Page 61 of Servitude to Serpents

“Master!” Pup giggles, making herself wince slightly as her collar digs into her throat. “Mahari is a terrible pianist.”

The lanky woman cants back her head with a laugh. “Perhaps you’re just a poor teacher.”

Pup laughs even harder, her pale cheeks flushed with color. “Perhaps.”

My brow furrows as I watch her sway on her feet. “Pup, come.”

Her head snaps over to me, making those pretty ringlets bounce. Her bad eye is slightly reddened, something it often does when irritated. I assume she forgot to apply her drops tonight. Something she will pay for when she wakes up in discomfort tonight. She sways slightly as she reaches my side, hanging onto my arm lazily. Henrietta scurries in, cleaning up an empty bottle of wine.

“Show Ms. LaMonica to the parlor. Her husband will join her shortly.”

“Yes, Sir.” The woman nods.

Mahari doesn’t miss a beat, winking at Pup as she follows the other womanout, already making another wine order.One of my most expensive bottles,to be specific.

Pup has busied herself fiddling with my cufflinks, little snakes set in gold. “Pup.”

She doesn’t respond.

“Dog,” I bark, making her jump as she straightens.

I lean in close, inhaling her, and most irritatingly, the smell of alcohol on her breath. As if her ruddy cheeks and swaying weren’t signs enough. “You’ve been drinking.”

Big doe eyes find the floor before looking up at me from underneath thick, painted lashes. “I felt awkward not drinking with Mahari.”

“Alcohol is not good for dogs.”

“Yes, but—”

“Disobedience is not good for dogs who wish to be well-behaved. Pets who take advantage of their master’s kindness are not praised by his cock.”

Her eyes go wide as she takes an indignant step toward me, every bit the petulant brat I’ve come to adore. “I wanted to have fun!”

“Did you?”

“Well, yes, but—"

I put up my finger up, silencing her, letting it stretch on as she stares unflinchingly at me.

Bold little thing.

My cock hardens despite the sick feeling still plaguing me.

“Then it seems you have done what you set out to do. Now, you will deal with the consequences of your actions. Tell me, Pup, would it embarrass you if your friend found out what a pathetic little cum mutt you are? How desperate you are to be well and truly stretched and filled?”

Pup's breathing quickens as her doe eyes droop to half-mast, staring at me in a way that makes me throb, my cock pressing against my zipper.

“What if I painted you with my cum? What if I made you wear it?”

“Sir, please,” she gasps, taking a step toward me as Itake one back.

“Kneel.”

She whimpers as she drops to her knees, looking so utterly undone in her pretty white dress when she should be in blue.

But she can’t be.

My hard-on lessens with the thought, the idea of her ass and cunt being filled by another man obliterating it completely.

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