her, pushing her ass into air. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
Scarlet did so, again without hesitation. Absinthe went to his knees in between her legs, poured warm oil into his hands and began to massage it into her thighs, first the left one and then the right. He worked until she was very relaxed and then moved his attention to the firm globes of her bottom. She was very fit, and he dug his fingers into the muscles, kneading and rubbing.
“Have you had anal sex before?”
She started to turn her head.
“It’s an easy enough question to answer, kiska. When I ask you a question, my little pussycat is expected to answer immediately, without hesitation.”
“I’m sorry. I was embarrassed.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. In this room, you are to please me. If I ask you something, I want an answer, and to answer is to please me.”
“Yes.”
“Often?”
“No. Only once.”
Absinthe could tell by her voice Scarlet hadn’t been impressed by her experience. That would raise the stakes between them. In a way, it would make what he required of her even more exciting. If she would really do what he asked of her of her own volition, just because she wanted to please him, because it turned her on to do so, they definitely had a perfect partnership. If she couldn’t, he would know he would have to find a way to live with her without fulfilling his most basic craving.
He continued rubbing the oil into her cheeks, his thumbs sliding into the seam between them, finding that forbidden little star and deliberately sweeping over it again and again. Claiming that territory as his own. “Scarlet. What do redhot little pussycats have right here?”
He pushed his thumb into that star between her cheeks and fucked her slowly. Gently. At the same time, he flicked her clit and strummed and circled it. He was rewarded with another flood of scorching-hot liquid, little droplets collecting on her curls and the inviting entrance to her sex.
“A tail?” For the first time her voice trembled.
He pressed a kiss into the base of her spine. Working her clit. Working her ass. His cock was so hard he thought he might explode. “That’s right, baby. Smoking-hot pussycats have a tail, and when they crawl around, that tail shows off their beautiful ass and the way they can work it. The way they tempt their man. The way they say without words, ‘Come and fuck me. Use me. Use my lovely mouth and give me my treat straight from your cock.’ That sassy tail says, ‘My cute little pussy needs filling up.’ It says, ‘My gorgeous ass is empty and is desperate for your cock.’”
All the while he talked in his low voice, he kept working her body, using that oil on her, pushing his finger, first one then two, into her, fucking her with his fingers while still fucking her ass with his thumb. She was pushing back into him now, trying to find a rhythm, her hips lifting. He leaned down and scraped his teeth over her left cheek, raising more goose bumps. She was very receptive. More than receptive.
He pulled his hands away to replace his fingers with his mouth. She cried out and he stopped, lifting his head. “Pussycats purr. They don’t scream. They can dig their claws into me, or the carpet, but they never scream. They don’t use their voice like that. It’s my fault for not reminding you, so I won’t stop, but you will have to remember, kiska.”
Absinthe couldn’t help but smile as he bent his head again. She tasted like fucking heaven and he was going to feast on her. She wasn’t going to get the relief she thought she would because he was too damned good at what he did. She didn’t have a chance, but that was the fun of playing. That was what he loved. Scarlet had entered into the game with him willingly and she hadn’t looked at him as if he were the most perverted, fucked-up man in the world. Someday, he would tell her why he was the way he was and how he got that way, but not tonight. Tonight, he would see if they were really compatible and if they could fulfill each other’s deepest cravings in the bedroom.
He sucked on her pussy lips, knowing he was going to shave them bare so she would feel everything he did to them. He used his tongue creatively, drawing out her honey,