Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

Absinthe drew the halter up over her hanging breasts. She had very generous breasts, high and firm and very round. The top two pieces curved over the tops of her breasts and then the leather stretched in a circle around each breast, lifting and dividing them. The harness ran along the sides of her hips down to her front to frame her pussy with jeweled leather, framing her bare lips and the fiery curls of her mound, then ran back up along her hips to her back where the harness buckle was. He tightened it and then snapped her stockings into the garters at her thighs.

The harness was very snug around her sex and breasts. That brought heightened awareness to her body instantly. Absinthe stroked her skin, her nipples and her sex, touching her all the time, whispering to her how proud of her he was. What a lucky man he was. How beautiful she was. How extraordinary. How he couldn’t believe she’d married him. He made her feel so sexy and wanted.

He went to the chair by the fireplace and sank down into it. “You remember the special oil, don’t you, kiska? How it made your little ass and pussy burn for me? It does the same for your nipples. When it’s rubbed all over your body, it can make you mad for sex. It starts with a slow burn and then just gets hotter and hotter. I used a mild version on you the first time. Do you see that bottle on the bed right next to your special gift from Ice? The bottle Savage gave us? I want you to bring that to me. Use your little kitten mouth.”

Scarlet remembered the oil. It had made her a little crazy. Although she wasn’t certain if it was the oil or Absinthe or a combination. She was already so wet and needy she didn’t see how oil could possibly make a difference. Using her newly learned feline, kitty strut, she made her way to the bed, hoping Absinthe noticed she’d been practicing at least a little. She managed after two tries to get the long, narrow bottle into her mouth without using her hands. She brought it to him.

He took it from her and stroked a caress through her hair. “Very good, kiska. Now, go back and get the heavier chandelier rubies that Ice gave us. Use your mouth, no little paws.”

Her heart was tripping a million miles an hour. This was the best wedding night ever. The chandelier rubies were in a velvet box that was open and on display on the bed. It was long and narrow. It took even more tries to find a way to get the box in her mouth, but she managed. She was very proud of herself. She strutted back to Absinthe.

He bent to brush a kiss across her lips. “You are perfect.”

She purred. A long, drawn-out, rolling purr. He looked happy and rubbed his fingers in her scalp.

“I see you’ve been working, kiska. That’s very good. I’m lucky to have a kitten caring enough to pay attention to the things that matter to me. Kneel up between my legs.” He widened his thighs so she could crawl between his legs.

Scarlet eagerly crawled between his thighs, hoping she could undo his pants. He had a thick bulge and she wanted to taste him. He petted her hair, but he didn’t let her get to his cock. He indicated for her to kneel all the way up. When she did, he cupped her breasts and leaned his head down slowly. So slowly. The anticipation made her nipples hard pebbles. Made them ache. Stand up for him. Little drops of liquid heat teased the entrance of her sex.

She felt his breath, hot, like her empty channel, and then he drew her breast deep, pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth while his fingers tugged and rolled the nipple of her left breast. She mewled and purred alternately, even when his teeth elongated the nipple and he sucked especially hard before switching sides. She daringly put her nails into his thighs and kneaded the way a kitten might. He increased the stimulation and then smiled down at her.

“Beautiful, baby. Look how red and gorgeous you are.”

Obediently, she looked down at her nipples. They were very red from the marks of his teeth and his ministrations. She wanted more and pushed her breasts, framed so beautifully by the harness, toward him. He opened the bottle of oil and poured a little into his hands.

“You’ll love this so much, kiska. My little pussycat is going to be feeling so good. I love to make you feel good.”

Absinthe covered both breasts with his palms, her nipples right in the center where a pool of the oil coated his skin. He just held his hands there for a moment, letting it soak into her and then he began a slow, deliberately erotic massage. “Feel good, my sizzling little red-hot kiska?”