"You've been quiet lately,"I mumbled into the pillows on Constantine's bed, my tongue still a little numb from sucking Con's cock on stage as Antin had licked and fingered me. Con had had to hold my jaw pried open to keep me from biting, his cock like a jolt of electricity on my tongue, but he'd massaged me gently all the while and he'd finished himself off, painting my chest with scorching cum.
Now, Constantine's hands dug out the tension in my back from the arched position I'd held on stage. In truth, I'd started craving these massages during the week. I'd even started craving Con and Antin's power. I'd been tempted to spend another night at home after Wednesday, especially with Ronan nursing his bruised ego somewhat gracelessly, but I took everyone's advice and kept to the theater. Constantine, however, had vanished until just an hour before tonight's curtain.
"I'm always quiet," he answered, dragging the heel of his hands up and down either side of my spine, a soft popping as he reached the base making me sigh and shiver.
"I liked tonight," I said.
His touch paused, and then his hands slid down to my ass, a moan falling from my lips at the dull ache of him kneading his way down the backs of my legs.
"Would you let me bind you?"
I hummed my agreement without a thought. For as shocking and extreme and deliciously torturous as those minutes on stage with Con and Antin were, I enjoyed myself. Constantine was careful with me during the act and gentle with me after.
"Gag you?"
"Sure," I said, shrugging. His breath puffed against my ass, and I wondered if I was surprising him. My lips curled, and I decided it was time for another suggestion. "You ought to fuck my ass and cunt at the same time one night. We can ask Mr. Reddy, but I think it's Saturday that's usually sold out."
Constantine flipped me, and I let out a giggle. The act did that to me too, left me loose and calm, like all the pain rushing through was rinsing me clean, taking not just Con's power but all the worldly problems at my door with it.
He dragged me down the bed so that his face hovered over mine, and I glanced between us. Hmm… I'd never seen his cock grow stiff in this form before. Long and thick, as expected, and two ridges twisting around the length like a gentle corkscrew. That would be fun.
His hand gripped my chin, and I thought for a moment he was splitting in two, before I realized it just hurt a little because it was tight. Not too much, not enough to bruise, but enough to make me stop looking at his cock.
His silver coin gaze flicked back and forth between my eyes. "You're serious."
"I like buggery," I said, smiling up at him. "Especially while my pussy is being fucked. Don't know why we haven't tried it for the act already."
This time, it was him looking down at my hips. Was he considering turning me over and filling my ass now?
"You have another performance tonight," he said, frowning.
I frowned too. Rehearsals with Nireas had been awkward. The music was beautiful, and in any other opportunity I would've been happy to perform to it, but for the first time in years, I was afraid I might not be able to deliver a scene.
"You're a very strange creature," Constantine mused.
I'd grown used to his cool tone, the steady pace of his speech, so deceptively unaffected. Sometimes, I even imagined I detected more meaning in little lilts and drops, the curves of his speech subtle puzzles for me to solve.
"How so?" I asked.
His gaze ran over my face and then shuttered with a slow blink. "Your cue is coming soon."
I sighed and let my eyes fall shut for one last minute of the stillness that came with being alone with Constantine. This scene with Nireas felt more like going to war than going to get eaten out by a handsome, six-armed giant.
"Very few would prefer my company," Constantine said.
"Then very few have any sense," I muttered.
I stiffened briefly as silken skin and a broad frame grazed against my bare body. A whisper of breath brushed against my cheek, and then a pair of lips pressed gently to my own in a shy kiss. My eyes opened to find Constantine staring, so close it made me dizzy, a wary, skittish look in those impenetrable eyes. I tipped my chin up, pressing into the kiss, and shut my eyes again. His tongue flicked against my lip, coppery and sweet, lips pressing to mine once more.
He'd never kissed me. Antin did, occasionally, with drugging, ecstatic kisses that stole all thought. This was simpler, almost novice, curious. Constantine was…practicing, or studying, kissing lightly at first with brushes and little nibbles, then deeper, with long presses and the gentle probe of his tongue.
He pulled away just as my lips parted, my eyes still closed.
"Go," he whispered.
The careful weight of him vanished, and my skin pebbled with cool air. By the time I'd opened my eyes, he was slipping out the door.