A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! Today is my day off, so I'm having a blast letting my imagination run wild with these two gorgeous creatures! After this chapter though, you might experience a little wait, as I will be back to the grindstone again after today. 

Oh, and let me tell you, gentle folks, your comments from the previous chapters, especially the most recent one, have also served to inspire me to keep working on this story, so thanks a lot for all your comments!

Also, if you are below 18 or a sensitive adult, please skip this chapter, sorry.

One last thing, the image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Copter's POV

It was with a mixture of fear and anticipation that I watched Kimmon as he walked over to his study desk and opened a drawer. I saw him take out a tube of lubricant.

My mixture of emotions turned completely into fear alone when, on his way back from his desk to the couch, he stopped to bend and pick up the pizza cutter from the floor.

"Bernaaaaarrrd!!!" I couldn't help screaming.

"Sweetheart," P'Kim looked at me with fake sympathy, "Bernard is a humanoid. He responds only to my voice."

I didn't know what to believe anymore.

"You have got to be kidding me," I said in a shaky voice.

P'Kim howled with laughter when we heard a knock on his study door.

"Young master, is everything alright?" I heard Bernard ask from the other side of the door.

"Bernard! Please break down the door and come inside!" I yelled as loud as I could.

I watched in frustration as P'Kim walked over to the door and double locked it, saying to Bernard, "Bernard, my man, be a good sport and keep the chef some company. I will personally fetch you from the kitchen when I need your services, capisce?"

"Yes, my master," I heard Bernard say and my heart sank lower and lower as I heard his receding footsteps.

"Darling Cop! Don't look so scared! You're hurting my feelings!" P'Kim put on a fake sad expression, complete with a trembling lower lip.

"If you don't want me to feel scared, throw that pizza cutter away!" I demanded.

"But, honeybunch, this is my one and only chance to play surgeon with a pizza cutter instead of a scalpel! Wasn't that your very own fantasy?"

I regretted so much trying to scare him earlier with that false statement. He was now giving me a taste of my own medicine.

"P'Kim, I beg you..." once again he shut me up effectively with a hot moist kiss.

I couldn't even put my arms around him because I was still handcuffed and tied up.

When he broke the kiss to dip his tongue into the crook joining my shoulder and my neck, I begged him again, "P'Kim, untie me and unclasp me, please..."

"In due time, sweetheart," he whispered breathily, "... in due time ..." He was throwing back the same words at me.

He lifted his head briefly to move his tongue onto the base of my neck, moving downward and sideward to capture my nipple.

"Uhh!" I felt him run the pizza cutter too deeply into my other nipple.

"Oh. oops, forgive me, sweetheart," his apology sounded sincere enough.

"That's enough with the pizza cutter, Kimmon!" I was truly angry now, "don't ruin this evening and make me regret that I ever got to know you." I tried to make my voice as cold as possible.

It seemed to work because I saw him toss the offending tool away.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, "let me untie and unclasp you so we can get down to the real business."

My heart started to thud furiously against my chest once more.

"What do you mean by 'real business', P'Kim?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

"This," he said, as he knelt on the lower part of the couch, bending my legs at the knees, and then pushing my knees to my chest.

I watched him lubricate one finger.

I had forgotten all about the Summer Love Seductive Music that was still playing in the background.

The music reached a loud crescendo just as P'Kim inserted his lubricated finger inside me and I gasped at the unexpected pain.

"Ssshhh..." P'Kim bent and kissed me deeply while trying to widen me down there with his lubricated finger.

He broke the kiss to withdraw his finger and apply more lubricant onto two fingers.

"Uhh... uhh..." I winced at the sharp pain, but as he bore deeper, I felt him hit that pleasurable spot.

"Yes, P'Kim... Kimmie,,, " I started to say...

"Oh god!" my voice was overpowered by the loud crescendo of the background music.

He had inserted three lubricated fingers and was trying to widen me once more down there.

I felt empty when he withdrew his fingers but when I saw how large his blood engorged manhood was as he was lubricating it, I couldn't help screaming, "Nooooooh... P'Kim! Have mercy on me! I'm not sure that you know the first thing about reviving me if I fell unconscious from that enormity!"

"Not to worry," I heard him say under his breath, as he picked up his phone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked, wide eyed.

"Nurse Juliet," he replied.

With one flick of my finger, his phone went flying across his study.

"Are you nuts, Kimmon?" I couldn't believe how such a thing could enter his mind!

I couldn't believe that he would let Nurse Juliet in to our most private moments.

I mean, I trust Nurse Juliet, but this was crossing the line.

"Very well, then, Copter sweetheart," he said in the most honeyed tones he could muster, "if ever you feel that you can't bear the pain any longer, just tell me to stop and I promise I will."

Somehow, I trusted him to keep his word, and I nodded wordlessly in agreement.

I gasped loudly as he entered me but I did not say a word.

I grabbed the remains of my torn shirt and bit viciously into it as he plunged himself deeper and deeper into me.

I felt a twinge of jealousy as I wondered what an expert he was at this kind of lovemaking, because with one last plunge, he had hit me exactly where it pleasured me the most.

Just like that. He knew just where to give me pleasure.

Was this why Newwie was desperate to have him back? Did he give Newwie as much pleasure as he was giving me, so much so that Newwie was willing to resort to kidnapping him just to get him back?

I couldn't keep those jealous thoughts from interfering with the pleasure he was giving me.

But as he kept on hitting me and hitting me and hitting me there, over and over and over, I totally lost myself into the wild pleasure he was giving me, until ...

"P'Kiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmm!" was the last thing I heard myself saying before I lost all consciousness.