Page 47 of Serpent & Saviors

“Mod-modified?” she asked in wonder.

“Yes,” I said, brushing a knuckle near the edge of the mark. “A tattoo might be your best option. I’m not sure it could be removed cleanly. Not with how it was done. But a cover up could reclaim it. Make it yours. Would you like that?”

Her eyes flickered, unfocused. “I don’t know,” she whispered, gaze drifting like she was trying to see something that wasn’t there.

She looked lost—haunted.

I gently gathered her wrists once more and stretched her arms back into position. “Hold them there,” I said, voice low. “Or I’ll tie them in place.”

Her head bobbed, and her cheeks turned red. I was testing her in small ways, mindful of her pulse and other telltale signs of fear. Thus far, she radiated anticipation.

I had no plans to hurt her, just wanted to take my time. To bury my face between her legs and feast on her slutty pussy that glistened in the light of our room. Make her come over and over until she couldn’t think. After all, that is what she said she wanted from me earlier.

I positioned her legs open. She lay bare to me in a classic X formation, and I licked my lips.

“Well, start thinking about it. I know someone who is excellent at drawing. Technically, I know two, so that means you have options.”

“Options? That’s a word I don’t hear often. I think I like that thought,” she murmured sweetly.

“Good to know. Speaking of options, my hands or yours?”

“Easy. Yours,” she said, blushing. “I like the way you touch me.”

Grinning, I took my shirt off and climbed onto the bed between her outstretched legs. “You said you wanted to play earlier, do you still?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded obediently.

“Good, I’m going to give you some direction, and you’re going to be my good girl and follow them,” I said, and she moaned. Having sensed she longed to be praised, I would give it to her in abundance. “You like that idea, huh?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to be a good girl for you,” she whispered.

“That pleases me more than you can know. Now, promise you’ll listen and follow my commands precisely. Remember, you can stop at any time by using your safeword. Shall we begin?”

“Please,” she begged.

“We’ll start with me running my hands all over your body. Your job is to keep your position while I play. If you move, you’ll be warned. After three warnings, you’ll be punished. I’ll start here.”

My fingers brushed over the delicate arch of her foot, and she startled, toes curling as a soft jolt rippled through her. A twitch. A gasp. A half-second of vulnerability. Satisfaction stirred low in my chest, and a slow grin tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“Warning number one,” I murmured as I repositioned her.

I once more began repeating the movement. This time she remained still, although she giggled. I loved the sound and the way the action made her face light up. Moving to her ankles, I slowly danced my fingertips up her legs. She sucked in a deep breath as I lingered over her thighs.

“I’ll just skim over this,” I murmured as I barely touched her slit. “You have such a pretty pussy.”

“Then why skim it?” she asked seductively.

“Because I can see how wet you are, and I want you dripping. The longer I play, the wetter you’ll be.”

Up her stomach, my finger traced patterns until I reached her full breasts. I teased her by tracing the rounded globes and then down her ribs to her waist. The motion made her squirm, a sharp jerk following the tickling sensation.

“That’s two,” I warned.

“Not fair, you keep tickling me. How am I not supposed to—” she moaned as I brushed my fingers over her nipples.

“I’m completely fascinated with these,” I crooned as I kneaded the soft flesh.

I traced her areolas, teasing the nipples before rolling them between my thumbs and fingers. The movement elicited several loud moans as the adorable girl squirmed beneath me. Her hips bucked involuntarily.