Page 33 of Servitude to Serpents

“It’s not like you to curse, Pup. You must be in quite a state,” I prod, gathering her hair at the nape of her neck before urging the long strands over her shoulder. My lips find the crux of her shoulder, teasing her sweet-smelling flesh before I let her feel the bite of my teeth.

“Master…” she whimpers.

“Yes, pet?” The words leave my mouth in a groan as I grind my cock into her, slowly working the slip dress she’s wearing down her arms.

“I-I haven’t gotten to come today.”

I make a noncommittal sound in the back of my throat, knowing that’s not what’s truly bothering her. I’ve never spoiled a pet like I do her. To be honest, I just can’t get enough of watching her innocent doe eyes pitch in pleasure. “Yes, it seems I’ve neglected you, poor pup.”

With that, my lips find her neck again, biting down before sucking the delicate, abused flesh into my mouth. The desire to fuck her is nearly as strong as the one to mark her. Her day collar tickles my nose as I pop free, admiring the angry purple and red mark I left behind.

It’s not enough.

My hands make a gentle and languid pass along her sides, tickling her as I bite and suck again. The needy little moan she gifts me is only second to the sensation of her pushing her round ass back into me. She has put on weight in the past month, and the results are fucking stunning. The box slips again as she desperately grinds into me, making my cock weep for her. I’ve been hard before, fucked hardbefore, probably spent more time fucking than breathing in my lifetime, but my cock has neverhurtto be in someone. I’m a sadist, not a masochist. This month-long cock and ball torture I’ve been subjecting myself to is ending soon.

Just not right now.

Her little moan gets caught in her throat when I kick her legs further apart, hitching my thigh against her core. It doesn’t take her but seconds to figure out what I want.

“There you go, Pup. Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

“M-master, Master, please, I need—”

My free hand snakes its way over her throat, resting there. “Need what, little pet?”

“I want—”

“I thought youneededit.”

“Ineedyou to fill me. God, Master,please,I need you to fill me up. I-I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. Just please, please, I need you inside me.”

I bite back a groan, running my fingers over her full lips. Her sweet, round eyes are already brimming with unshed tears as she grinds her soaked cunt over my dress pants. Her grinding only barely falters when I dig my fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Before she can resume the begging that would be my undoing, I slip my fingers inside, gagging her deeply. “You used to be so quiet about it, but now, you let your dirty little tongue run wild.”

She struggles as I explore her mouth, keeping her quiet, her grinding growing frantic. Each time her ass slams back into my cock, my restraint frays. I gag her again, making the box slip just an inch before she presses harder into it, her forehead the only point hitting the wall. I move my leg down, just a bit, taking away some of her purchase. She makes a throaty sound as I grab her tongue between my fingers, pressing hard as her spit dribbles out over her chin. “You can’t even swallow your own words now, can you?”

She struggles again, her arousal soaking through my pants. My eyes widen slightly as her own hands grip my leg, forcing my thigh harder against her. “A-ah…”

“Tch, how embarrassing.”

Those words are her undoing. She screams, her tongue still firmly in my grasp as she comes apart violently. Her grinding comes to a sudden and jerky halt, and I’m grateful she’s focused again on that fucking box, because the smile on my face is anything but indifferent. She wipes at her mouth the moment I release her tongue, ridding her chin and some of her neck of her spit as I drop to my knees.

“You may open your gift now.”

Her movements are languid, her body spent from her climax as she takes the box into her hands. Swallowing deeply, I jerk her hips back, exposing her pretty pink slit to me.

Because of course I’m going to taste her.

The small hitch in her breath is my only indication she opened it, followed by a throatyMaster. My tongue finds her core, and suddenly, I’m a man starved, sucking and lapping at the remains of her cum like mad. The sweet, tangy flavor of her has me jerking my belt off, and despite how enamored my sweet pup is by her pretty new collar, the box is snapped shut, tumbling to the floor.

She gasps, jerking away from me to retrieve it, but my hand snaps out, pinching her clit painfully. “Don’t move.” I inhale her, my lips dancing across the beautiful swell of her ass. “I need you.”

I need you.

Those certainly weren’t the right words.

I should stop this now.

Right now.

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