Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

Kelly kissed him greedily, hinting at the fire within her. A fire she was determined would melt through Ivans icey exterior to find the man hiding within. If that was even possible. The music was to loud, to frenetic, for Kelly's tastes, and she didn't realy like it, much prefering the Northern European style of music she'd been brought up on. There were far better dancers around them but gymnastics floor work in many ways resembled a kind of solo dance so that training had helped her interpret Ivan's cues as they danced. Admitedly there were far better dancers around her but she doubted anyone was scoring her performance, except possibly herself. Anyway, Ivan didn't seem to be complaining about her efforts judging from how she seemed to be the total focus of his attention dispite the far from perfect way she interpreted the various dance moves, or perhaps Ivan was to preoccupied with exploring her body as he tried to work out what she liked to notice. And find out he did. Kelly couldn't help the sighs and soft gasps of suppressed pleasure that escaped her in reponse to his wandering hands as they alternated from soft, gentle stroking to a more forcefull grip and even sometimes, a pinch. From the way he quickly concentrated his attention on her neck and throat, not just kissing and nuzzling the soft skin, but the way he applied just enough pressure to restrict her breathing reflex told her Ivan had worked out she was a gasper, but did he have any idea of the effect he was having on her, or the growing dampness between her legs when he did that? Even so, the effect his bearhug had had on her suprised even Kelly because no-one had ever done that to her before. Breathing out was easy, but breathing in had taken a real effort and she'd reacted with an involuntary grinding of her bum hard against the bulge in his pants. As much as Kelly enjoyed normal sex, it was just that having her ability to breath restricted was that little extra something that could turn great sex into a totaly mind blowing experience. But Ivan was a professional killer and he was quickly learning what buttons to push to turn her on. What if he did it for real? His unpredictability, the feeling of vulnerability both scared and exited her. Having her throat nuzzled and kissed by a lover had always been a massive turn-on but at the same time she absolutely hated love bites or any kind of visible bruising it always seemed to her that it was just like when you saw some animal in a wildlife program on TV pissing on a tree to mark it's territory, and Kelly was no-ones territory, or property. She knew some girls got off on what to all intents and purposes was being strangled during sex because they enjoyed not just the violence but the danger of their situation if their partner took the game to far. That realy wasn't Kelly's thing though. What did it for Kelly was having her breathing restricted in such a way that she could still breath, but with difficulty, all the while knowing her body wasn't getting anywhere near enough air to meet it's demands for oxygen. The danger was just as real, it just took longer. Even though Kelly was something of an anglophile, punk was something she wished the British had kept to themselves instead of inflicting it on the rest of an an unsuspecting world, so she'd nodded gratefully when he'd asked if she wanted another drink. There had been an unmistakable look of exitement in Ivan's eyes as they'd made their way back to the bar, but was it just a physical reaction to the contact of their bodies or something more? She'd quickly downed her gin and tonic when it arrived and then ordered another. This time she sipped more slowly at the drink while staring into his eyes as if trying to see into his mind and decide on his intentions towards her.