“And he knows it.” Cisco chuckled. He grabbed a chair and pulled it to the center of the area. “Take a seat.”
“You want me to leave?” Rio asked. His eyes darted around the room, taking in everything with a quick glance.
“Dante, do you mind an audience?”
Dante sat in the chair and tilted his head back to look up at the gargoyle. He crossed his legs at his ankles. “Quite the opposite.”
Cisco smirked. “You’ll fit in well in this house, then.”
Rio took a seat near the door. He didn’t look uncomfortable or worried, which made Mari feel better. On the contrary, he seemed as eager as Mari was to watch Cisco work.
Cisco gestured her closer, and when she stepped up next to him, he said, “One of the first things you should do, when you don’t know your play partner very well, is have a conversation.”
Mari nodded. “That makes sense.”
“Tell me some things you like, Dante.”
Dante flashed his deadly dimples. “Ice cream, spankings, and a good hard fuck.”
“Giving or receiving?”
“Do I have to pick just one?”
“Not in this house.” Cisco showed a bit of fang. “Do you heal quickly?”
“As fast as any shifter.”
“Do you mind claws or teeth?”
Dante shook his head, a blush rising to color his throat.
“Out loud please, so there’s no misunderstandings.”
“No, I like them both.”
“What can harm you?”
Dante’s expression sobered. “Iron, mistletoe, and cruel words.”
“Unpack that last one for me a little bit?”
“I don’t like heavy humiliation or shame. But you can call me a dirty little slut all you like while you’re railing me.” The dimples came out to play again.
Cisco didn’t rise to the bait. “Pain is okay?”
“Yes, though I appreciate a bit of a warmup.”
“Noted. Anal sex?”
“Yes, please.”
“Penetration by things that aren’t body parts?”
Dante raised an eyebrow. “Are you teasing me on purpose?”
Cisco chuckled. “That wasn’t an answer.”
“Yes, you can put anything you want in my butt.”