Page 43 of Servitude to Serpents

I stumble forward as someone rips open the door. Mom’s face is gaunt, her cheeks flushed and hair greasy from days without washing. “SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY GOD, I CAN’T STAND THE SOUND OF YOU. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US! Everything!”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident—”

“My baby is gone! You let her drown! You knew not to take her out there! You fucking knew! You knew, and you did it, anyway!”

“Enough, Leslie,” Dad cuts in, tugging Mom away from the door. My chest is ripped wide open and I can’t breathe.

“I’m sorry,” I sob. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I swear, I swear, I didn’t mean to. I-I tried so hard to get her back on. Dad, Itried.”

It’s the same words I’ve repeated since I woke up in the hospital. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve screamed them; nothing has lessened the knot in my chest. They haven’t listened. He nods, but he doesn’t look at me. Mom clings to him like he’s the only thing holding her on her feet. I want them to hold me like that. I want my sister back. My arms wrap around my belly as I stare at the chair Mom had blocking the door. Mom doesn’t say anything else, only disappearing into my sister's room down the hall.

I gasp, my eyes flying open as Master’s mouth clasps down on my nipple. It peaks quickly as his tongue teases and swirls around it. The pleasure is instant, wiping away the grogginess of sleep. My head turns toward the clock, and I resist the urge to groan. It’s five in the morning. Knowing my master, he has already been awake for a while. The only downside to me now sleeping in his bed is no moresleeping in. It has been two weeks since we returned from the party. Two weeks of punishment and pleasure. Two weeks of plummeting lows, only to be jerked up to unimaginable heights.

“Morning, Pup,” Master whispers as he crosses to my other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, making my hips buck underneath him.

“M-morning, Sir.”

My core is already soaked as I grind against him, my back bowing as his fingers find my clit, gathering up my arousal. I’m a half-lidded, panting mess by the time he brings his messy fingers up, his bare, scarred chest still glistening from the dampness of his shower. I watch, entranced, my body begging for his next move as he leans back, painting my taut nipples with my arousal. The oversensitive flesh pebbles, sounds leaving my mouth that would put a porn star to shame. He swirls it, tickling the tender flesh until I’m bucking desperately. My hands fly down to touch him, to scratch and maul until he fills me, only for him to catch them, pinning them above my head. “My pet always wakes up so needy, huh, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, that nickname going straight through me. He keeps teasing my nipples, decorating them with my arousal before he smirks, bending to drag his tongue across the mauve flesh. When he sucks it clean, my core is already clenching, my belly tightening and warming. So help me God, I’m going to come, and he has barely even touched me. Master repeats the torment on the other side, but this time, when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, my climax rips through me, my cunt spasming and clamping around nothing, no touch, no sensation, driving me to the edge. It's positively maddening.

“Fuck, Pup. I barely even touched you, and look at the mess you made all over the covers.” He jerks down the sheet, exposing the large wet spot underneath me, both of our thighs soaked. I never understood the concept of squirting until recently. The first time, I’d burst into tears, thinking I’d peed on him. Which, I mean, technically, I did, but Master seems to approve either way. He leans back, his hands gripping my hips to jerk me between his spread legs. His hard cock bobs in the space between us, the head an angry shade of red as it weeps for me. I reach out, only for him to beat me to it, his hand gripping the end of my chained collar,pulling it through the loop, and making it tighten around my throat like a tiny lead directing me where he wants me. “I want you to fuck my cock like it’s a toy.”

His hazel eyes are twin pools of heat as I nod, my eyes dipping to his length. God, it makes my mouth water. He doesn’t make a move to help as I position myself, trying to find the right angle before I grasp it. The only reaction is the tightening of his jaw as I notch it in my soaked core. I just came, and already, I’m brimming with need, as if I haven’t been touched in years. Master is large, and despite how thoroughly used I’ve become, getting him inside me always makes me feel stretched wide. My mouth gapes as I work myself over his length, feeling each ridge, every inch of him.

My eyes nearly roll back in my skull as I use him, fucking myself on him. A yelp leaves me as he jerks my collar again, commanding my full attention. “Stop there and spread yourself.”

A whimper leaves my throat as I halt, my core gripping him, pleasure slamming into me in waves, crashing against me in perfect harmony with my pulse. Its torture, stopping only halfway in, but with the promise of praise looming in the air, I’d do anything. I snake my hand down my stomach, teasing him, taking my time before using my fingers to spread my labia wide.

He moans at the sight, and I swear, I nearly faint as he releases my collar. “Fucking hell, Pup. Go.”

And I do.

“Master!” I squeal as I bury him inside me, using my arms braced behind me to fuck myself on his cock. With each pass, the pleasure triples. My arms are braced behind me, my legs on either side of his, wobbling already.

“There you go, baby. Use me. You use your Master’s cock so well.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

I watch, my lips parted as I drag myself up and down his daunting girth, grinding when he’s buried to the hilt, only to pull him out to the tip and start all over again. There's nothing slow, teasing, or languid about my pace. I’m in a frenzy, so full and stretched, I’m inches from being hurled off into oblivion.

“Such a good pet, using her owner’s cock. Good girl, baby. Keep your cuntspread. I want to see you taking every inch of me. Fuck, look at you. Such an obedient little cock whore.”

“Yes, Master,” I moan.

I fuck myself harder, my pants becoming whimpers, and no matter how hard or how fast I fuck myself down on him, it’s not enough.

“Are you going to make yourself come on my cock?”

“Yes, Master! Fuck, I—”

He groans as I lose my words, my breasts heaving, my fingers slipping as I try to keep myself spread open for him.

“Such a good fucking whore for me, baby. Do it, come on. Make your little cunt come. Come on my fucking cock.”

The sound I make is guttural as my arms collapse, making me fall onto my back. It doesn’t stop me. I sink down to the hilt, my nails scoring his legs as I grind myself against him, his cock rubbing that patch inside that makes me see stars.

“Who owns you?”

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