and holds my hands over my head. He knees my legs apart and pushes his knee against my throbbing core. Keeping my wrists trapped in one hand, he lowers the other to grasp my breast through my dress. I worry about the soft material and start to squirm.
"Don't ruin this dress." He chuckles softly and releases my hands.
"Fine, let's get it off of you then." His hands slide under the dress and he lifts it over my head. He drapes it over the chair in the corner before he comes back to me and holds my wrists up again.
"Peeta," I pant while I grind against his knee, desperate for friction. His lips are melded to my neck and I moan wildly as I feel the bruise forming. His hand is yanking the cups of my bra down and his wandering fingers find my hardened nipple. I squeal as he takes one between his fingers and before I know it, his lips are closed around it. He releases my hands and reaches around me to unhook my bra. Tossing it aside he takes both of my breasts in his hands and plants kisses between my chest. Looking up at me, he takes one into his mouth while he palms the other. I'm incoherent with desire and we're not even naked. He walks me to the back of the bed and I fall back, Peeta following me down. I'm just in my underwear while he is still fully clothed and I find this unfair. I reach up and unbutton his shirt, flinging it across the room. His mouth is latched to my chest again and I cry out as his tongue swirls around my nipple. He takes it between his teeth and tugs gently and my hips jerk uncontrollably.
"Ah! God Peeta!" He looks up at me and I feel his hand travel lower until he cups me through my underwear. He looks surprised at how wet I am and he smirks against my skin. He starts to rub me, hard, and I nearly cry at how good it feels. But it's not enough and he knows it. He moves the cloth aside so he can slide two fingers in, which he trails up and down my slit, collecting the wetness that gathers there. His fingers thrust in and out and then travel up and down again. My legs fall wide open and he tears his mouth away from my breast and plants kisses around my inner thighs. Hooking his thumb in the band of my panties, he tugs and throws them to the side. He leans in and drapes my legs over his shoulders so he can get closer and I feel his warm breath directly on my center. I jerk upwards and I feel the faintest touch from his tongue.
"P-Peeta!" His eyes find mine and hold my gaze as his tongue takes the same pattern that his fingers had. Staring into his eyes while he pleasures me is different and not unpleasant. I see the love and lust shining in his crystal depths and it makes me writhe even more. His gentle teasing turns into an attack on my clit as he begins to suck, alternating before gentle licks and then hard sucking. I grind upwards against his face, feeling the vibrations as he moans against me.
"Oh! Peeta! OH GOD!" He moves his hand back up and crooks two fingers inside me. Plunging in and out, his tongue working at my clit, I race towards my climax and scream his name to the dark room.
"PEETA!" He lets me fall, lifeless, to the bed and he hovers over me as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
"I could do that all day," he says softly and I open one eye.
"I won't stop you." He chuckles and bends down to kiss me; I taste myself on him and it's strangely arousing.
"My turn," I tell him as I reach down and work at his belt. He assists in pulling his pants and his boxers down his legs and they join my clothes on the floor. I start to lower myself to him but he stops me.
"I have a better idea." He moves me around so that we're lying on our sides and his face is at my center. I see his weeping cock just inches from my face and I glance away.
"Um…what-?"
"Together," is all he says before his mouth is on me again.
Oh fuck. How does he expect me to do this when he is doing that?! But I lean forward and lick down his shift and both feel and hear him let out a long moan. I reach up and grasp him, holding him still so I can close my mouth around him and he jerks into my mouth. He rolls us over so that I am straddling his mouth but this way, I can take him deeper into my throat. He moans his appreciation as he licks all around but never where I need him most. If he wants to tease, I can too. I pull away and plant small kisses on his tip, my tongue only lightly touching him. He jerks upwards but I lean back and keep my kisses feathery light. He groans and seems to get the picture. He sucks on my clit and I let out a scream. In return, I take him into my mouth and hollow out my cheeks.
"Fuck!" I hear him swear against my skin. I lower myself all the way down and feel him hit the back of my throat. I feel him start to shake and know he is close. My hands move down to stroke him as I take him into my mouth again.
"Unnnnngh! Katniss!" He jerks his hips upward and he explodes in my mouth. I continue to lick and kiss for a few moments before I let him fall from my lips. Peeta catches his breath rather quickly and grabs my hips, holding me still while he continues to work me to my second orgasm of the night. He reaches up and tweaks my nipples and I find myself riding his face.
"Come all over me, Katniss."
"Oh shit!" His dirty talk does the trick. I'm coming so hard that I can't stop shaking and I feel him lapping at me still. I try to move off of him but he holds me down, his tongue flattened and traveling up and down again.
"Peeta," I pant, way past exhausted. He lifts my leg and helps me off of him, only to pull me down again and slides me up his body.
"God I love you so much," he breathes against my lips. I can barely nod my head and merely lay on him, trying to catch my breath. After awhile, he starts to get up and head to the bathroom, coming back with a wet rag. I close my legs and he looks surprised.
"We aren't finished," I say in my best sultry voice. His eyes widen.
"We're not?"
"It's my birthday for a few more hours. I want some amazing birthday sex." He grins at me and shakes his head.
"Alright, amazing birthday sex. You got it. Just…give me a moment." I nod and suddenly remember Johanna's gift. I reach over and grab the box and he curls up beside me.
"Is that from Jo?"
"She said not to open it while people were there but that I could open it with you. I'm kind of scared."
"Knowing her, you should be," he laughs. I pull the lid off and gape at the contents of the box.
"What the hell, Johanna."
"Wow," Peeta says, pulling out a hand of silver handcuffs and inspecting them. I pull out a rubber ring and look at Peeta, puzzled. He looks as confused as I do as he takes it from me and studies it. He lets out a whistle and reaches in, bringing out a long silver stick that looks somewhat like a shower massage. My brow raises.
"I take it you know what that one is?"
"Not from experience but I've heard a lot about this one. It's more for you but I cant wait to watch." I blush furiously and he chuckles softly as he kisses my cheek.
"What else is there? Oh, good god Johanna," he pulls out a leather riding crop and I blush ten shades of red. He, on the other hand, looks a little pale.
"Yeah, we'll put that one aside," he mumbles. He also pulls out a blindfold and something else we have no idea about but the illustration shows the woman's feet tied with her legs spread. I can spread my legs just fine on my own. Well, Peeta can spread them himself. I don't need to be tied up.
"You ready to have some fun?" I shiver at how low his voice has gotten and I look up at him to see his eyes are a dark shade of blue. He looks ravenous and he swoops down on me for a kiss. Pushing me back, he brings my hands over my head and I feel something cold. When he lowers his hands, I realize that he has handcuffed me to the bed frame. I tug at them but they merely click against the bed. Peeta is leaving soft kisses all over my face before I'm swallowed by darkness. I gasp and shake my head, trying to shake the blindfold off but I hear him trying to soothe me.
"Hey, hey. I'm right here. You're safe. I'll never let anything happen to you." Despite my situation, I relax at his words and feel his lips on my skin again. He meets my lips and I am desperate for his kisses. But his lips travel lower and lower, stopping to suck on my breast and I arch off the bed, shoving more flesh into his eager mouth. Peeta's hands feel incredible as they knead my flesh, his tongue making gentle patterns around my nipple before taking it between his teeth and tugging. I'm already so turned on that I may come before he gets down there! He takes his time moving down my trembling body. He's teasing now and I grunt impatiently. He lets out a soft chuckle against my skin and his hands rake down my hips and thighs. Oh god, his hands. So gentle and so capable of creating such beauty yet so strong and ready to give me protection and pleasure. I strain against the cuffs and yearn to touch him. He seems to like the control. I don't love being tied up but his lips are comforting and he whispers soothing words in my ear each time I shake the cuffs. I hear a buzzing noise and feel an intense sensation on my already-sensitive nipple. He sucks one breast while running the vibrating wand over the other. He trails the wand down until he parts my thighs with his hands and kisses around my drenched center. The wand trails down my inner thigh and he circles my core with it. I'm already desperate for my release and I buck my hips but I feel him kiss my pelvis and laugh.
"Not yet. I want you begging for it."
"Peeta…please…"
"You're so anxious for this to be over? I rather like seeing you this way. Writhing in absolute agony." The tone of his voice startles me and I shake all over. I'm not sure if I want the blindfold off. It doesn't sound like Peeta and the thought sort of frightens me. But the wand moves higher and he parts my folds with his fingers and I scream as I feel the vibrations directly on my clit. I'm shaking within minutes. He flips a switch and the vibrations increase.
"Oh fuck," I whimper, my thighs starting to shake. My orgasm comes fast and hard and I'm screaming his name. But he doesn't let up. He moves the wand around and then presses on my clit again. I want to cry at how good it feels but I'm starting to feel weak and I don't know how I will reach another orgasm. Nevertheless, I feel it building and it takes the wand away just for a second, to kiss my thigh, before bringing it back and pressing hard. I strain against the cuffs again, arching off the bed as I come. Thankfully he switches it off and I feel his tongue circling me, lapping up my arousal.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he growls.
"Peeta." I shake my head and feel him shift beside me. "Take this off me. Please."
"Why? I thought you wanted amazing birthday sex. "
"I want to see you. Please." But he doesn't move to take it off. I feel him kiss my cheek and he bites my ear. A soft chuckle echoes in my ear and I shiver. I'm becoming panicked as I imagine my Peeta becoming someone else. Someone darker and more feral. I pull against the cuffs and wince as I feel them slice my skin.
"Peeta, please," I try again. "I don't like this anymore…"
"What's not to like, baby? Just catch your breath and we'll go again."
"Peeta!" I hope my sharp tone gets his attention. I feel him freeze and I sigh. Good. Let him come back to me. Let my sweet Peeta come back to me.
"Please," I soften my voice. "Let me out of these things. I just…need to see you." His shaking fingers lift the blindfold off and I blink up into his dark eyes. As I hold his gaze, I watch his eyes return to their beautiful blue and he blinks. He hurriedly shoves the key into the cuffs and they come off with a click. My arms are around him in an instant and he is holding me close, stroking my hair.
"I'm sorry," I register him saying, his voice much softer. "I'm so sorry." I pull away and search his gaze. His face is full of guilt and regret.
"What are you sorry for? You've been wonderful."
"Wonderful? You were crying, Katniss."
"I wasn't-" I stop as his thumbs run below my eyes and sure enough, they come back wet. I swallow and he looks at me sadly.
"I just went to a dark place," he says softly. "And I couldn't…I'm so sorry, Katniss, please forgive me." I gather him in my arms and rock him gently.
"Hush Peeta. It's ok. It was just for a moment and you didn't hurt me. Don't feel bad. Please don't." I glance at the wand and blindfold and decide we'll leave the kinky stuff to Johanna. I'm just fine with my sweet Peeta and don't need anything beyond that.