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“You’re such an asshole,” she mutters with another shrug. “And that’s rich coming from me, because I’m an expert on bad. It’s my job to sift through the deplorables of the Earth and squeeze their souls out of their eyeballs like jelly. But you have a rare opportunity to turn this all around. Please just work with me, here.”

Faith is clearly passionate about her work, otherwise she wouldn’t be giving me such a hard time about this. “Fine. I’ll do my best to behave after you’ve gone.” Sighing, I look down at her half-eaten muffin and point at it. “You should finish that.”

Faith grabs the rest of her muffin and ham and cheese croissant and gets up from the table. “I’ll eat it on the way back. Come on. We have more work to do.”

She says work, but to me, this is all play. Every single second I’ve spent with her so far, while intense, has been the most fun I’ve ever had. And my cock hasn’t even been involved yet.

10

FAITH

Back at the candy shop, I have the Red Vines tie Byron up again, but not from the ceiling this time. Instead, he’s restrained to a chair, his thighs pried apart wide open for me. Precum slides down his shaft and over the places where the intricate licorice vines have affixed themselves along his length. The rope work is exquisite. Perfect, even. I don’t do anything by half measures, of course, but I’ve truly outdone myself this time. And the look on my sub’s face? Adorable, with his lower lip quivering in a mixture of arousal and anticipation.

“Again, I must ask. Does anything feel uncomfortable or like your extremities are going to go numb?” I ask. The second I stepped into the shop, I ditched the dress for a mesh black bikini and tape covering my nipples in crosses. Byron seemed to approve of my attire, judging from the grunts and soft gasps he made the second he laid eyes on me.

Having someone at your mercy is always a pleasurable experience, but having someone submit to you because they want to? It’s as close to divinity I’ll ever get, and I don’t want this feeling to ever go away.

“No, everything feels good,” he says, flashing me one of those cheeky grins I’ve come to adore. He’s back to his playful, boyish self again. I’m going to have to ruin that. Poor bastard.

“You’re used to getting your way,” I say as I walk slow circles around him. It’s not a question. I know Byron has been given everything he’s ever wanted in life, save for the love of a mother who abandoned him long ago. The crux of all his issues, no doubt, but I’m no therapist. “What will happen to you, I wonder, if you are denied the very thing you want more than anything?”

Byron’s mouth draws back in a tight line. Then he scoffs. “There isn’t much I want, believe me. And if there is, I just buy it.”

“Oh, but I don’t think that’s true,” I purr. “Time to experiment, then. See if my hypothesis holds any water.”

When I pace around his chair a second time, I drop between his knees. Byron’s eyes fly open, and my tail slithers around his leg like a sentient vine and wraps around his taut calf muscles. The barbed, venomous tips on the end of my tail leaks a pinkish, thick liquid. He squirms and lets out a sharp gasp, suddenly alarmed. The Red Vines hold him fast.

“W-What is that? What are you going to do to me?”

I trail my claws down his hardened length until I reach his balls. One little prick with this venom into his testicles is all it would take to cause them permanent damage and send him careening into indescribable agony. If he were any other human, a murderer, perhaps I would have done it without remorse. Without hesitation. Would have delighted in watching his face screw up in delirious pain until death claimed him. But with Byron, all I want to see is how he holds up when he’s denied sweet release.

Without answering him, I send my tail around his shaft and hold him snugly. He works his jaw in both pain and fear, and the slick liquid dribbling from my tail coats his head. I brush thetip of my tail across a thick vein protruding from his shaft and flick my forked tongue across my bottom lip and say, “It’s fine. It won’t hurt you, promise. I’m only secreting a bit of toxin to keep you from orgasming.”

Byron’s mouth falls open. “Wait. What?”

“Do you trust me to take care of you, Byron? You asked me to punish you. But I want to hear it from your lips. Do you wish to continue?” I ask, my eyes flashing greedily. I hope he says yes.Prayhe says yes. He’s not only been a blast to be with so far, but he’s also remarkably durable. A rare trait in a human these days.

After hesitation flickers across his handsome features, he finally grinds out, “Y-Yes. I trust you. Please punish me, Faith.”

“There’s my good boy,” I say, my voice smooth as satin. Then I slide my tail, slick with the toxin that will prevent him from coming, up and down his cock. Slowly at first, taking care not to pull too hard at the Red Vines holding him in place. Byron lets out a deep moan and tosses his head back. Lust clouds his eyes, and his forearms strain against his bonds as his skin flushes scarlet. There’s my good boy, indeed.

“God, that feels amazing,” he chokes out.

I say nothing as I watch my tail bob up and down on his cock from my kneeling position. Then I untie my mesh bikini top and let it fall the floor. His throat hitches. My tail bobs up and down, faster, faster, until he’s straining against his bonds and gritting his teeth. Sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead as small beads drip down his neck and pecs in rivulets.

“Please, I need to touch you,” he pleads. Like that’s going to work on me.

Seriously? It’s only been thirty seconds, and he’s already begging. How pathetic.

“No,” I say, my voice deep and firm. His eyes find mine and flash with disappointment, then widen with feral desperation that makes my heart leap with joy. “No touching.”

“Please,” he begs again. “I just… I can’t do this if I can’t touch you. Even just a little.”

Warmth radiates in my core and slithers its way down into my cunt until it settles within my twin clits. They throb in a way that makes me want to throw the entire scene out the door and straddle him to take my own pleasure. But that will have to wait, if it happens at all. I’ve already lost half a day with Byron just fooling around. I need to get serious about his punishment if I’m going to have any time left over to destroy actual deserving souls. My penthouse, and my future, depends on it.

You shouldn’t be doing this at all, a little voice nags me.What are you doing, wasting your time with a human? He’s beneath you. Excrement on the bottom of your heel. Get with the program, Faith, and break him already! A meager, slightly tarnished soul is better than no soul at all. Take it!

But I ignore the rational side of my brain in favor of slapping my sub’s inner thigh with my tail. I’ve never had a submissive before, and I will never have the opportunity to take one again. I’m going to squeeze out every last drop of happiness before I get on with things.

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