Page 38 of Savoring Her Snake

“What would you do to a bad girl?” I ask impulsively.

He smirks. “I would love to see your ass red. I promise you will like it.”

“Probably,” I murmur. I believe I’ll love anything he will do to me.

“I want your trust, body, and devotion,” he rumbles. “What is your word?”

“Money.” He raises a brow. “The need for money is the theme of my life. Every time my mom calls, I know she will ask for it.”

“Alright. Say it, and I will stop.” He laces his fingers, laying them on his stomach. “I won’t fuck you. I know you aren’t ready, but are you ready for my instruction?”

“Yes,” I reply. His chest rises with a ragged breath. I wait and wonder what he is going to do. He looks at me as if I am what he has always wanted. He makes me feel special, needed, and safe.

“Take your pants off,” he demands. I drop my legs and prepare to stand, and he holds his hand out. “Stay sitting. Lift your hips.” I lean back, he drops his hand, and my fingers struggle to grasp my waistband, too eager to function properly. “Good job,” he says as I push them down my legs. “Place your feet wide on the floor.” I do as he commands and drop my pants in front of the fireplace. “Perfect.” He fills an empty place inside my soul. “Lay your arms on the back of the chair.” When I do, my chest thrusts out, and his gaze travels over my breasts. “Leave them there until I tell you.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good, darling,” he says, looking at my legs. I’m grateful I wore my best underwear and shaved my legs earlier. I wanted to be prepared for anything. “You’re stunning.” His gaze flutters over every inch of my body, and I want to beg him to do something. “Impatient.” He smiles, and I stare at his mouth.

“I am,” I say. He wanted honesty. He props his elbow on the armrest and drags his finger across his bottom lip.

“I have been impatient to be inside you since I smelled you,” he drawls, and my heart thuds.

“So this is payback,” I say, my lips twitching.

“Maybe a little,” he says, leaning his cheek on his fingers. “Is your heart racing? Are you wet?”

“You know the answers.”

His smile turns cocky. Usually, I would be self-conscious. With Heath, I don’t have to guess if he likes what he sees. He tells me without having to say a word. I take pleasure in the sight before me, just as he does. It’s going to be difficult not to touch.

One second, Heath is lounging in his chair, and the next, he is kneeling in front of me. He glides his nose from the inside of my knee up to my underwear. I exhale sharply and tip my head back.

“Watch,” he says. I look down at his head and have to grip the chair with my fingers to stop myself from threading them through his hair. “My darling,” he hisses, kissing my thigh, rewarding me for doing as he asks. “Your skin is so soft. I want to mark it in every way.” I gasp when he drags his scruff over it, first one leg and then the other. “You like that.”

“Yes,” I hiss. He sits back slightly, slides his fingers under the sides of my panties, and pulls roughly. They clear my feet, and he throws them over his shoulder.

“Spread,” he demands, his gaze focused between my legs. I slowly stretch wider. “What a pretty pussy. Perfect. I’m going to eat it.”

I gulp. “Please—” I’ve fought the words that want to emerge. He looks at me steadily, giving me the option. He’s not demanding it yet. “Sir.”

“Thank you, darling,” he says roughly, gliding his hands back and forth up my thighs. I hold my breath. One of his hands slides under my tank, between my breasts, and up to my neck, gripping. His other hand cups my hip as his head lowers.

“Oh my god,” I groan as he sucks my clit. My arms tense, and my mouth drops, watching him. His tongue is cold, and the shock causes my body to tremble. I’m already on the verge of coming. Everything about him makes me want to fall over the edge. He pulls his mouth away slightly.

“Delicious,” he rumbles and licks. He adjusts his arm, moving it further around my hips, and pulls. As I scoot forward, he sucks my lips, and my eyes cross. “You smell so fucking good.” The coolness of his mouth warms steadily, and the contrast is fantastic. His hand convulses on my neck, and I push into his possession. “Such a good girl for Sir.”

“Please, Sir,” I beg. His arm is heavy between my breasts. He is holding me precisely where he wants, and I love it. The security of my position draws me deeper under his spell.

“Not yet,” he says, darting his tongue inside me. “Hold on for your Sir.” My toes curl against the hard floor. I want to hold on for him. “So warm.” He licks. “So wet.” He sucks my clit. “So tight.” He slides inside. The pull in my stomach is building higher and higher.

“Heath,” I pant, and my hips thrust.

“No. Stay still. Take what I give you.” He tightens both hands and removes his mouth. “Are you going to be good?”

I meet his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you, darling,” he says and gives me back his talented mouth. Over and over, he uses his tongue to drive me to the edge. I lift a hand but quickly drop it when he eases back. He laughs lightly against me, and I shiver, the vibration adding another layer of pleasure. “You were made for me,” he states, doubling his efforts to make me melt.

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