Page 60 of Serpentine

She nods. “It’s yours,” she offers.

I chuckle. “Good girls get their pussies licked.”

“What do bad girls get?” she asks.

“Mm, Braxton will answer that for me. Won’t you, Brother?”

I knew he was standing at the end of the stairs, and I knew he was watching, as he loves to do. I just hadn’t let Aella realize he was there yet.

I needed to taste her before shit hit the fan.

“Don’t let her come,” he answers, leaning against the wall, lifting one booted foot.

“I guess that answers your question, huh, princess?” I taunt, diving back into her sweet center and torturing her with my tongue.

Aella whimpers, trying to tug my head away from her sweet cunt, but I resist. If she can’t come, she wants me to stop. That’s not how punishment works, though. She’s going to find that out the hard way.

I get her to the edge of coming four times, only to ruin it by pulling back before Braxton tells me to stop.

She’s panting, sobbing, and hanging onto the spanking bench for dear life as if the world is tumbling around her.

I wipe my mouth as I stand, the wet spot in my jeans on full display, but she’s too gone to notice.

“What did you find out?” I ask Braxton as Aella’s sobs litter the air.

He watches her as he tells me, “Not much, but now isn’t the time to discuss it.”

I look at Aella, letting his words sink in. “She’s one of us now. Go easy on her, hm?”

Braxton shakes his head. “The fact that she’s one of us is why I won’t go easy on her, Miles. You know that.”

I sigh, adjusting my throbbing dick in my pants.

“I don’t like the idea of her being back in her world, Miles. I won’t deny it,” he says as I get halfway up the stairs.

“Neither do I, Brother, but we have to do what we have to do.”

“I know. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” I say back, straining as the feel of my jeans rubbing my cock nearly makes me come.

Braxton’s chuckle is all I hear as I slam the door behind me and head for my room to fuck my hand.

I’m not sure how far he’ll go with her, but one can only hope he fucks her soon. I know that part of her belongs to him. As much as she knows, it’s hers to give him.

It’s unspoken, but it’s sacred.

NINETEEN

BRAXTON

She’s a puddle on my bench. Although he hadn’t strapped her back down, her body was still restrained by how close it was to ruination. He’d brought her up many times, only to watch her fall when he dropped her.

Fuck, if it hadn’t been beautiful to watch. “Bambi,” I say, approaching where her legs dangle over the side of the bench. She’s covered in sweat, her body glistening under the red lights of my room.

“Please,” she begs but doesn’t finish. Her hands white-knuckle on the side of the bench, head lolling around in euphoria.

I can’t help nor hide the smirk tugging my lips up. “What is it you’re begging for, Bambi? Reprieve or mercy?”

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