Page 95 of Savoring Her Snake

“I do, Sir,” I reply quickly.

“Good.” He cups my heel while he completes binding me. “Everything I do is for you. If you don’t feel safe or desire, I am not doing my job. I get off on seeing how I make you feel.” He steps back, and his gaze travels over me. “The sight of you at my mercy is a bonus.” He smirks. “How does it feel?” I move slightly.

“Good. It’s not rubbing.” The fur cushions my skin. I can still move enough to not feel trapped. Heath would never do anything intentionally to make me feel uncomfortable.

“Are you ready, darling?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir.” He steps forward, and his knees touch the bed between my feet.

“You are beautiful in my cuffs,” he says silkily.

“Thank you, Sir. I feel beautiful in them.” I have never felt lacking in any way with him. I lose my breath as he brings one knee to the bed and then the other. He braces his palms on the outside of my legs and slowly crawls over me. My focus centers on his face as he stares at me, his intentions wicked.

“I didn’t think this through,” he whispers, and I watch his lips.

“What?” I hope he isn’t having second thoughts.

“I should have undressed you first.” He lifts a brow.

“I think you can figure it out. Sir.” I smirk, touching the tip of my tongue to the corner of my mouth, and his lips twitch.

“This is going to be fun.” He pushes my shirt up my stomach, and I shiver. “Do you like denied orgasms?”

“No, Sir,” I say quickly, and his smile flashes.

“Be good,” he whispers, his breath coasting over me. He drops his head and kisses my stomach. He’s barely touched me, and I’m ready to come. I’m warm and try not to squirm as he kisses me again and again, placing them around the claw marks. “These will be nothing but a bad memory.”

“Yes.” I groan when he licks the length of one. He moves to the other three, his tongue tracing them. Lovingly. Slowly. My eyes widen as I watch his tongue lengthen, growing. My breath catches in my throat as he transforms it into his snake's forked-tongue.

“He doesn’t like seeing marks on your body,” he hisses, and I almost combust. I stare at his animal showing in his eyes. Fuck, his animal turns me on.

He gathers one side of my shirt in his fist and yanks. Buttons fly, and my chest is bare. I didn’t have to worry; my mate always finds a way to get what he wants. I almost pass out when he crawls further over me, his mouth traveling over my skin. His tongue skates over me, tasting every inch as he progresses to my breasts. He circles my nipple, and I shift.

“Please, more, Sir,” I moan and grab the chains above my wrists.

“Patience,” he hums, tracing my other breast. My toes dig into the blankets, wishing I could wrap my legs around him. I watch him through heavy eyes. His tongue returns to normal right before he takes my nipple deep into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Shit.” My back rises from the bed, intent on encouraging him to keep going. “No,” I growl when he stops and sits back on his heels.

“Who’s in charge?” The pads of his fingers barely glide over my hips.

“You, Sir.”

“That’s right.” His fingers move in circles, closer and closer to my clit. “I welcome you to test me, but it will deny you what you want.” I bite my lip, take a deep breath and try to calm down. “Darling, you please me.” The warmth expands with his words, making it much harder to restrain my need.

He curls his knuckle and glides it over my clit. I grit my teeth and hold in my whines. He knows what he is doing to me. The satisfaction is oozing through the air, and I want to push him to take me. I hold back, knowing it will get me further from my goal. It was the right move because he increases the pressure. He uses the fingers on his other hand to tease my pussy.

My hands ache from gripping the chains, and I relax them. I cry in my mind with relief as he slips his finger under the edge of the fabric covering me. Finally, he can feel how much his attention is affecting me. His finger eases inside me, slow, gentle, and I welcome him gratefully.

“Sir,” I cry, not able to hold it in.

“You are doing so good, darling,” he coos and rips one side of my underwear. “You make your Sir so proud.” He curls over me and sucks my clit. Another finger joins his other inside me and pushes deeper.

“Sir, I’m going to come,” I whimper.

“No. You’ll wait until I’m inside you,” he commands.

“I can’t.”

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