My Kinky Valentine

Kalleasto McMahon looked up from the purple satin bra she was examining to gaze over at Matt Hardy where he stood, holding up two sets of matching bra and panties. One was white and lacy, the other black leather. She grinned at him, "Trying to cover both kinds of kinky, Matt?"

He groaned, stepping closer, thrusting them nearer her face, "Which one?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're supposed to be helping me choose Krissy's Valentine's Day present."

The girl shrugged, looking back to the bra she was studying, "I already told you, Matty, get her something different."

"Yes, but you weren't exactly specific, and dayum, Kalli, how do I buy for a girl who can afford to buy anything her heart desires?"

Smiling to herself at the exasperated tone in his voice, she told him, "Them make her something!"

"Like..." Kalli pondered for a moment, glancing over the lingerie in his hands, "Like her very own personalized set of bra and panties." She shrugged again, "You can sew her something, right?"

Matt sighed, "Okay, jackets are one thing, bra and panties? That's something else." He lowered the items, his face falling, "And I only have a day left..."

She reached over, patting his cheek, "You better get cracking then, hadn't you?" She held up the purple bra in her hand, "Do you think Jeffy would like this?"

Again the Hardy Boy sighed, but eventually he offered her, "On you? Sure."

"Actually, I was hoping to get him into it..."

And though the smile on her face told him she was joking, something in the tone of her voice said otherwise and Matt grimaced. "Too much information, Kallikins." He shook his head, "So... Lace or leather?" He held the items up again redundantly and Kalli laughed. "Kalli, come on! I want to make this Valentine's special for us..."

She sighed. "All right, all right." She cast a look over both outfits, reaching out to feel each, examining them carefully. Eventually she pointed to the leather, "That one."

Shock painted Matt's face, "This one?" He held the bra and panties up, "But..." He looked to the white lace in his other hand, "I thought you'd say this one."

"Yes, and so would Krissy." She smiled, "That's why you gotta surprise her."

"Surprise her?" Matt struggled, "I think I'll scare her half to death."

The McMahon Heiress reached out to take the white lace set from him, returning it to the shelf. "Matty, I know my sister, deep down I bet there's a tiger just dying to get out."

Snatching a hold of his hand, Kalli lead him across the store to the slightly more darkened corner of it. The racks that now surrounded them held much more dangerous sets of lingerie. Panties with zips on them, crutch less panties... And best yet.

The girl examined the items on the racks before her while Matt glanced about nervously. "Uh, Kalli..."

"Gotcha!" Kalli exclaimed loudly, cutting him off. She snatched a small cat of nine tails from one of the shelves to one side of the section. She whirled, thrusting it Matt, "And this too."

Paling, Matt held it up, "This too???"

"Uh huh!" The girl clapped her hands together excitedly, "You are going to have the best Valentine's ever!!!"

The elder Hardy Boy shook his head, "Kalli... You do realize we're shopping for me and Krissy and not you and Jeff?"

Planting her hands on her hips, the girl narrowed her eyes on him, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Uh..." A might sheepish, Matt stammered, "It's just that... You and Jeff... You're kinda... Uh..."

"Extreme?" He nodded and she laughed, "And hullo? Aren't you meant to be part of Team Xtreme too?"

Indignantly, he snapped, "I am... I just..."

Kalli shook her head, "Matty, trust me, you and Krissy, if you open yourselves up to some new possibilities will have a WOW of a time."

The girl slapped a hand over his mouth. "Now shut up and let's pay for this stuff." She turned him and shoved him toward the nearest shop assistant. Pausing for a moment to look back at the gear behind her. She cast a discreet little look from side to side and then reached up to grab a cat of nine tails for herself, before turning and following Matt.

The nearest shop assistant, a slender blonde, approached them, "Can I help you with that, sir?" She asked softly.

Matt was an instant shade of red, "Uh... Well..." His grip on the leather bra and panties and the cat of nine tails tightened. "Well..."

Kalli popped up from behind him, standing on her tip toes to rest her chin on his shoulder, "We'd like to pay for these, thanks."

"Certainly," the girl tried to hide her smile at Matt's embarrassment, "Right this way." Matt cast a half-hearted glare back at Kalli, but the McMahon Heiress simply grinned back in response, giving him a gentle nudge forward.

Despite himself, as he and Kalli paid for their items, the Hardy Boy hung back slightly, still fighting the flush of colour in his cheeks. Of all the things Kalli had put him through over the years, this was possibly one of the more embarrassing. As they exited the shop, he mused to her, "You have no shame, you know that right?"

"Shame is for the faint hearted," she told him, slipping an arm through his as they walked through the crowded mall. The girl looked around, "Looks like lots of people are having that last minute Valentine's rush."

"Yeah," Matt looked down at her, "You all organized for tomorrow?"

Kalli nodded, "Uh huh. Melly and I did our shopping last week. Melly got Chris a bunch of CD's to add to his collection. Ooohhh, and some naughty lingerie. That's how I knew where that little shop was."

"Figures," Matt smiled, "And what did you get Jeff?"

"Well..." Kalli cast a coy look around and then pulled her best friend to a halt, standing on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.

The look on Matt Hardy's face in response was priceless.

His jaw dropped, and he gulped loudly, his eyes wide in a mixture of horror and surprise. "That's..." He broke off, not sure how to describe it.

The girl giggled, "I know! Jeffy is gonna be stoked." She started forward, having to drag Matt with her to snap him out of his shock.

"You know, you and Jeff are..." He looked down at her, shaking his head, "Well... Evidently a match made in heaven, anyway."

The pair walked on, Matt still flustered, gazing from this shop window to the next as Kalli looked around beside him, eventually starting to say, "You know, I think that..."

But Matt loosened his arm of his, walking away from her. She stopped, staring after him a moment, her expression curious. When he stopped at a jewellery store window, she smiled, moving to stand beside him. She followed his gaze where it was locked inside the window.

She smiled, "Gold or Silver?"

He whispered, "Silver," then moved around her, walking into the jewellery store as Kalli looked on, still smiling.

Matt Hardy sipped at his glass of champagne, propping his head up on his hand where he lay on his side next to Krissy on that North Carolina evening. Nestled onto a large woollen blanket behind the house, the pair had shared a picnic dinner Krissy had organized for them, and now, several glasses of champagne later, his resolve was sufficiently strengthened.

The girl across from him over the strawberry she was sucking softly on, "Mmm Mmm?" She asked, not removing it from between her pouting lips.

"I want to give you your present."

Grinning, she bit the end of the strawberry before asking softly, "You do?" He nodded and she nearly clapped in her excitement, "What is it?"

He finished the last of his glass of champagne, climbing to his feet, "Come on inside."

There was something in the seductive lull of the Hardy Boys voice that made the girl blush, but she did so quickly, taking his hand and letting him lead her into the house, suddenly very grateful that Gilbert had chosen to be elsewhere for the night. She followed Matt through the house to his bedroom, smiling when her eyes fell on the silver box on the bed. She hurried over to it, scooping the large flat box up in her hands, "This is for me?" He nodded. "Can I open it now?" He chuckled, nodding again and she tore it open quickly, pushing back the soft tissue paper in it quickly.

When her fingertips met the leather bra, she gasped, "Mattykins!"

He smiled softly, "I thought... Well... It's Valentine's Day. Why not try something a little different?"

She giggled, pulling back more of the tissue paper, when her eyes found the cat of nine tails, she blushed, "Matt!"

The shock on her face startled him a little and he asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Krissy looked up at him, the concern on his face touching her, "Oh, Matty." She moved over to him, gently caressing his cheek with her free hand, "It's wonderful," she placed a sweet kiss on his lips, "It's just not what I expected..." Her eyes narrowed playfully, "You took Kalli shopping with you, didn't you?"

"Uh, well..." He raised an eyebrow at her, "How did you know?"

"This has Kalli written all over it." She looked down at the open box, running her fingers over the leather again.

Matt and Krissy had been together a long, long time, and though there had been times when Krissy had considered perhaps trying something a little more risque with him, so comfortable with him was she, they never had.

"We don't have to use them..."

He started, but the girls fingertips pressed over his lips silenced him. She gave him a loving smile. "I'm game..." She dared him teasingly, "If you're up for the challenge, Mr. Hardy."

"I'm..." He blushed, "Up for it, all right."

She giggled, "Give me one minute then." She placed another kiss on his lips and then ran across the room, disappearing into the bathroom.

While she was gone, Matt moved to the bedside table, popping open the drawer on his side of the bed. From his pocket he pulled a tiny, gift wrapped box that he slid into the very back of the drawer. When he closed the drawer over, he sat down on the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks and tossing them away, unable to wipe the delighted smile from his face.

"So what do you think?"

Matt turned at the sound of Krissy's shaking voice, climbing to his feet. When his eyes met her slender frame, clad only in the leather bra with it's matching leather panties, the cat of nine tails held shakily in hand, his jaw dropped. "Oh... My... God..."

Blushing, nervous, Krissy asked, "Is that a good Oh My God or a bad one?"

"Neither," he shook his head stepping around the bed to meet her in front of it. "It's... It's..." Forgetting what he was saying when she pressed into his arms, he barely managed to whisper, "It's an amazing Oh My God... You look amazing..."

"How amazing?" The girl whispered seductively, the only thing slightly tarnishing the dominatrix look being the blush on her cheeks.

Matt shook his head, struggling at best, "So... So Amazing, Krissy..." He reached up a hand to press against her cheek. She tilted her face into his hand a moment before a wicked smile touched her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she snapped the cat of nine tails up, smacking his hand. He yanked it away quickly, startled. "Krissy..." He breathed.

The girl grinned, "Don't touch me unless I ask to be touched, slave boy."

For the second time that night, Matt's jaw dropped. The outfit was one thing. He had never thought Krissy would actually get into the act...

Krissy's grin deepened, "I could get used to this."

He chuckled, "I bet." He locked his eyes on hers, whispering, "So what does my mistress bid me do?"

Fighting to suppress a further smile at this, Krissy cleared her throat. She leant forward, pushing the butt of the cat of nine tails into his chest. "Take it off." Matt nodded eagerly at this, tearing his shirt off quickly and tossing it away. Krissy grinned, satisfied by this and whispered, "Take it all off."

Unable to resist, Matt asked sheepishly, "You don't want to help me?" In response, Krissy flicked the cat of nine tails forward, it's ends slapping loudly against his chest. Stung, Matt raised a hand to rub his chest, shock on his face again.

Slipping, Krissy asked, "Did I hurt you?" He shook his head, blushing and she grinned, her tone strengthened again. "Take it all off," she ordered. He hurried to undo his belt and slide off his pants, but the whip met his chest again, this time leaving little red marks across it. "Slowly," she told him.

And so slowly it was... Matt slid his pants from his body with as much grace as he could, kicking them across the room when they were down at his ankles, standing clad only in his boxer shorts now. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she beckoned him on. A new flush of colour in his cheeks, he pulled them down. Slowly, carefully, unable to resist the temptation to smile when he saw how her eyes crept over his body, taking in every delicious inch of him, her eyes sparkling with her desire.

"Now," she whispered, the breath near catching in her throat as she stepped nearer him, careful not to touch him. She ran the butt of the cat of nine tails softly, slowly over his chest, "Take off my panties," her voice was trembling almost as much as she was as she said it, but she managed to go on, "Without touching me."

Matt gulped, nodding. He dropped to his knees before her, carefully taking hold of the leather waist of them. His fingers brushed her skin as he did so and she brought the whip down onto his back. He cringed, "Sorry..."

"Don't let it happen again," she barked.

He lowered his head to hide his smile, but gradually pulled them down, as careful as he could be. Twice at her thighs his fingers met her flesh, and fighting the tingles within her, she brought the cat of nine tails down on him again.

Matt gazed up at her a moment, quickly looking down again, as submissive as he could be. His eyes met her waist before him and he paused, barely able to resist the temptation to lean forward and bury himself in the peak of her thighs.

"Get up!" She snapped, breaking his train of thought. He stood and she smirked at him, "Good boy."

"Thanks..." He started, but the words died when she grabbed his shoulders, roughly shoving him down onto the bed. He bounced there a few times before she knelt on the end of the bed, putting the handle of the cat of nine tails between her teeth. She crawled across him, elegant as a cat, her leather clad breasts running across his flesh. When she was perched over his waist, a muffled snicker came from her, he breasts pressing into his firm erection.

He moaned softly, "Krissy... Oh god, baby..."

But she did not stay perched there for long. Forward she crept, slowly, sultry, her gorgeous green eyes locked on his puppy dog brown ones. He nearly whimpered at the passion on her face, his heart racing with his love for her. Her lips curled wickedly and she continued to move until she turned over him, her ass waving teasingly in his face, one knee on one side of him, one on the other as she back up until she straddled his head with her waist.

Gazing up into her glistening pussy, Matt was unable to resist, he leant up, flicking her tongue over her clit...

And though she cried out, having to bite her lip to silence herself, she brought the whip down onto his chest again. "Not until I tell you to," she growled.

The sentence ended with a second strike to his chest. Matt grinned. At this rate he would be black and blue in the morning.

And honest to God, he didn't care.

Perched above him, her breath in her throat, her bosom heaving heavily from her excitement, Krissy fought to take a deep breath, determined to remain as in control as possible.

She could feel him beneath her, practically squirming with his desire for her, and she loved it, savouring every pained, tiny movement he made.

"What's the matter, slave boy?" She whispered huskily, "Hungry?"

Matt nodded eagerly, his hair tickling the inside of her thighs. She barely kept from giggling as he told her, "I'm hungry..." His voice was a mark of desperation, "For you, Krissy..." The whip met his chest again and he groaned, "Ooowww!"

Only now did her giggle escape her, "That's Mistress to you, slave boy."

He cooed appeasingly, "Mistress..." He whispered, "I hunger for you. Only for you."

Krissy smiled at this, her insides melting. It was hard to be all domineering and forceful when the man you loved was obviously willing to do anything to please you.

She ran her free hand across his chest, unable to resist a moment longer, "Now, slave boy."

Matt leant forward, his hands grabbing onto Krissy's hips, pulling her down onto him, his face buried in her soft mound, his tongue instantly darting out to sweep across her dampened clit. Shivers broke through her and instantly she moaned, "God... Matty..."

On and on he lapped at her, breaking up the gentle strokes of his tongue here and there to suck her clit into his mouth, his lips fastening adoringly around it. Up and down, side to side, anyway he could devise to please her.

And pleased she was, with every new motion he moved in, a fresh cry, louder than the one that had just come before it, echoed around the bedroom, Krissy's mind a whirl with the tiny explosions that seemed to be rocking each part of her body. Her grasp on the cat of nine tails tightened, and only then did she remember where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. "Slave boy..." She panted, barely able to keep her voice audible, "I want you... To..." A moan interrupted her words before she managed to go on, "I want you to take your fingers... Not one... Not two..." She moaned again, "Three fingers..." She gasped, not needing to finish the sentence as Matt darted a hand between her thighs, his fingers slowly, one by one, dipping into her dripping hole. "Oh God!!!" She cried out, slowly grinding down further onto his face, not caring if he needed to breathe or not, just wanting more of him.

One by one, the tiny explosions in her mounted, and as he lapped at her, faster than ever, she screamed, the echo of her orgasm reverberating through the house so loudly Matt almost wondered if Jeff and Kalli would be able to hear it from up the road. She collapsed forward, her hands nestled into the bed at either side of him as she struggled for breath. She barely lifted a leg over him to turn and lay down on her back against the soft covers of the bed. "Oh God..." She whispered, looking over at him where he lay beside her, her eyes filled with total love, his returning that look entirely. She giggled softly, "Slave boy..."

He smirked, "I aim to please."

Krissy grinned, "Well you're not done yet."

Matt arched an eyebrow at her, "I'm not?"

"No," she whispered demandingly, "Fuck me, slave boy."

The Hardy Boy's face was covered by his ecstatic grin and he got up, leaning over her, moving to kiss her, but again the whip met his chest. "Lay back down," she ordered. Rubbing his chest he did so, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want you to understand one thing, slave boy..." She moved over him, somehow straddling his hips, hovering just a few centimetres from his erection. She brought the whip down on him again, slightly harder than before and he flinched in a mixture of elation and pain. "I'm in control here. Not you." She smirked darkly, "You are here to pleasure me. Not the other way around. Do you understand?"

Matt nodded, "Yes, Krissy... Ooowww!" He rubbed at his chest again as she struck out at him with the whip. He whispered, "I mean, Yes, Mistress."

"That's better," she barked, grinning, enjoying the very power, the very passion of this adventure like she had never enjoyed anything before it. She leant down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, and then in one quick motion she lowered herself onto him taking him into her as deeply as possible. Both cried out with the movement, Matt biting his lip, his hands clenching the bed sheets. He was so hot for her right then and there he was scared he would lose it too soon and disappoint her.

But something in the vicious look of passion on her face told him she would only make him go again if that happened.

Sitting as upright as possible, lifting herself and lowering herself back down, Krissy hands ran over the leather bra she was wearing. She grinned as she sat the whip down beside her, unhooking the bra and sliding it from her body. She ran it teasingly over his chest and then tossed it away, her breasts bouncing, up and down unde the motions of her movements and Matt's thrusting deeply up into her. Unable to resist her, he crept his hands up to touch her again, but she had scooped the whip up and brought it back down onto his chest again as he did so, sending his hands darting back to the bed sheets. "Fuck me, slave boy," she cooed breathlessly. "Come on... Harder..." She growled, running the whips softly over her breasts, teasing him, daring him as she told him, "I know you can do better than that."

Taking a deep breath, Matt nodded, arching his back beneath her, pushing up into her with all the strength he had, as much force in the movements as he had in him. Krissy cried out, the whip slipping from her fingers as she slammed herself down onto him, leaning forward. Her breasts nestled against his chest as her hands crept into his hair, tangling wildly, pulling without remorse on the sweat dampened darkness of it, her lips meeting his, her tongue burying in his mouth before she pulled away, her lips pressing against his neck, her tongue flicking back and forth before she buried her teeth into him.

Beneath her, Matt cried out, his entire body trembling and though he longed to hold out for her, he was unable to a moment longer. "Krissy!" he cried out as he came with a thundering vengeance inside her, a scream of her own going up as he filled her, a second orgasm racking her body.

The pair collapsed where they lay, Matt sinking deeply into the bed, Krissy sinking into his arms. He chuckled softly, "Can I touch you now..?"

"Please," she whimpered, grateful when his arms moved around her, pressing her even tighter against his chest. He stroked his fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to his. He smiled adoringly at her, and when she returned his smile with a perfect one of her own, he leant forward, kissing her tenderly.

For minutes they were suspended like that, each getting their breath back, unable to move from the other's embrace.

Eventually Matt whispered, "You know..." He kissed her again, "That wasn't the only present I got you for Valentine's Day."

Krissy gasped, giggling slightly, "You mean there's more?" He nodded and she asked, "Matty... What more could you possibly give me?"

"Well..." He motioned for her to move over to her side of the bed. She did so reluctantly and he sat up, his shaking hands opening the drawer beside the bed. "When Kalli and I were shopping... We walked past this place." He pulled the tiny box from the draw, closing it over and turning back to her. "When I saw this," he fidgeted with it nervously, "I thought of you."

"Matty..." she cooed, somehow finding strength of her own to sit up, "You didn't have to..."

He shook his head, "I wanted to." He held it out to her, "Here."

Her own hands shaking now, she took the parcel from him, slowly unwrapping it to reveal a tiny black box, covered in soft velvet. She looked up at him, "Matty..."

The Hardy Boy beckoned her on, "Go on."

And so she lifted the lid on the tiny box, gasping when her eyes fell on the delicately crafted silver ring inside.

It was a Claddagh ring. With a heart, a hand clutching it on either side and a crown resting upon it.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

He reached over, taking the box from her to remove the ring. His sweating hands barely kept a hold of it, but he took her hand, managing to slide it onto her finger. "The hands," he whispered, "They represent friendship." He smiled at her, "The crown, loyalty." His smile deepened, "And the heart..." They shared a smile, both all too aware of its symbolism. "Always wear it with the heart pointing toward you."

"Why?" She asked softly.

Matt smiled adoringly, his voice shaking as he whispered, "It means you belong to someone."

"Oh, Matty..." The girl leapt forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, their lips meeting. "I love you," she whispered, "I love you so much." She struggled on, "What... What we just did... What just happened..." She locked her eyes on his, "I could never do that with anyone else..." She told him all honesty, "I only feel safe enough, comfortable enough to do that..." Her fingers lightly caressed his face, "With you."

"I know," he whispered, "I feel the same." He kissed her gently, "Krissy, no matter what... Please, always remember..." He told her meaningfully, "I love you."

She grinned at this, kissing him, "Forever?" She asked playfully, giddy with her joy.

He nodded, his tone more serious than it had ever been, "Forever."

And then their lips met again...