Page 47 of A Taste for the Peculiar

“I do enjoy having you as a toy,” Cascade muses, tracing one finger across Avirin’s clavicle. “The lady of the house, so desperate to please.” Something scandalous glints in her eyes, and she grips Avirin’s jaw. “I bet you’d do anything we asked of you. I bet you’ve just been waiting for the chance to serve. Isn’t that right?”

TWENTY-FIVE

Avirin

Avirin’s head bobs frantically. Previously, the thought of living in service to some faceless husband had unsettled her, but the thought of serving Cascade, or Selbie, or Pye…

Cascade settles back against the loveseat. “On your knees.”

Avirin obeys without question, slipping off the cushions and onto the floor. Her dress bunches around her, and she stares up in anticipation.

Cascade clicks her tongue in amusement. “Always so responsive.” She opens her legs and reaches for her still-smoldering cigar. “Now, show me what the rest of those lessons taught you.”

Avirin wavers.

Cascade’s eyes slide to Pye. “Did they not show you —” Then she chuckles, inhaling a mouthful of smoke. “Of course; you were only learning how to please the men of ‘high society.’” Cascade reaches for Selbie’s chin and guides her to the cigar. “Selbie will teach you. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Selbie’s heavy-lidded gaze tangles with Cascade’s, a smirk curling on Selbie’s lips when she sucks on the cigar. She lifts on her knees, pressing her lips to Cascade’s to pass the smoke between them.

It pangs hot and low in Avirin’s gut. Is that how it looks when she feeds? Luxurious and sultry, an aphrodisiac all on its own.

After a moment against Cascade’s mouth, Selbie maneuvers out of half her clothing. While Cascade sits on the loveseat, Selbie climbs atop her and faces the ground, their fronts pressed together with their heads at opposite ends. Selbie’s face hovers above Cascade’s sex, while Selbie’s thighs rest open on either side of Cascade’s head. It’s an acrobatic position, but given how easily they move together, Avirin suspects they are rather familiar with it.

Lightly, Selbie touches the back of Avirin’s head to bring her closer. Their foreheads bump as Avirin settles her face between Cascade’s thighs. “Remember what you like when someone is treating you,” Selbie advises. “You can do so many things with your tongue.”

There is a knot in the bark between Cascade’s legs, a small knob that sits above a hollower impression. The bark curves sensuously on either side, resembling the folds Avirin has between her own legs. She lowers her mouth and extends her tongue, carefully tracing Cascade’s clit.

Cascade makes an appreciative sound, and Selbie suddenly gasps, her hips moving back toward Cascade’s face.

Then Selbie pauses, her mouth tilting wryly. “She’s toying with us. She’ll only please me the way you please her.”

Cascade’s voice is muffled. “A perfect way to ensure the best possible training.”

Selbie’s jaw sets, and she brushes some of Avirin’s hair back to get a firmer grasp on it. “Use the tip of your tongue against her bud, like this.” She brings Avirin’s mouth to hers, flicking her tongue against Avirin’s until Avirin squirms with pleasure.

She knows that feeling. She has felt it between her legs when Pye or Selbie put their mouths on her, and there is something so unspeakably erotic about Selbie performing the same motion in her mouth. Once Selbie pulls away, Avirin tries to keep her thoughts in order when she returns to Cascade’s cunt.

Cascade’s hips rock, and Selbie moans. “Do that with your lips closed around her.” Selbie demonstrates on Avirin’s mouth again, and Avirin presses a fist between her legs to keep from rutting into the open air. She lowers her mouth again, suctioning her lips around Cascade’s clit and fluttering her tongue.

Cascade curses, and Selbie’s hands dig into Cascade’s thighs while she rocks back against her.

It feels like a lead is tugging Avirin, a knot tied around her stomach and pulling her in. She places her hands on either side of Cascade’s thighs to push them apart, allowing her tongue to press deeper into Cascade’s core.

Her hands are suddenly pushed away. For a moment, she fears she’s done something wrong, that she’s upset Selbie in some way, but Selbie looks surprised. When Avirin looks down, her arms take on a life of their own, folding in against her body before her wrists secure themselves behind her back.

She glances over her shoulder. Pye hasn’t moved, save for one of his delicate hands lifted in the air. When he clenches his fist, pressure tightens around Avirin’s wrists. Pye’s eyes are dark and dangerous. “Let’s see you work with just your mouth.”

It leaves a scorching hole through Avirin’s stomach. She tugs against the hold, but Pye’s magic holds her fast. “Just a party trick?” she retorts.

Pye’s smile is wicked and languid. “I’m certainly having a lark.”

The clash stokes the fire inside her. She turns back to Cascade, her brow knit when she’s forced to lean her chest against the loveseat to maintain her balance. She has no choice but to bury her face against Cascade’s cunt, and she does, moaning at the languorous drip of Cascade on her tongue.

Cascade groans. Her desire clings to Avirin’s face, but she doesn’t care. She pushes deeper, mouthing against Cascade until Selbie whines, “Like that.” Her fingers tighten in Avirin’s hair and guide her rhythm, dragging her face between Cascade’s legs in long strokes.

Stars burst in Avirin’s stomach. Being reduced to an object of pleasure has never seemed so arousing, and she pursues it, allowing Selbie to use her to enact her will on Cascade.

Small, red flowers sprout from Cascade’s knot. Their filaments strain toward Avirin, and she teases the flat of her tongue against the delicate stamens, smearing her mouth between soft petals.