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.