Page 38 of Warped

“You know,” I tell her. “It has been far too long since I kissed you.”

Her tension eases a little, and she laughs softly.

“It’s only been a few hours,” she giggles.

“Like I said… far too long.”

I grip the two halves of her rump and spread them apart, giving myself full access to the treasure that lies between them. Then I wedge my face into her open cleft and place a kiss directly on her little puckered hole.

“Rek!” Binx gasps. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m kissing you.”

“But… you mustn’t kiss me back there! It’s… it’s… it’s sodirty!”

I smirk at her innocence.

“Sweetheart, nothing about you is dirty. Every part of you is beautiful and perfect. Your eyes, your mouth, your tits, your pussy… andespeciallyyour tight little ass.”

She gasps again, and I can smell her pussy growing even wetter with desire.

“Furthermore,” I go on. “As long as you are aboard this ship, you are my property—mine and Traven’s—and we will kiss you whenever, however, andwherever we damn well please. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” Binx breathes.

“Good.”

To really drive the lesson home, I kiss her again. This time, it’s a French kiss.

I begin by using the tip of my tongue to draw circles around the rim of her anus. Then I nestle my face between her cheeks and lick her even more deeply, dragging my tongue up and down her crack, until every inch is dripping with my saliva.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “Rek, that feels so good.”

She presses back into me, grinding her ass against my mouth as I continue to lap and kiss and grunt like a wild beast. Only when my lungs start to burn do I finally pull away from her, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” I growl. “You taste fucking delicious,”

Binx is shuddering and shaking in front of me, her little hands clutching at the bedsheets like she’s holding on for dear life.

“I want you inside me,” she says. “I want you inside meback there.”

“Back where?” I tease her.

Her cheeks redden with embarrassment, and her voice cracks with shame.

“You know where,” she says.

“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it. So tell me, woman. Tell me exactly where you want me.”

Binx hesitates for a moment, but finally she breaks and blurts out her answer.

“In my ass!” she says. “I want to feel you inside my ass.”

Damn, I love it when she talks dirty in that sweet, innocent voice of hers. There’s no way I could ever deny that voice.

I reach into the open briefcase and pull out one of the bottles. The one labeled “Ice.” The other one, “Fire,” is for later, when she’s gotten a little more advanced. Right now, we just need something to lube her hole and soothe any discomfort she might experience as we start to stretch her out.

I tilt the bottle over her ass and drizzle a liberal amount into her crack. She mewls softly as the slippery fluid mingles with the natural lubrication I already put there with my tongue.

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