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They sat facing each other in a room unfamiliar to her. He had led her past the library to the back of the house where bright lights no longer spilled through the towering windows. It was a room of secrets, dark and quiet, lit only by shrinking tongues of flame and dying embers sputtering in a nearby hearth. She thought it smelled of man-smells, of leather, tobacco, and the charred wood of a campfire.
For a brief minute, just after he took her hand, led her through the door, and then closed it, she felt as though she was transported back in time - she in her elegant gown, he in his perfectly tailored jacket, standing together, awash in flickering sienna. Now she felt so small, barely able to reach the armrests of the wide leather chair. Sitting forced the open front of the dress higher, nearly to her navel, exposing everything below it - the soft pillow of her lower belly, her naked thighs pressing into the leather of the seat cushion, and the pouting, freshly shaved cleft between them, glistening at its center with a hint of expectation. She knew by his smile that he approved.
He moved forward in his chair, edging closer to a small, round table that stood between them. Lifting an oddly square bottle, he turned the peeling label toward the fire to read its faded letters. She watched quietly as he poured an inch of emerald liquor into each of two heavy crystal goblets. The liquid seemed to glow and sparkle through the many angled facets of glass. She grew more curious when he balanced a long, slotted spoon across the top of one of the glasses, then lifted a single cube of sugar from a small porcelain bowl, centering it on the spoon. After preparing the second glass in exactly the same way, he placed it beneath the narrow spigot of a silver tureen which stood atop a tiny but steady flame, warming its contents to just above body temperature.
"And the third angel sounded, and a great star, burning like a lamp, fell from Heaven, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and fountains of water; and the name of the star is called Absinthe."
He hadn't looked up from his work, and his voice, suddenly so loud and at the same time somber, startled her. Not knowing whether he expected an answer from her, she sat without a word, eyes now wide and glassy in the firelight.
He stopped and looked up across the table at her, pausing a second between her legs before meeting her nervous stare.
"La Fe Verte. The green fairy. Such a contradiction - once so prized, then so despised - how can such a simple thing be weighed in such extremes of human desire and aversion? It's only a drink, after all. Have you tried it? Absinthe?"
She had heard the word, but knew little of it.
"No," she replied, just louder than a whisper.
As he eased the spigot open, warm droplets of water fell, one by one, onto the cube of sugar, then after wetting it to the core, dripped steadily into the waiting glass. Like some sort of strange alchemy, the green liquid changed slowly to a murky, opaline yellow before her eyes.
"Aside from 'visions borne of the loins of angels', it's said that the ritual of preparation is much of the seduction of absinthe. I believe you know something of the seduction of ritual, don't you my dear?"
"I - I never thought of this as a ritual, Simon."
"But of course it is - a ritual to be played out, then dismissed until whatever brings you back to me laps at your little cunt once again."
"So, I'm nothing more than a slave to this 'ritual', as you put it? My only true existence is here with you, bridged by week after empty week of waiting anxiously for your cock inside me again? I'm much more than that, Simon. As sure as you are of me, you've dismissed my strengths - my capacity to love my husband, and much of what I am."
She expected some sort of retaliation - a scathing look, or words laced with enough sarcasm to put her in her place. Instead, he concentrated quietly on his work, waiting patiently until a second cube of sugar completely dissolved into the remaining glass. Then, with a slight flourish, he added an equal amount of cognac to each goblet, topped off with a bit more warm water, and extended a glass toward her. She edged forward to take it, the heat from the fire on her bare thighs reminding her to keep them open for him as he moved closer.
"A toast - to a young wife's strengths - and to the green fairy, with strengths of her own."
The drink burned her throat, leaving behind a slightly bitter aftertaste. She struggled to keep pace with his own progress, emptying half her glass in just minutes. As it warmed her from the inside out, she opened her legs wider and moved forward in her chair, a gesture made to assure him that her naked cunt was completely, shamelessly, his, and to show how eager she was to have him use her body in some new, perverse way.
"So, shall we talk a bit about the strengths you seem so proud of tonight?"
His voice hinted at mischief instead of the sarcasm she had expected, his smile as warm and genuine as her husband's might have been. She felt her defenses melt away and a sudden gush flow from between her legs.
"Tell me, what do you tell your husband when he asks what we do here? Where is this inner strength each time he asks why you return, so desperate to be fucked by another man? How does this infinite capacity to love your husband serve you when he looks deep into the eyes of his sweet wife as another man's semen leaks slowly from the depths of her belly? Does he see it, this strength of yours? Or is it regret, pity, or even depraved lust that looks back at him?"
"I've told you before, Simon. I tell him as little as possible. There's no need to make him suffer, no need to punish him more than I must each time I ask him to bring me here."
He studied her expression as she spoke, examining the smallest of gestures, searching for truth in the arch of a brow, or the corners
of her mouth where full lips met to reveal fleeting glimpses of those things she tried hardest to conceal. Now no longer comforted by his sympathetic smile, she clung in vain to her strength as it slowly slipped away, her resistance broken, her pride violated by his knowing grin.
"You speak of your husband's punishment. What of yours?"
"Mine? Mine is seeing the pain in his eyes when I return to him. Mine is knowing what he thinks of me, and knowing no matter how I try to prove my love for him, that he questions it when I take him inside me, even as I whisper his name over and over when I cum. As painful as it is, at times I feel I deserve much worse."
"And what might the proper punishment be for a wife that cheats not just once, but openly and regularly sluts before her loving husband's eyes?"
She sipped the remainder of her drink slowly, using the time to think, knowing a certain answer was expected of her. The taste of the warm liquid seemed less bitter now, and she scarcely noticed as much of what she was began to slip easily away into Simon's confident grasp.
He knew her answer would not come easily, and he took pleasure in watching her labor to invent a suitable punishment that was sure to please him. He went to work creating a second set of drinks, pretending to be absorbed completely in repeating the ritual, one much like the one she fought to deny.
But still she sat quietly, afraid any punishment she might devise would be impossible to bear, yet not severe enough to satisfy him. So she waited, with cuntlips pulsing and wet, until she took the second glass from his hand and drank. He sipped his glass, while she drained hers in long, deliberate portions, all the while feeling his eyes on her, watching him devour her body from mouth to cunt as a predator studies its prey before feasting. Suddenly, all defenses, pride, modesty, and shame melted away in a single swift rush. The need to offer herself totally, to become nothing more than an object used for the carnal whims of anyone who might want her, became so overwhelming, that she trembled as though balanced on the brink of a terrifying abyss. Her nipples hardened urgently against the fabric of the dress, and her hands found the insides of her spread thighs, stroking the smooth flesh as near to her naked cunt as she dare go without his permission.
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