Page 62 of Serpentine

“Bend over,” I tell her, completely done with the conversation between us for now. I take a while to process things, and I can’t do it when my veins have frantic adrenaline in them.

Her eyes have questions falling through them like rain, but she listens and does what she’s told. Something in me purrs at her obedience.

She’s fully nude, and her pussy is swollen and glistening with not only arousal but with Miles’s saliva.

I tsk as I run my fingers through the evidence of how high he’d taken her. “Damn, Bambi, this pussy is so fucking primed. Shame to let it go to waste.”

“So don’t,” she whispers.

My hand cups her from behind, making her gasp.

“You’re in enough trouble. I’d be silent if I were you,” I tell her curtly as my eyes roam over all the floggers and whips on the wall.

I move to the wall, and she groans at the loss of my hand and its friction.

I grab for a silicone-tailed flogger, something soft enough to do no damage but hard enough to get my point across. I also snag a butt plug from the drawer.

Seeing her asshole glittering for me with a diamond sticking out of it is just the cherry on top.

“Now I’ll need you to hold real still, Bambi. This is going to feel strange. It might even sting a little.”

She squirms, trying to look back at me. I am doing the exact opposite as I’ve instructed. I glare at her, and she faces the front and nods her head in submission.

I pop the cap on some lube, dripping it straight from the bottle onto her tight asshole. She wiggles at the feel of it dripping over her slit. When most of it nears that little puckered hole, I swipe the butt plug into it, teasing her hole with the tip of it a few times.

She hisses and wiggles. “Brax!”

My name from her lips only spurs me on. In one quick pop, I shove it in. It nestles into place, and I stand back and look at her as her moaning decorates the space.

“What did you just put into my ass?” she breathes out, finally over the shock.

I smile. “A jewel befitting a queen,” I reply.

She turns and throws a rueful glare over her shoulder.

“Now, I think that for your slight against me, you’ll get five strikes,” I say, swinging the flogger’s tails through the air.

She bites her bottom lip, which she does when she’s intrigued. I’ve noticed. I see her. Most likely don’t.

But she can’t hide from me. I see it all. Each fucking intricacy of hers is mine to study. It’s how I’ll learn how to read her on a deeper level than she even reads herself.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, five! Whatever you want!”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. Miles took her a little too high. There’s no fear lacing her tone, and I love it when they cry.

I give her a test slap, keeping the flogger in a straight line from my body, the tails curling around her exposed and swollen pussy.

She cries out in pleasure, surprising herself but not surprising me.

I knew my Bambi wouldn’t disappoint. She never does.

“One,” I say ruggedly.

She moans louder when the second strike curves around her cunt. “Fuck! I need more!”

That she’s begging for her punishment doesn’t deter me. It doesn’t defeat the purpose, either. I need to release this energy skittering through me, and what better way is there?