“How is your ass?” My peacock feathered slave asks me when we finally have time to catch our breaths. We lie tangled together in my bed. “I’m sorry if I went too far.”
“It’s pretty sore,” I admit. “But I liked what you did to me. I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like it before. I think we both needed it.”
I glance over at her, and she smiles at me. Her feathers are disheveled and all over the place. I’ve seen bird slaves groom each other, so I start doing the same to her. I’m not as skillful, but it doesn’t seem like she is bothered by that.
“There is just one thing that I missed though,” I tell her honestly. “I wanted to scream your name, but we didn’t get around to….”
“Peacock, Madam Celeste,” she interrupts with a spicy voice. Her smile is all but gone, and I feel her anger buil
