Page 55 of Servitude to Serpents

His hand recaptures my braid as he pulls himselfout to the tip. “I really shouldn’t fucking care.”

Say it.

Tell me you do.

I scream as he slams back in, using my hair as leverage until his hand releases my braid, coming around to circle and tease my reddened nipples as he fucks me. “You’re a good girl.Mygood girl. Only mine. I can’t help that I want to protect you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan, bending further until my cheek hits the keys, my hand dipping between my legs to spread my pussy the way he likes.

“Fuck, Pup.”

“I like it,” I gasp, my knees threatening to buckle as he lightly pinches my clit before releasing it, coming up to palm my ass.

“Like what? Being my little cock whore?”

“Y-yes, Master. I like being your cock whore.” My tears bubble over, pleasure bracketing me. “I like being your good little cock whore.”

“Fucking hell.” He groans before slipping his fingers down, gathering up my arousal. I know what he’s going to do before he does it, but still, anticipation fills me. I force myself to relax for the intrusion, my climax on the edge of implosion. I turn, looking over my shoulder at him, his hair messy and unkept, those calamitous hazel eyes on my face as his finger finds my puckered hole. He stills long enough to ease his way inside, a smirk on his lips when I cry out. That’s my only warning, a single tilt of his lips, before he works another finger inside. Then, he fucks me, his fingers pushing when his cock pulls. He takes me punishingly, but we both know this is a reward, his praises settling in my gut like a swarm of butterflies as he pushes me toward oblivion.

“You like when I finger your tiny hole, don’t you, Pup?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “More.”

“Suck a greedy little thing.” He teases me gently, working another finger inside me as he fucks my cunt. I’m filled wonderfully as he massages deep, stroking and manipulating, manipulating my body in a way only he can. White spots dot my vision as I come apart, screaming out my climax as that gush leaves me again,coating Master and the piano bench. I’m lost to him, to the world, until he jerks me back, his fingers leaving my ass to make way for his cock. I scream again—not because of the ripping I had gotten used to when this hole was used, but because of the unexpected pleasure. Master sinks into my ass, his hand working my clit as he comes, filling me up…back there. My face flushes as he jerks another climax from me.

“Who owns you?”

I hear his question as he pulls out of my ass, but my brain isn’t caught up yet.

“Who owns you?”

“Y-You, Master.”

“Then if I say you’re good, you’regood. Nobody else matters, not anymore.”

I pick myself up off the keys, wiping at the spit that found the corner of my mouth as my tears double down, my heart beating a thousand miles per hour as I nod. It’s not easy to face him, not with something…dangerous, altering on the tip of my tongue, but I do. My bottom aches beautifully as I slam my forehead against his chest, hiding my face. “I love you,” I whisper. My cheeks are so hot, I feel feverish.

The silence that follows doesn’t bother me as I sniffle, snuggling my head harder into his chest before pulling back and smiling up at him. I want him to know I mean it, no matter what.

Master doesn’t meet my eyes, his strong jaw clenched. “I don’t deserve it.”

My brows knit together, my nails pricking my wrapped palms. But the moment I open my mouth to argue, my master is ready. He snags my jaw, his thumb demanding entry to my mouth before he presses down on my tongue, keeping me silent. His eyes leave my flushed, teary face as he glares toward the door. “Your friend is coming to visit you. It seems she’s refusing to let her husband release valuable information to me otherwise.”

I pause, confusion filling me for an instant. This man gives me so much whiplash, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

Mahari!

I try to ask when, but of course, the sound is odd. Masterunderstands either way.

He releases my tongue, heading for the wide, arched door of the room. “Tomorrow. Don’t make me jealous,pet.”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, pressing my palms into my frenzied heart.

Chapter twenty-two

To own is to…. Possess

Warrick

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