~Videl~

The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. The intensity with which Kane stared at her had her insides quivering like Jell-O. The dangerous glint in his stormy, silver eyes flooded her body with as much terror as it did with excitement. He looked like he was seconds away from ravaging her like the wild beast he'd claimed she'd tamed with ease. But the ravenous look on his face was far from tame. It frightened her, and it turned her on at the same time. Kane got off the bed then, and as he circled around the foot of it, his muscles rippled like he was surveying his prey, readying to strike. Videl couldn't take her eyes off of him as he made his way around to the other side of the bed. Then, she was confused when he didn't pounce - he turned to her dresser and started searching through her drawers for something. She wanted to ask what he was looking for, but the words wouldn't come out, so she could only watch in rapt curiosity.

"Hmm . . . " Kane sounded thoughtful. "Ah." He seemed to have found what he wanted in the drawer that she'd found the bathing suit in.

There was a scuffling sound like he was untangling something, and then when he turned around with a purple scarf in one hand, and a pink one in the other, she was even more confused.

"What are those for?" Videl squeaked as he tossed them on her bed and closed the drawer he'd taken them from.

He was looking for scarves? It didn't make sense. He didn't answer her, his silver eyes blazing so hot that they looked white in the darkness of her bedroom. He just held her gaze as he took off his shirt. Videl blushed at the sight of his muscles on display - would she ever be able to breathe when he was shirtless in front of her? Then, she gasped when his hands went to the drawstrings of his sweatpants, untying them with a tantalizing slowness. He smiled wickedly, obviously satisfied with how her eyes couldn't look away from the movement.

He's taking his pants off!?  She squealed in her head, elated and anxious. Oh my Stars!

His pants dropped to the floor, and as he stepped out of them with an inhuman amount of grace, she drank in the sight of him standing in her bedroom in only his boxers that did nothing to conceal the hard bulge underneath. She gasped again - he was so huge that it was daunting. She knew she should shield her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to. She was utterly transfixed by his half-naked body, honed from years of arduous exercise and weight lifting. She could only watch as he climbed onto the space at the head of her bed, and began to bind one of his wrists to the headboard with the purple scarf.

"Kane, what are you doing?" Videl asked, voice shaky and perplexed.

Kane's gaze was simmering her with the fire burning in them as he held the other scarf out for her to take.

"Tie me to the post," Kane growled with another wicked smile.

"Why?" Videl's eyes must have been as wide as dinner plates.

"I don't want to be held responsible for what I'll do to you if I'm let off my leash," Kane's sexy threat set her whole body aflame as he firmly pushed the pink scarf into her palm. His eyes challenged her, daring her not to do as she was told.

Videl's fingers trembled as he raised his muscular arm and held it to the headboard for her to bind his wrist, and she did her best to tie him to it.

"Tighter," Kane demanded dangerously.

Videl's heart thumped as she tightened the scarf.

"Good girl," he praised, his vicious smile sending a pleasurable chill up her spine.

She had a half-naked man tied to her bed, but what was going to happen now? His eyes looked her up and down in a way that made her feel like she was the one who was vulnerable.

"What should I . . . " Videl trailed off, unsure.

"Whatever you want," Kane answered smoothly. "I'm yours."

"So I can . . . " Videl was suddenly buzzing with excitement as she crawled closer.

As she crawled, Kane's eyes narrowed at the opening where the top of her nightgown had accidentally given him a direct view of her bare breasts underneath. He sucked in a sharp breath and Videl's cheeks burned, realizing what he was looking at. His body tensed, and he couldn't seem to drag his eyes away. Videl had the impulse to sit back upright, or hinder his view by clutching the fabric against her chest with her hand, but it was too late now. He had already seen more than she had meant for him to.

"I can touch you?" Videl continued, trying not to sound embarrassed for basically flashing him without warning.

"Yes, please." Kane was still staring down her nightgown, and his plead somehow sounded rough and demanding, and she liked it.

"Wherever I want?" Videl was truly curious, but she was also aware that it sounded like she was teasing him.

"Yes," Kane rasped on an exhale, like he had been holding his breath in anticipation.

"Like . . . this?" Videl whispered, and before she could lose her nerve, she reached out a hand and hovered it over the hard line pressing against his boxers. The place that he hadn't let her touch that day in his bedroom - the place he warned her not to. His eyes widened as they finally tore from her breasts and landed on her hovering hand. His lips parted in shock, like he couldn't believe that was the first  thing that she was dying to touch. When he didn't make a sound to approve or protest, she eagerly stroked the length of him through the fabric.

"Fuck,"  Kane growled and wrestled against his restraints slightly, like his knee-jerk reaction was to stop her.

But she didn't stop. She liked the warmth under her hand, the tantalizing hardness of it, and she delighted herself by feeling it up and down. She marveled at how it somehow felt like it had gotten bigger, harder, longer under her touch, though such a thing seemed impossible, given how much of those things it had already been before.

This is what a man feels like? Wow . . .

~Kane~

Seeing V's soft-looking pink nipples and the fullness of her perky little breasts when her nightgown's neckline had fallen open had been a fucking shock, but nothing shocked him more than when she hovered her delicate hand over his boxers. That's  the first place she wanted to feel?!

"Like . . . this?"

She had asked, looking so innocent and sweet. He wanted to warn her against it - negotiate some other place to explore, but he knew that it wouldn't be fair. She had let him pleasure her with his mouth, she had let him feel how wet she was with his hand - he owed her the freedom to have her fun with him. He told her that she could do whatever she wanted. Then, her hand stroked him through his boxers.

"Fuck,"  Kane growled in a feral way, and his whole body ignited. The scarves around his wrists stopped him from reaching out, and he was as frustrated with himself for putting himself at her mercy as he was thankful for the restraints that kept him from stilling her hand. V continued to stroke him, appearing to be completely fascinated and enthralled by the feel of him. His breath shuddered out raggedly. The thin material of his boxers was not nearly enough of a barrier to dull the sensation of her touch. He groaned and his body betrayed him when his hips bucked slightly, eager for more.

"Can I - " V's shy mumble shook him to the core. "I want to . . . see it."

"V!"  Her name came out as a half-groan, half-whine on his lips.

"Is that okay?" V's hand stilled as she looked up at him with hope in her honey-gold eyes.

He didn't want to reject her request, didn't want to disappoint her. And it wasn't like she really had to ask him, with him tied up like he was. She wanted his permission, needed to know that he was okay with granting her naughty wish.

"If you're sure that's what you want," Kane struggled to say. "I can't stop you."

He purposely avoided saying that it was okay, because he wasn't sure that it was. She was so naive, so innocent. He felt like he was corrupting something pure, and she didn't know what she was getting into with him. She seemed to notice the careful evasiveness of his response, and bit her lip.

"Would you, if you could?" V worried out loud.

Kane didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings with the truth, so he just bent it a little.

"Maybe." Yes.

V looked conflicted, so he offered her a smile to show that he wasn't worried, even though he was. V smiled back, seeming to feel reassured that she wasn't taking advantage of his prone position - that he was willing to let her choose for herself. V's fingers trembled and her face turned crimson, as she slid them through the fly - the slit in the fabric that she would pull him through. Kane forced himself to stay perfectly still when her hand found him and wrapped around his hard length. Her breath whooshed out and her pupils dilated as she freed him from his boxers, and drank in the sight of his manhood in reverence.

"Oh," V gasped when he flexed slightly, and he chuckled. She's fucking adorable.

"It's so big . . . " V whispered as she gazed at it in awe.

Kane got a considerable ego boost, hearing those words from her mouth. He knew that it was, but her marveling at it like she was made him feel ten feet tall. Then, she licked her lips slowly, and suddenly he remembered that this wasn't a game. He had no control in this situation. V, what the hell are you -

But he didn't have the chance to argue. She took him in her pretty little mouth.

"Fuck, V!" Kane gasped, uselessly pulling at the restraints. "You don't have to - "

V flinched, pulling back like she had done it without thinking.

"I want to," V told him, her eyes searching his. "I want to make you feel the way you made me feel in your bedroom."

Kane groaned. She made it sound so simple, when it really wasn't. He was far from easy to please in that way.

"You don't owe me for that," Kane growled, trying to make her see reason. He didn't want her to try to give him a blowjob just because she felt the need to repay him. "You've never done anything like this before. I know you're excited, but I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."

His voice came out pleading toward the end.

"Do you think I'll do it badly?" V's bottom lip trembled, and she looked insecure about her skill, her naivety.

She was breaking his fucking heart! He felt his resolve shattering into pieces.

"It's not that," Kane assured her hoarsely. "I could teach you, but - "

"Teach me, Kane!" V interjected. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

Fucking Stars!  She wanted it so bad, and if she was any other girl, he would have obliged her right away, letting her try it out without a single qualm of preserving her innocence. He enjoyed a good blowjob as much as he enjoyed sex. Why was he fighting this? He must have lost his mind.

Kane sighed, trying to relax. "Okay, baby. You win. I'll tell you what to do."

V's face lit up, melting away any last hint of objection he might have had. She gagged herself a few times in the beginning, but it just made him harder. She took every instruction that he gave her, adjusting to give him pleasure in the way that he liked most, until he had nothing left to advise her on, or gently critique. And by that time, she had found a rhythm in her stroke, and a confidence with her tongue and lips with every groan and growl that she evoked from him. He couldn't help but thrust deeper, meeting her halfway, causing her eyes to water, but she didn't let it stop her. He felt himself building towards the peak, and he gasped in disbelief. No girl had been able to get him there with only her mouth and hands, but then again, no girl had asked for instruction. They had been experienced enough to do as they thought they should, and they had never thought to ask for tips to lean into his personal likes or dislikes. He had never cared to tell them what to do to make it better, because he wasn't planning on a repeat performance, so it didn't matter. Perhaps, he was also a bit impatient, so he would push them off and finish things for himself by fucking them senseless.

"V, I - " Kane cut himself off, wanting to warn her what was coming - that he was going to cum. But it was too late, and his breath shuddered out as he spilled down her throat, throbbing out his release.

V's eyes widened and she let him slip out of her mouth, looking confused. Before he could catch his breath or compose himself enough to explain, she swallowed. Kane's jaw dropped in shock.

"Was that wrong?" V suddenly looked worried. "Is it bad for you?"

He finally caught his breath, and the sharpened clarity he felt was wondrous. "It's not poisonous, if that's what you mean," Kane chuckled.

"Is it gross that I swallowed it?" V asked bashfully.

"Well," Kane shifted slightly, and smirked. "Did it taste gross?"

V shook her head and said, "No." Kane's smirk spread into a satisfied smile.

"I thought it was hot that you didn't spit it out," Kane tried to shrug, but the gesture was odd with his wrists bound.

V's face turned bright red. "Was I supposed to? Is that what . . . girls normally do?" She looked so embarrassed, and maybe a little perturbed at the thought of his experiences with other girls, like she couldn't possibly measure up to those sluts. Kane tried to find the words to answer carefully. Girls in the past usually preferred him to cum on their stomachs, their backs, or their breasts. Pretty much anywhere but inside them. The one time he had pulled out and finished in a girl's mouth, she spit it out and was upset with him afterward, but he laughed it off. He just wanted to see what it felt like to bust in something warm and wet.

"First of all, I just want to say that I didn't plan to cum in your mouth," Kane admitted ruefully. "A blowjob has never gotten me to the finish line, and I'm sorry - it kind of took me by surprise." Kane stared at the canopy overhead while he confessed it. "But you're right that girls don't normally swallow. It doesn't make you weird that you didn't. You didn't know, and I didn't get the chance to tell you."

Kane let his gaze lower back to meet hers. "And like I said before, I think it was fucking hot  that you swallowed my cum. I've always wanted to see that."

V smiled then, looking relieved and pleased with herself that she had been a first for him as well, and she seemed to feel better about the whole situation.

"I did good?"

She was so eager to please.

"You did great," Kane laughed, the sound laced with admiration. He was still in awe that she had managed to do that. "I really want to hold you now, if you would be kind enough to untie me, princess."

V jumped up and straddled him while she untied one of the scarves. His freed hand immediately grabbed her soft breast and squeezed gently. V gasped, in the middle of untying the other scarf, feeling his touch through the silken nightgown. As soon as that hand was free, it found her other breast, too.

"Kane," V breathed, dropping the scarves so she could clasp her hands on the back of his neck.

Kane let out a contented sigh, "I wanted to do that so bad."

V giggled breathlessly, and he slid himself down until he was laying on his back underneath her, caressing and squeezing with a dreamy smile on his face. Then he pinched her nipples, enjoying her squeal of delight, before grabbing her waist and pulling her down so she was laying on his chest. He held her tightly to him, and soon, they fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep - that is, until the gym alarm went off, popping Kane's holo-menu open at 5:30 in the morning. Half-asleep, Kane hastily swiped at the hologram screen to dismiss it, and buried his face in V's hair, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her backside tight to his front, morning-wood be damned.