Page 45 of Hiss and Tell
“I can hear it in your voice,” she gasps. “You sound like you’re losing control.”
“Iamlosing control. Because of you. Because I can’t catch your virus, because I don’t have to be careful, because I can finally have you the way I’ve been dreaming about.”
“What else?” she demands. “What else have you been dreaming about?”
“My snakes on your skin,” I confess, my voice rough with need. “They want to touch you, taste you. Some of them are very… dexterous. They could make you feel things no human lover ever could.”
Her soft cry of pleasure tells me exactly what she thinks of that idea.
“That’s… oh fuck, Sebastian, that’s so hot. I never imagined… what else can they do?”
Something primal awakens in me at her desperate tone. The careful, gentle librarian recedes, replaced by something older, more predatory. More Gorgon.
“Everything,” I promise, my voice dropping to frequencies that vibrate through the phone. “They could hold you still while I use my mouth on you. They could touch you in dozens of places at once. They could wrap around your wrists, your ankles, anywhere you wanted them.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I want that. I want all of it.”
“Are you close?” I can hear the tension building in her voice, the way her breath catches.
“So close. Keep talking, please.”
“Stop.” The command comes out almost harsh, pure dominance coloring my tone. “Stop touching yourself.”
Her breath hitches. “Sebastian—”
“Stop. Now.” I wait until I hear her soft whimper of frustration. “Good girl. Now I want you to pluck your nipples. Gently at first.”
“Oh, God.” The sound she makes is pure need. “They’re so sensitive right now.”
“Because you want me touching them instead. Because you want my mouth on them, my teeth.” My own strokes become more deliberate, matching the rhythm of her breathing. “Harder now. Pluck them harder.”
“Sebastian!” she cries out, and I can picture her arching off the bed.
“That’s it. Feel what I would do to you. When I finally get my hands on you—really get my hands on you—I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to worship every inch of your body until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Please,” she whispers, and I can hear how close she is to breaking.
“Please what?”
“Please let me touch myself. Please, I need—”
“You need what?” My voice is pure Gorgon now, ancient and commanding. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you,” she gasps. “I need your hands, your mouth, your snakes. I need you to hold me down and take whatever you want.”
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Slow circles. Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
The sound she makes is almost a sob. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
“You can. Because you’re mine now, aren’t you? My brave, beautiful woman who isn’t afraid of what I am.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, I’m yours.”
“Then show me. Show me how much you want to belong to a monster.”
Her breathing becomes ragged, desperate. I can hear how close she is, how her body trembles on the edge.
“Faster now,” I growl, my own control fraying. “But don’t come. Not yet.”
