Page 44 of Servitude to Serpents

“You!”

“You like me owning your cunt, don’t you, Pup?”

“Fuck! Fuck, yes.”

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

I scream as my release finds me. I’m not hurled into oblivion, but sling-shotted into the sun. It’s not a gentle crescendo of bliss but a supernova. Master moans, a sound so masculine and erotic, it only adds to my climax. My body moves in uncontrollable spams as his warm cum spurts deep inside me. We’re both left breathing heavily, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.

Master pushes my knees up to my chest, making me whimper as he pulls out of me. My eyes are struggling to stay open as the bed dips, signaling him leaving it. “You’re going to lie here and wait for me. I want all my cum inside you when I come back. Do you understand me?”

My eyes flutter open. “Yes, Sir.”

He heads into his ensuite, my eyes studying the huge House of Serpents crest covering his back. When he returns, he cleans me, ignoring my childish attemptsto return to sleep. It’s only after he relents, petting me gently while I doze off for a few minutes, that he enforces his command for me to get out of bed with a quick, yet effective slap to my pulsing core.

Master is all business as I drag myself from the bed, dropping into position at his feet to wait for my instructions for the day. Usually, I lounge about, more a lazy house cat than a dog. Other days, he gives me chores if he’s too busy to use my body. Sometimes, I’m even allowed to help him with some of his work. I have free rein of the estate when I’m not needed, but I usually stay by my master’s side. As much as he pretends to be annoyed by my hanging around, in the times I decide to wander, I’m always quickly called back.

“Let’s get you to your room and dressed before breakfast.”

I look up, a tinge of anxiety filling my chest. “Will we leave the estate today?”

We've only done so twice since the party, and each time, it was so he could attend to some of his meetings outside of the House of Serpents. Each time, I was made to wait in his office or, if during hours, in the jet or car. It beats the uncertainty that comes with the less than up and up events he could be dragging me to.

“No, Pup. The physician said your nutrition is back on track, so from now on, you’ll be joining me on my morning bike rides. It seems your stamina could use some work.”

Apprehension fills me, making me more than a little irritated.

I frown. “My stamina hasn’t been an issue so far,” I mumble under my breath, making him pause as he dons an athletic T-shirt, one that sculpts to every inch of his broad chest.

He hikes a thick brow. “Speak back to me again, and I leash you behind my bike.”

I debate angering him, anything to get out of this, but…the glow from his praise earlier is still warming my chest.

I really am a glutton for praise.

“Also, last night, you werewheezingby the time I was done with you.”

You had me strapped up like a pretzel, all my holes occupied.I was wheezing before we started.

He stalks over to me, looping his finger through my collar and tugging it, making it tighten gently around my throat. “Problem, pet?”

“No, Sir.” Aside from the fact that I have no idea how to ride a bike.

He drops my collar. “Open.”

My core clenches as I obey.

“Gooddog.” He smirks before he spits in my mouth. “Now, swallow it.”

He turns, stalking from me, all business as I swallow, my cheeks flushing. He’s halfway out the door when he glances at me over his shoulder. “You’ll follow on your knees.”

“Yes, Master,” I answer as I drop.

He doesn’t turn away fast enough to hide the small smile on his face, and the organ in my chest flutters at the sight of it.

I don’t care if he just told me I was about to perform open heart surgery blindfolded. For him, I’ll figure it out.

Chapter nineteen

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