‘You like playing with fire, don’t you, Kitten?’ ‘What happened to Red?’ The first thing he’d noticed about her was her hair colour. ‘Collar doesn’t match the cuffs, Sweetheart, it’s not natural.’ ‘No,’ Flick said, feeling the burn on her cheeks. ‘It’s not.’ ‘And that was before I got acquainted with your pussy, and that’s all natural.’ ‘You call me Kitten in reference to my vagina?’ she asked, he half shrugged. ‘Walking pussy, right?’ ‘Rushe!’ Sliding his hands up her shins and to her thighs, he lay above her. ‘Ah, I’ll eat you out in the shower, make you feel better.’
