Page 72 of Servitude to Serpents

Two hours? It’s only been two hours?

I sob, my stomach cramping from the constant onslaught of orgasms, of sensation, my entire body trembling. “I can’t. It hurts. Master, please take it off my clit, please!”

He sighs, getting up from his desk. “I have travel plans to finalize. You’re making it difficult to focus.”

His words don’t register as he offers me a straw. I suck down the water so fast, I nearly choke, my hair stuck to the sweat on my face. When he pulls it away, I cry out, teetering on the edge. Even his gentle touch tracing along my spine is too much. I flinch away from it as he prods at my stretched entrance, working a fingerin alongside the vibrator. I scream until I’m hoarse, jerking away from him and slamming up to a seated position, grinding the end of the vibrator against the ground as I come apart.

He only sighs again. “If I had any idea how beautiful you’d look like this, I’d have done it ages ago. What do you say, Pup? Are you fulfilled? Have you gotten the attention you needed?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I sob as he forces me back into my position.

He runs his thumb over the spittle and sweat on my lips, tasting it. “Yes, I imagine you are.”

With that, he leaves, coming back moments later to gag me so that I may write in silence.

Control by Halsey

Warrick

Another hour and a half passes before Pup grows suspiciously quiet. My neck and cock ache as I peek over my laptop. Her flushed chest rises and falls slowly, her body twitching from the overwhelming sensation, even unconscious as she is. For a moment, I debate waiting a little longer, perhaps pulling back up the old videos of her playing the piano I’d been watching before she barged in here. I can’t seem tostopwondering how her cunt of a grandmother could’ve possibly found fault in anything she did. I can’t find the answer, so I sit and I watch. Endlessly.

Taunting the pitiful remains of my self-control.

Ignoring Pup is like ignoring the sunshine.

Impossible and painful.

Which is why I need to continue to do it.

Despite it making me an even more miserable bastard.

I turn off the vibrator, leaning back in my chair and taking in the way her body relaxes further. She’s out cold, her pretty, flushed face pressed into her notebook. I stand, watching her sleep, easing my throbbing cock from my pants as I bite back a groan. Sleeping in my office has done a number on me the past few nights. Sickeningly enough, watching her like this, it’s becoming unrealistic to continue to deny how much I’ve missed her constant adoration, her whimpering and incessant talking. I miss her always finding a way to snuggle close to me in bed, despite the number of times I roll her away. A California king, and she manages to force me to the edge.

And I let her.

She whimpers but doesn’t stir as I unfasten the harness, easing the soaked toy from her. Bringing my tongue along the base, the taste of her is everything, and I loathe her for it. My father would be shocked to see how low I’ve sunk. Mourning over a fucking pet, hiding in my own home, all because I can’t control myself, can’t trust myself to be near her without showering her with affection.

Without kissing her.

Touching her.

Smiling at her bratty antics.

Soaking up and basking in her innocence like the sick fuck I am.

She’s going to destroy you.

I repeat the reminder in my head as I gently pick her up, carrying her to the couch. My tongue tastes her salty, sweet skin as I slide my cock along her swollen core, coating myself in her. She doesn’t wake, even as I enter her. Feeling her raw cunt squeeze down on my cock is like coming home.

She’s going to destroy you.

I lift her small, scarred hands, pining them above her head as I hitch her leg at my waist, listening to her breath hitch as I thrust into her. A groan leaves me as I bend down to rest my forehead against hers.

She’s going to destroy you.

Her nipples brush my chest, making my balls tighten as I grind my cock at the base.

She’s going to destroy you.

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