Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

He smacked her immediately. “If you’re a bad kitty, I’ll have to take some of your privileges away.”

She meowed loudly when he smacked her, her little nails biting into his thigh.

“We haven’t even started for the night,” he cautioned. “I want you to stay still, kiska. I suppose it has been a long time and your training had just begun, but that isn’t any excuse. We haven’t even gotten your tail in.”

He painted the glass base of the tail with the oil and began to insert it slowly, his cock jerking hard as he watched it disappear into that forbidden little star, preparing her for him. The furry tail rose proudly, rubies and diamonds scattered among the red fur. He loved the way it looked rising above her firm cheeks.

“So nice, kiska.” He inserted one finger into the heat of her slick pussy, his heart already beating fast as he slowly stroked her tight little channel into need. “Kneel up, baby. I want to put your collar on you.”

She crawled off his lap, a sensuous kitten, displaying her tail, and wound around his leg before coming to kneel in front of him. He buckled the thin gemmed collar loosely around her, not wanting her to have any reminders of their disastrous wedding night. She didn’t so much as flinch.

“Tonight, I want to take advantage of the new room. I feel like reading for an hour or so. We’ll see how good you can be for me while I do a little relaxing.”

Scarlet purred and rubbed her face along his thigh to show her approval. He stroked her hair, loving the feeling of peace stealing into him that always came with having his pet close.

He couldn’t wait to use the new room in the living area. It looked like a spacious retreat, one he might need when his demons tried to get the better of him. She had designed it for quiet and calm, surrounding him with the sounds of water and nature yet giving him silence away from the outside world.

By setting only one chair in there, Scarlet had made it clear that the room was his space and he could invite her in as his pet or he could enter alone. Their bedroom was set up to play and love in any way they chose together. The room was his, her gift to him. He wanted to get the feel of it once he was closed inside.

He settled the leash onto the ring on the collar and led his kitten down the hall back to the main part of the house. She moved exactly like a feline, every slinky muscle rippling beneath her skin as she crawled beside him. The movement of her body excited him, bringing every nerve ending in his body to life. He slowed the pace deliberately just to watch the play of her muscles, surprised that she’d put so much work, so much effort into learning how to move like a cat for him. Love for her welled up all over again, overwhelming him.

The bubbling wall slid aside to allow them entrance into the large rectangular space. He was shocked at how, once inside, with the wall closed, the room felt open because it was all glass. The bubbles rose in waves inside the thick walls of glass, rising and falling in a mesmerizing and very soothing pattern. All outside noise was completely drowned out. There was a small refrigerator in the very corner of the room closest to the inside wall, the door transparent so he could see the rows of ice-cold water bottles, the temperature exactly what he required.

The rug beneath his bare feet was thick, the color soothing to his mind. He walked his pet to the cushion beside his chair and indicated for her to kneel on it. She did so immediately, looking beautiful and poised. He retrieved a bottle of water, looked over the titles of books tucked into the little book rack built under the table and selected one before he loosened the drawstring of the silken pants. His cock was as hard as a rock.

He sank into the chair and instantly recognized Lana’s influence. Soothing. Calm. So comfortable. Already he could feel that this room was going to be the place that would be his salvation when the others were struggling with their demons and needed him to siphon some of the rage and pain away.

He picked up his book. Uncapped the water. Looked around the perfection of the room. A small remote allowed him to open windows, slide back walls or bring down screens.

Scarlet had thought of this. Not only had she thought of this for him, but she’d taken that a step further and actually had it made for him. He looked at her kneeling there. His pet. His beautiful kiska. Waiting. Vivid green eyes on his face. Devoted. Adoring. Scarlet. The love of his life. Giving him everything he could possibly want or need. He would never deserve her. Never.