Page 42 of Serpent & Saviors

Desire skated through me. Boldly, I inched my hand up his leg and brushed it against his cock. He was already hard as steel. With a moan, his mouth opened, allowing my tongue to dance with his.

He hauled me onto his lap, and then his hands were pushing the dress up over my thighs.

“How often do you self-harm, angel?” he asked, taking me by surprise before kissing me again.

I pulled back. “What are you talking about?” My face burned.

Trying to push his hands away only irritated him. He grabbed both of my hands in one of his, and I froze. Using his other hand, he pushed the dress up further.

“Don’t, please,” I whimpered, filled with shame.

I gulped as he lightly traced the largest of the bruises on my thighs.

“These weren’t here before, so I know they’re new.” Taking a deep breath, he continued to caress them. I tried to move from his lap, and he barked. “No, you’re not running anymore, remember?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, hanging my head. “It helps sometimes when I feel overwhelmed.”

“Have you discussed it with your therapist?”

I considered lying to him, but he seemed to know whenever I did. I shook my head.

“Words, please.”

“No, Sir. We don’t talk,” I offered, burying my head against his shoulder.

He tried to push me back to see my face, but I resisted and leaned in harder. He got the hint, and his hands moved further up my dress until his fingers caressed my back. I sighed as goosebumps erupted down my arms.

“I’m not trying to be difficult, I promise. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” I asked hopefully.

“If you promise me, we will,” Andrew said quietly in my ear.

“I promise,” I offered, and then groaned as his hands found my hips and then cupped my ass.

“I’m going to hold you to that. There will be consequences if you don’t. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned as he pulled my body onto his hard cock.

His hands left my ass, coming around the front of my body, and making their way up to my breasts. My nipples pebbled, and I arched my back as he squeezed them through my bra.

“So nice. You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured as his lips descended on mine once more.

“I know. I’m married and you have someone at home waiting for you,” I murmured as his hands tightened on my hips.

“I was talking more about the fact that we haven’t had a proper conversation.”

“You and your need to converse. Most people consider your hands on me a perfectly acceptable form of foreplay. No words necessary,” I teased.

He laughed. “I was thinking about the fact that the last time we fucked, I hurt you.”

“Do you want t-to hu-hurt me?” I asked, unsure why the thought didn’t frighten me like it should.

Warmth spread through my stomach as I recalled how it felt the last time we were together. The way he stretched me and hit deep with each thrust.

“Not intentionally, no. If I’m honest, I never lose control when I play. Sadly, you’re my one exception. Not to mention I never play without a safeword.”

“Oh. Maybe we could go with something you’re used to hearing. Kinsley’s?”

He wore a cocky smile but didn’t answer, making me feel nervous. What exactly was his relationship status with this girl? Because his hands ran over my nipples once more, with no shame.