As the stormy weather intruded, her sensitive folds giving way, he turned it on low and it countered the vibration of the tail. There must have been a shuffle program on the remotes because the next thing she knew, the vibrations began to vary. She wanted to cry out. She could barely purr and then she’d mewl or hiss, digging her claws into the carpet.
“Just one more thing and then we’ll take a walk through the house. We can’t leave your beautiful ruby chandeliers on for too long. Preacher is our chemist. He makes the various lubes, which, by the way, are edible, although if you try too soon it can burn your mouth. He sent you a very, very special catnip.” He opened another box slowly. “If we ever go to a party and you’re sitting on your cushion and need reassurance, you’ll have this. Open your mouth.”
Scarlet complied. Absinthe put a very realistic-looking cock in her mouth. “Suck.”
Her green eyes jumped to his face, but she did as he said. When she did, to her shock, the contents spilling into her mouth tasted exactly like his cock. Hot, musky, a hint of something she could never quite put her finger on, but she loved it. Absinthe pulled the cock away from her and put it carefully back in the box. “That is yours for special occasions.”
He picked up the leash and began to lead her out of the bedroom. Every move she made she was aware of the tail swishing high in the air, the plug vibrating deep between her cheeks and the vibrator creating waves that wouldn’t stop in her deepest core. She could barely breathe, but she’d never been so excited. She passed the long window and saw herself, her body oiled, tail high, breasts hanging down with the rubies swinging, the harness framing her body, white stockings covering her thighs, and she loved the way she looked.
Absinthe clearly loved the way she looked too. She could see his reflection, his cock so hard it looked delicious, making her mouth water. His hand casually pumped up and down as he walked her, watching her slink like the sensuous feline she was—a feline in heat. She lifted her hips over and over, seeking to entice him, and made little mewling noises. Frantic ones.
He stopped near the front door, shaking his head. “You are such a bad little kitty. I shouldn’t reward you, but you did give me such a gift. Is this what you want? Are you so thirsty for your milk?”
She purred over and over, trying to tell him she was desperate for his cock. At least she could get that. She wanted him so much. She crawled to him and knelt in front of him, staying in position on her hands and knees, waiting to see what he wanted her to do. Her heart pounded. He couldn’t deny her now. He just couldn’t.
“My cock is yours then, little naughty kiska.” He rubbed her lips with his cock.
Scarlet didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind. She licked up the underside of his sac and then over it, lapping at it and then sucking gently. She continued up his shaft and all around it, flicking and stabbing her tongue under the crown of his cock. She loved his cock and she lavished attention on it before she finally began to take it in her mouth. The weight felt perfect on her tongue. The heat, the girth stretching her lips was sexy to her. She loved looking into his strange, crystal-blue eyes.
This was when he allowed her to use her hands and she did so, forming a tight ring and squeezing and then letting go to pump slow, casual pumps while she took more of him into the heat of her mouth. She was good with her tongue, curling it around him, flicking and dancing her way up his shaft. She reached under his sac to softly and gently jiggle and then moved her hand up his shaft in that ring before pumping more of him into her mouth.
He suddenly caught the back of her head by her hair. “Relax for me, little kiska, I’m going to take over and control this for a few minutes. You keep using your tongue and suck hard. Breathe for me and relax. Do you understand? You’re going to take more of me. A little more, that’s all. Just a little. You’re safe with me. When I come, you swallow every single drop. You’re not to waste any of it. To you, it’s very precious. Do you understand?”
She already knew it was. Everything about him was precious to her. Every single thing. His voice seemed to rumble through her, but still, to give up all control was very frightening. She blinked rapidly, keeping eye contact. As long as she was looking into those crystal-blue eyes, she felt as if she had an anchor and she would be able to see if he would watch out for her, keep her safe no matter what, even if he was in the deepest throes of pleasure—and she wanted him there.
His voice softened. Dropped another octave. “Malysh kotenok, you are always safe with me. This is something you have to learn. To always know deep in your soul so that no matter the circumstances, like what happened when the others walked in on us, you have to know I would protect you. That when I give you my word, it is always the truth.”
She tried not to remember what had happened to her when she had been young and inexperienced, with a man who didn’t care, but the thought sometimes edged into her mind. She knew Absinthe was there with her, on that path they forged together there in the library, because he reassured her.
“We will attend parties and all around us there will be others having sex openly. If it is at our clubhouse, we control what goes on. You will be safe. No one will ever touch you. Not only will I look after you, but every one of my brothers and sisters will as well. What happened to you as a young teen was traumatic and will be difficult to overcome, but we can do it together.”
While he spoke in that soft, velvet voice, he rubbed the top of her head gently, petting her, soothing her.
“If we are on a run, that is a more difficult environment and our rules are tighter for a reason. Always, you have to know I will keep you safe. Here, in our home, is where you learn my word is good.”
He waited, never forcing her. She could end their play. She knew that. One word. One gesture and it would stop. She nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on his. Excitement had built with every word he said. She wanted that kind of trust with him. That kind of bond. He was difficult to read, his mind nearly closed to her, other than allowing her to read his intense pleasure and the fact that he was telling her the truth, but now she felt his pride in her, and that stoked the fire between her legs.
The vibrators kicked up a notch, making her breath hitch in her throat. When she gasped, he thrust his cock into her mouth deeper than she thought she could take him. He did so fast, abruptly, his hand holding her head still so she couldn’t move or pull away from him. The girth of him stretched her lips impossibly, almost to the point of hurting, so that for a moment panic set in.
Scarlet kept looking into his eyes and forced air through her nose. He smiled gently at her. His eyes changed, going nearly smoky, approval making her almost giddy. She almost forgot what she was doing she was so mesmerized by him. Then she felt the familiar weight of him on her tongue, the heat and taste of him. Everything vanished but the need to give him as much pleasure as possible.
She used her skills, tongue curling, lashing, sliding over him and up him, and then the vibrations rocked her body and she gasped again. He jerked her head back at the same time and aggressively thrust deeper. She felt him invading, pressing into her throat. Automatically, her throat tried to close, to cough, to gag, her body telling her she couldn’t breathe and she might die.
For a moment she couldn’t see him through the liquid swimming in her eyes, but then she managed to blink rapidly, and she found herself reassured by that gentle, steady look, so blue, so completely loving. At this moment, so filled with calm and pride in her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her and in any case, he wasn’t in her throat. He was just sitting there, deeper than he’d ever been. She could still touch him with her tongue, still suck when she got over being alarmed. Still breathe through her nose. She did all those things, stroking and caressing, and he pulled back and gave her air immediately.
Her body was so close to orgasm she was undulating, rocking back and forth, the chandelier rubies on the nipple clamps swaying as if an earthquake was occurring. Absinthe pulled his cock from her mouth and moved around h
er body, one hand sliding down her back and over her hips and bottom. The vibrator in her pussy stopped abruptly and he pulled it out.
Scarlet tried desperately to still the little mewl of protest, but she didn’t have time to even get it out before his hands were at her hips and he slammed his cock into her hard. Fire streaked through her from her deepest core to the very tips of her nipples, to short-circuit her brain.
A strange rolling thunder started in her ears, drowning out all other sound. The vibration between her cheeks increased and the plug began to pump of its own volition. She knew, because Absinthe’s fingers bit deep into her hips as he jerked her back into him with every thrust forward. His cock felt so thick, almost too big, taking up too much room, driving through her folds with deep hard strokes that sent roaring flames spreading through her like a wildfire out of control.
Her breath turned so ragged, her lungs burned. There was no air, no way to breathe, but it didn’t matter. Only that delicious burn that seemed to be growing hotter and hotter, consuming her. She knew she was going to go completely insane unless her body let go but that coiling inside her just kept building and building like some great tidal wave, higher and higher in the deepest part of the unseen ocean, a wall waiting to overtake her and drown her.
Absinthe was a machine, a piston driving into her, hammering his body into hers. Every time he withdrew, her silken muscles tried to drag at him, hold him to her, and when he drove back inside of her, her nerve endings went into a frenzy of shocked lust and carnal need, the pleasure so intense she wasn’t certain she could bear it.
The furry tail was swishing madly against her sensitized skin, adding to the sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples were sending fiery messages to her swollen clit. The plug pulsed and vibrated, making her fuller, the thousands of nerve endings shockingly desperate for more, heightening that building wave inside of her. Absinthe’s pistoning cock, so thick and long, driving into her as if he owned her and then dragging over her inflamed clit, hitting her G-spot, was too much.
She couldn’t process. Her body was too far gone. There was no controlling anything, least of all herself or her orgasm. She felt an overwhelming tidal wave start somewhere inside, welling up, traveling through her, raging like a storm out of control, the force so strong she was afraid but couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard she tried to hold back. It just swept through her, taking everything in its path.
Her body clamped down like a vise on his. Through the roaring in her ears she heard him swear in his native language, a velvet curse, and then his hot seed splashed into her, coating the walls of her spasming channel, triggering a larger, even more powerful crashing wave so that she screamed, and went down to her elbows, unable to support herself.
Absinthe wrapped his arms around her waist, his cock still jerking and pulsing deep inside her, so hot she thought she was burning from the inside out. Was that possible? To die from too many orgasms? To implode? To burn from the two of them being so hot together they went up in flames? Her body continued to orgasm, rippling and rippling until she could no longer, even with his help, hold herself up.
Scarlet collapsed forward right onto the floor, the hardwood crushing the clamps into her nipples painfully, but she barely felt it she was so exhausted. The swells kept coming, undulating powerfully through her body, again and again, rocking her, squeezing down on Absinthe’s cock. He stopped the movement and vibration of the plug, and that helped to ease the power of the surges but didn’t stop them. She felt tears on her face.
His arms were around her and he rocked her body gently, his breath warm in her ear. “You did so good, kiska. You were perfect. You’re all right. Are you are hurt? You’re crying. You need to talk to me with your human voice.”
She didn’t want to. She’d told him she wanted to give him the wedding gift of being his kitten all night. She shook her head but did as he commanded. “It was so good. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Thank you.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “I love being your wife. And your kiska. I want to continue.” Although she wasn’t certain how she was going to make it back to their bedroom.
He solved the problem for her. After a few minutes of breathing hard, he simply stood up and lifted her, carrying her back through the house. She curled into him, her head on his chest, eyes closed, so exhausted she just wanted to sleep. He held her while he ran a hot bath, removed her tail and stockings and then laid her on the rug in front of the fireplace.
“I have to take off the clamps, kiska.” He did so, untwisting the right one and pulling it off, replacing it immediately with the warmth of his mouth, sucking gently as the blood returned.
She wrapped her arms around his head in a fierce grip as pain rushed for just a brief moment and then subsided. He didn’t wait but proceeded to do the same on the other side. When he had them off, he kissed both nipples.
“I’m proud of you, moya malen’kiy kiska. You didn’t make a sound.” Once again, he lifted her and put her in the bathtub so the hot water soothed her tired body. “Just rest.” He put a small pillow behind her head. “I’ll clean your toys and tail and move our gifts from the bed.”
Scarlet jerked awake when Absinthe returned to her, washing her gently, soothing her when she tried to sit up.
“Stay still, baby. Let me take care of you.”
She lay back and he washed her breasts, being very gentle with her nipples. He had her stand and lean on him so he could wash her intimately front and back and then he lifted her out and dried her off. Carrying her to the bed as if she were an infant, he laid her down and applied soothing ointment to her nipples and breasts and then worked more into her mound, pussy lips, clit and pussy. It was cooling and felt good.
“Are you certain you want to spend the rest of the night as moya krasivaya malen’kiy kiska?”
She mewed softly, raising her eyebrow, needing an interpretation. She knew some Russian words, but not that many.
“My beautiful little pussycat,” he explained.
She had no idea why those words, as dirty as they sounded, as possessive, gave her such a thrill, but they did. “Yes, please,” she murmured, lifting her lashes to look into his strangely colored eyes. Immediately she was rewarded with that softness, the look of love and pride she needed to see on his face.
Absinthe bent down and brushed her lips very gently with his. He slipped her thin, ruby-studded collar around her neck and buckled it. She found it strange that when he put on that collar, just that simple act made her feel safe and even more cherished.
“Turn over, kiska, I need to put your tail in. You’ve made me feel so loved tonight.”
She obediently rolled over and tried to relax. The thought of that heating oil was a little terrifying. Preacher, the mad chemist, was a little diabolical. Absinthe rubbed the soothing lotion into her cheeks and then poured lube into the seam between her cheeks, pushing into her star gently, and added quite a bit. The lube was just as soothing as the lotion had been on her nipples and she was grateful. He coated his finger and once again pushed deep before coating the plug and inserting it slowly. She knew immediately it was the same, wider plug.
“Is that comfortable, kiska?”
She managed to purr sleepily. He laughed softly, pulled back the covers and once again lifted her in his arms. “Sleepy little kitten. It’s not even close to bedtime, but you earned a nap.”
Scarlet curled up next to him on her side, pulling her legs into her chest, her tail feeling strange, but not uncomfortable. She was too tired to care about it. Absinthe petted her hair and down her back, his hands feeling good on her body, reassuring her. She’d never been so tired or so satisfied in her life.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
As she drifted off, she realized she’d fallen in love with him too. She wasn’t just falling, she was already there.
FIFTEEN
Scarlet had a weird dream that Absinthe woke her once asking her some silly nonsense about whether she
wanted him to leave her alone there in the room while he spoke with the others or whether she wanted him to talk to them there in the room. She murmured to him not to go. It was their wedding night. She was his kiska, wasn’t she? He petted her head and leaned down and kissed her, murmuring to her that his sleepy little kitten should go back to sleep. She was warm and exhausted after so many orgasms and that was exactly what she did.
Scarlet woke to the sound of men talking in low voices in a foreign language. A woman laughed softly. She was so tired, at first she thought she was dreaming, but then she realized there were others in the room with her and Absinthe was no longer in bed beside her. Her heart began to pound. There was no hiding the change in her breathing from those in the room, and at once there was silence. She lifted her head slightly.
The scent of cinnamon and spice mixed with oranges and the oil Absinthe had used on her. The combination was potent in the very warm room. The flames in the fireplace leapt high, the only light casting eerie glowing shadows on the wall. Alena stood up, put her hand on Absinthe’s shoulder and leaned down to brush his cheek lightly.
“I’m sorry we had to disturb your night, Absinthe. Scarlet is a treasure. Give her my love. I’m going to bed. You three carry on without me. You’re almost finished and I’m so tired I can’t think straight. Enjoy the rest of the orange-spice cookies.”
With a little wave, Alena sauntered out the open bedroom door and disappeared down the hall, leaving the men she knew to be Steele and Savage behind with Absinthe. The two sat facing Absinthe and the fireplace. Absinthe was on the outside and her red cushion was next to him, his chair solidly between her cushion and the men. His chair was the only one turned slightly toward the bed, so he could see her at all times. The master bedroom was large so there was plenty of room between her and the men. The door was far closer to her so she could conceivably escape.
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