Absinthe didn’t turn his head directly toward her, as if she was a real kitten and not a human being at all. “If that is not enough, I give you permission to use my cock.” His hand dropped idly to the ever-present bulge between his legs and stroked just once. He was wearing his silk drawstring pants and nothing else.
For some reason, giving her options and not even looking at her or making her feel like a human made it easier to stay curled naked, her tail protruding, listening to the men once again speaking in low tones in Russian. She knew that the pets she’d read about often used their master’s cocks for comfort in times of stress. He offered not for himself, but for her.
Night had fallen, although it wasn’t that late. The sun hadn’t been down very long because outside the glass wall the sky was more a darker gray than black. She yawned and stretched, needing to work the kinks out of her stiff body. Her fingers brushed a gun. She turned her head to look at the weapon lying beside her. It hadn’t been there before. Why had Absinthe put it there? She realized that no blankets covered her, and her naked body was completely exposed to the men in the room.
She hadn’t been dreaming. Absinthe had woken her and asked if they should come into the room with her or take the meeting away from her. She’d told him she wanted him to stay. He had stayed, but he’d given her a weapon. She had no idea how long they’d been there, but Absinthe had made certain no one had touched her. She would have woken instantly had they tried. That was why he had given her a weapon, so if his word wasn’t good enough, she would feel she could protect herself. She loved him all the more for asking her permission and then giving her a weapon just to reassure her that she was safe.
She let herself breathe again, realizing that she’d gone from holding her breath to ragged breathing to slowing her breathing deliberately to normal again. No one seemed to be paying the least bit of attention to her, so to test that theory, she moved to her knees. With a tail, there was no sitting. No one turned around, but Absinthe’s gaze flicked to her, and for a moment, she felt approval in his gaze and that warmed her. She had no idea how he could do that. She looked down at her body, and her nipples had peaked just at the thought that she’d pleased him by kneeling up on the bed. She stayed that way for a few minutes while their conversation continued. She could tell whatever they were talking about was important. No one looked her way and her heart settled down even more.
If she wanted to go to the bathroom—and it was becoming imperative she go—she would have to crawl on her hands and knees across the room to the bathroom door, which was thankfully open. She eyed the distance and then looked at Absinthe a little desperately. He hadn’t given her permission. She wasn’t certain what to do. The YouTube videos hadn’t covered that kind of mundane, not-so-sexy task.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Absinthe said and reached down to pick up her leash. He stood up in that easy way he had, all power and grace, looking dangerous and sexy as hell. He came right toward her without hesitation, the leash running through his hands.
Immediately her heart began to race all over again, her gaze shifting toward the men sitting in those chairs.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice a low whip of velvet, impossible to resist.
Her gaze jumped to his. He snapped the leash to one of the golden rings and turned and began to walk toward the bathroom, so she had no choice but to slide off the bed after him. She didn’t know if the others watched as he led her across the room. She crawled automatically, her tail waving sensuously, her hips feeling slinky and provocative, her hands and knees positioning themselves like she’d practiced over and over for him.
Once in the bathroom, he reached out and closed the door behind her. She hadn’t even considered how she would remove the tail or reinsert it after.
“I’ll show you how and you can practice,” he said, clearly reading her mind. “But that will come much later. You’re doing fine.”
She could see he wasn’t leaving the room, but he did go to the sink and rinse her plug while she did her business.
“You can crawl to the bed or be led to your cushion. This meeting is extremely important but we’re almost finished. There has been a change in plans for tomorrow, so I couldn’t get out of it and I didn’t want you to wake alone and frightened. I also wanted you to realize you can trust me and the others, but I know this is a huge leap of faith for you and way too soon, kiska.”