“I like to play. I haven’t been able to satisfy my urges or cravings in years, Scarlet, and I thought I would never be able to again. You’ve come into my life and now all I think about is telling you what to do and watching you do it for me. Taking you right to the edge over and over and making you beg me to let you go over. I also find a sense of peace when I have my little pet in my bedroom with me. In this room I would very much like you to agree to be my little kiska until I say otherwise.”
He kept his eyes on hers, refusing to look away from her. His hand slid from her nipple down her belly to her fiery red curls. He fed one finger into her hot, slick entrance. There were several ways to tell if a woman was seriously into whatever suggestion a dominant gave her. Testing her reaction was a very good one.
“I mean that literally. When you are my kiska, you will be naked, on your hands and knees. You will serve me, doing anything I ask of you.” His finger was treated to a flood of hot liquid. “You will wear a collar of my choosing and it may change depending on my mood for the day. It won’t be every night, because I want my sensuous woman and my sexy little librarian as well, but I am in desperate need of my pet. So, most of the time, I will want her with me. I will decide when my pet will have the night off.”
He kept his voice low, penetrating, just the way she liked, that soft command, but firm, the one that meant there was no arguing or negotiating. Her feminine channel clamped down like a vise around his finger, scorching hot, slick wet silk, pulsing with life. Her breathing changed, turned ragged. Her bare breasts rose and fell. He removed his finger and held it to her mouth. “Lick, malen’kiy kiska. Clean my finger.”
Keeping her eyes on his, she leaned forward and licked at his finger just like a little kitten might. Her tongue curled around his finger, and his cock, already hard, swelled to bursting proportions. He reached down with his other hand and pulled the drawstring to open the pants. “Open your mouth and suck.”
She parted her lips and he pushed his finger into the warmth of her mouth. She sucked and his cock went diamond hard. He needed to be able to have stamina. So far, she was accepting everything he’d demanded of her. He lifted his hips.
“Pull them off, fold them and put them to one side.”
Scarlet did so. The relief to have the material off his straining cock and balls was wonderful. “While you are my pet, you will always be on your hands and knees, crawling in this room, never walking until I say you can. Why, kiska? Why won’t you be walking on two feet?”
Her gaze dropped from his face to his fist, where he pumped his cock lazily, and then jumped back to his face. There was hunger in her eyes. Desire. “Because pussycats don’t walk upright, Absinthe, they crawl on all fours.”
He nodded. “Very good. That is correct. And that is what you are in this room unless I tell you differently. You will be my beautiful, fiery, sizzling-hot pussy, won’t you?” He dropped his hand to her right nipple and tugged and rolled gently. “So red, when I do this to you. If I pinch harder, it’s bright like your hair. So much for me to play with. Put your knees apart for me. I like to see your pussy so I can see if you like what I’m doing to you.”
Scarlet complied immediately.
“You will wear whatever I choose to lay out for you that day and whatever leash I put on the bed. I will feed you myself. I am responsible for your care in this room. You will not touch any food unless it is from my hand. I will decide if you drink from a glass or a bowl.”
He watched her carefully when he gave her that instruction. Her lashes fluttered but she didn’t object, not even with her body language. That was one major hurdle. There was one more. The most difficult for her. He was going to have to ease into it. So far, Scarlet had been perfect for him just as if she’d been born for him. And more importantly, as if he’d been born for her.
“Turn around, lie down on your belly facing the fireplace. I want you to be very comfortable.” He waited until she did as he instructed and then he took the large, firm pillow he had set by the chair and lifted her hips to slide it under her, pushing her ass into air. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
Scarlet did so, again without hesitation. Absinthe went to his knees in between her legs, poured warm oil into his hands and began to massage it into her thighs, first the left one and then the right. He worked until she was very relaxed and then moved his attention to the firm globes of her bottom. She was very fit, and he dug his fingers into the muscles, kneading and rubbing.
“Have you had anal sex before?”
She started to turn her head.
“It’s an easy enough question to answer, kiska. When I ask you a question, my little pussycat is expected to answer immediately, without hesitation.”
“I’m sorry. I was embarrassed.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. In this room, you are to please me. If I ask you something, I want an answer, and to answer is to please me.”
“Yes.”
“Often?”
“No. Only once.”
Absinthe could tell by her voice Scarlet hadn’t been impressed by her experience. That would raise the stakes between them. In a way, it would make what he required of her even more exciting. If she would really do what he asked of her of her own volition, just because she wanted to please him, because it turned her on to do so, they definitely had a perfect partnership. If she couldn’t, he would know he would have to find a way to live with her without fulfilling his most basic craving.
He continued rubbing the oil into her cheeks, his thumbs sliding into the seam between them, finding that forbidden little star and deliberately sweeping over it again and again. Claiming that territory as his own. “Scarlet. What do redhot little pussycats have right here?”
He pushed his thumb into that star between her cheeks and fucked her slowly. Gently. At the same time, he flicked her clit and strummed and circled it. He was rewarded with another flood of scorching-hot liquid, little droplets collecting on her curls and the inviting entrance to her sex.
“A tail?” For the first time her voice trembled.
He pressed a kiss into the base of her spine. Working her clit. Working her ass. His cock was so hard he thought he might explode. “That’s right, baby. Smoking-hot pussycats have a tail, and when they crawl around, that tail shows off their beautiful ass and the way they can work it. The way they tempt their man. The way they say without words, ‘Come and fuck me. Use me. Use my lovely mouth and give me my treat straight from your cock.’ That sassy tail says, ‘My cute little pussy needs filling up.’ It says, ‘My gorgeous ass is empty and is desperate for your cock.’”
All the while he talked in his low voice, he kept working her body, using that oil on her, pushing his finger, first one then two, into her, fucking her with his fingers while still fucking her ass with his thumb. She was pushing back into him now, trying to find a rhythm, her hips lifting. He leaned down and scraped his teeth over her left cheek, raising more goose bumps. She was very receptive. More than receptive.
He pulled his hands away to replace his fingers with his mouth. She cried out and he stopped, lifting his head. “Pussycats purr. They don’t scream. They can dig their claws into me, or the carpet, but they never scream. They don’t use their voice like that. It’s my fault for not reminding you, so I won’t stop, but you will have to remember, kiska.”
Absinthe couldn’t help but smile as he bent his head again. She tasted like fucking heaven and he was going to feast on her. She wasn’t going to get the relief she thought she would because he was too damned good at what he did. She didn’t have a chance, but that was the fun of playing. That was what he loved. Scarlet had entered into the game with him willingly and she hadn’t looked at him as if he were the most perverted, fucked-up man in the world. Someday, he would tell her why he was the way he was and how he got that way, but not tonight. Tonight, he would see if they were really compatible and if they could fulfill each other’s deepest cravings in the bedroom.
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e sucked on her pussy lips, knowing he was going to shave them bare so she would feel everything he did to them. He used his tongue creatively, drawing out her honey, stabbing and fucking and then stroking caresses, hard, using the flat of his tongue, then soft, licking again, changing the rhythm so she couldn’t get used to it, always putting a steady pressure on that very sensitive little magic button of hers.
Her purrs changed to growls. The nails curled into the carpet. Her hips bucked. She was so close. He flicked and stabbed. She gave a guttural cry and then another little scream escaped.
With a little grin, Absinthe lifted his head, wiped his gleaming jaws on her thighs and then swatted her ass lightly. “Naughty, naughty, kiska. What did I say about screaming? Now you have to wait a very long time before your little pussy is satisfied. Still, you were so good for me, staying in that cold water all that time. You do deserve a reward.” Once again, he rubbed her firm cheeks, feeling the lovely shape of them, tracing the seam between them.
“Stay very still, kiska, and relax for me.”
He pulled the large jeweled chest he had out from under the coffee table and flipped it open. His heart accelerated. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this—that Scarlet was letting him and he was daring to take the chance. He lifted the tail from the box with great care. It was beautiful. Jeweled. Fiery red, to match her hair. The moment he’d laid eyes on Scarlet, he’d gone to Ice and together they’d drawn his visions out on paper. Ice was a genius when it came to jewelry. Every tail was different and the plug was progressively larger in size. The silky fur had glittering rubies strewn throughout, so whenever it moved, if the light hit it, the gems would gleam. The glass plug the tail was attached to was the same red as the actual rubies. He hadn’t told Ice about Scarlet at the time, but Ice had still worked tirelessly on the tails and collars for him because that was what brothers did when you asked them for favors.
This plug was on the thinner side and shaped carefully, so as to not hurt her in any way. She could wear this one for long periods of time, and it should remain comfortable. He was using their specially made oil that was the best lubricant and stayed longer and was also made to enhance the sex drive. He’d had several tails made for her with various-size plugs. She didn’t need to see those or think about them yet, but the thought of them waiting for her sent his cock into a frenzy.
“Look at this, baby, I had it made just for you. It’s beautiful, just the way you are.”
From behind her, so she couldn’t see his face, heart pounding, he held the tail in front of her, letting the flames from the fireplace catch the rubies and light them up from every angle. She let out a little gasp, but before he could reprimand her, she made a little purring noise in her throat. He rubbed her bottom to reward her.
“Such a good little pussy. You like your tail, don’t you?”
She nodded and purred again, this time the sound stronger and much more like the vibration of a kitten. He used the lube on the glass plug and then once again poured more between her cheeks, rubbing gently and then pushing his thumb into the little star to prepare her.
“Relax, kiska.” He used his most commanding voice, dropping it several octaves. “I want to see how your tail looks, and if you’re a good little pussycat I’ll give you a reward. If not, there will be no treats and you will have cold milk from a bowl before bed and your little pussy will be hot and swollen with need all night, but you won’t have any relief.”
Instantly, her body flushed a wild rose and he could see little droplets of needy liquid once again on her lips. She liked the kitten play with him much more than he’d thought she would. He pushed his thumb deeper and then inserted his finger to his knuckle.
“Breathe for me. I’m being gentle. I told you, I’m never going to hurt you.”
He pushed a second finger into her. Two fingers were wider than the plug. His cock was becoming a problem. Aching. Painful even. He desperately needed relief. If he wanted to lead her around the room with a collar and watch her crawl with the sexy little tail, he was going to have to have her milk him dry before he did anything else.
His heart pounded in time to the heartbeat in his cock as he began to push the red glass plug into the tiny little star between her cheeks. He watched his red plug slowly disappear into her ass, making every part of her belong to him. There was some resistance and that just added to the sexiness of the act. It was hot. Dirty. So fucking carnal and erotic he could barely contain himself.
She made little mewling noises just like a little kitten. That added to the sexual excitement for him. He didn’t care that he’d been programmed to crave this. To be addicted to the need for dominance, to love watching a woman with a tail in her ass crawling on her hands and knees for him. He needed his pet, and to have Scarlet, a woman he felt emotion for—actual love already—willingly giving herself to him like this gave him more of a sexual rush than he’d ever had in his life. His body was nearly undone by the sight of her as she shuddered, the plug finally seating fully, the base lodging tight and the tail lifting high, just the way it was made to do. He rubbed and massaged her cheeks until she purred for him.
“You look so beautiful, moya kiska, I’m so proud of you. You’re being so good.” He reached into the jeweled box and took out the thin collar adorned with small rubies embedded in the leather and buckled it around her neck, checking to ensure it wasn’t too tight. It had three gold rings on it, and he attached the matching leash to one of them.
“Come up onto your knees but be very mindful of your tail. You definitely deserve a treat and you have to be thirsty. This is all for you.”
He towered over her, loving the way she looked, his collar around her neck, the silky tail blazing with the flames from the fire shining through it between her ass cheeks, her breasts thrust toward him, nipples hard and those green eyes on his, awaiting his orders. He had so many other toys for his kitten now that he knew she would play with him.
She remembered to keep her knees apart and he could see her little pink pussy wet for him. It was going to be that way for a while before he would give her satisfaction. When she did come, it would be spectacular, and she would deserve it. She was so perfect. Better than he’d ever imagined any woman could ever be.
“Open your mouth for me, kiska.”
He saw the way his voice took her, and it was beautiful to him. She willingly gave herself to him, and that was even more beautiful. She gave herself to him. The collar. The leash. The tail. Kneeling in front of him. Her eyes on his. Parting those lush lips. This woman was lethal when she wanted to be, but for him, she was submitting completely to his demands of her own accord, through her own desire. He gently pushed the crown of his cock around those soft lips, leaving smears of his seed behind. When her lips were coated as if his come were lipstick, he pulled back.
“Start with my balls and work your way up just the way a kitten would do. Swallow me down and suck every drop out of me. I don’t want anything left. You earned your treat, pussycat.” Once again, he emphasized that his cock was her reward for her cooperation.
He waited until she leaned into him and began lapping at his balls with her tongue, and he put his hand on the back of her head and held her to him. The feeling of her attention was exquisite. He’d had women go down on him a million times, but he’d always had to command his body to cooperate.
He’d never felt anything like this, her tongue on his sac, her breasts brushing his thighs, her hands on the seam between his thighs and ass. Sometimes her nails dug deep and other times she stroked little caresses. No matter what she did with her hands, it was always in counterpoint to her amazing mouth as she worked his balls, sucking, jiggling, laving and licking her way up the wide girth of his cock.
His entire body shuddered with pleasure as her tongue curled and danced along his shaft to the crown of his cock. She licked him like he was an ice cream cone, and then engulfed the entire wide head, purring as she did so, the vibration sending such an amazing sensation rol
ling in waves through his groin and belly. His fist tightened in the thick red hair she’d knotted on top of her head. He couldn’t quite decide what to keep his eyes on, the way her lips were stretched around his thick cock or the tail bobbing wildly as she tried to take more of him.
“That’s it, kiska. That’s what I like.” The words came out a groan. She was better than any mouth he’d ever had. She was killing him. Taking him to paradise.
She lashed him with her tongue. She did something that felt like she twirled circles around his shaft with it, which would have been impossible. She was wet. Wild. She kept a tight suction. She purred, the vibration sending those waves through him again, this time stronger. She tightened her fingers in a ring around his shaft, putting pressure on his penis while she fed him deeper into her mouth. It was so damn sexy watching her lips stretch, watching himself disappear another inch. There was no way she could take all of him, but it added to his excitement to watch her try.
Then she purred a third time, the pulsation and shuddering of the waves so powerful that his balls were tight and hot. She did the ring with her fingers, trying to feed herself more of him, another inch deeper, and her mouth was so tight around him she nearly choked. He felt the head of his cock hit her throat. She tried to cough. Her eyes swam with tears. He fucking couldn’t pull back.
“Swallow. Fucking swallow right now.” He growled the command, his voice low and shockingly velvet, that voice that he used when no one could disobey but Scarlet. No one but his woman. His kitten. And shockingly, Scarlet, his personal kitten, was the one woman who chose of her own free will to obey him, and that was hotter than forcing his will on anyone. He erupted like a fucking volcano, his seed rocketing out of him like a never-ending fountain, and she valiantly did her best to do exactly what he’d ordered her to do. She swallowed. Over and over.
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