Page 27 of Sapphires and Snakes

“Watch,” she commands in that voice that always shoots down to my core. The one that expects to be listened to.

I release her ear and peek at the mirror. The image reflected back to me is obscene. Tamayo’s fingers play with my nipple under my bra while her other hand creeps up my chest, to my neck, and takes hold of my jaw to turn my head fully. I can’t hide, can’t close my legs, can’t look anywhere else but at myself as Tamayo plays my body like a cello, plucking all the right strings to create a symphony.

The first notes are the soft huffs leaving my mouth with each snap. She pulls on my nipple, and my back arches. My pussyglistens in the bright lights of the training room as Tamayo bites down on my neck. I cry out.

A smear of her blood marks my throat when she pulls away. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark and half-lidded, as she speaks in my ear. “Keep your eyes open. If you look away, I stop fucking you.”

I nod my understanding.

“Good.” And then her hand on my neck is traveling down my body, over my breasts, across my navel, to my clit. She spreads my lips wide, revealing all of me. I shudder. She pulls on my nipple and pinches my clit at the same time. My jaw falls open.

“You keep surprising me, princess.” She speaks low in my ear. “I didn’t know this body was such a dangerous weapon. I should have.” She pats my clit once, twice. “That’s my mistake, hm?”

I want to say something clever, but it’s hard to form words when her fingers slip down the seam of me, almost slide inside.

“But here you are now, helpless in my arms,” she murmurs. “Letting me fuck you.”

“Tamayo,” I breathe.

“Yes, princess?” Her breath is hot on my ear.

I almost whimper again but swallow it down. “Please fuck me.”

She trails her hand from one breast to the other, leaving the first uncovered and puckered against the cool air. “I will.”

A pout pulls at my lips. “Please, now.”

She smacks my nipple then pulls it harshly. I groan, arching with the rough treatment. Tamayo shakes her head. “Not quite pliant, yet, are you?”

“Please,” I beg.

She swipes her fingers up my pussy, up my body, and into my mouth. “Quiet.”

My tongue swirls around her fingers, the taste of myself on her skin making me hum deep in my throat. She presses down, and my jaw hangs open as drool gathers in my mouth. It seeps out the corners, dripping down my chin.

“Look at you,” she says. Her hand leaves my breasts, my nipples hard and aching, to skim my inner thigh up to my knee. She tugs my leg wider. “Drooling for me to fuck you.”

I try to beg, but it comes out garbled with her fingers in my mouth, my tongue pinned down.

“Hm?” She scrapes her teeth over my neck, my ear. “I can’t understand you, princess.” But she doesn’t remove her hand to let me speak.

I press back against her, begging with my body.

Her fingers trace unmarked paths up my leg, toward my cunt. I roll my hips again, and she smacks my sensitive inner thigh. “I said I’m gonna fuck you pliant. The more demands you make, the longer you wait.”

I fall back with a whimper. I’m too keyed up, my skin too tight, the room too hot and too cold at the same time. All I can think about is the ache between my thighs, the emptiness of my pussy as it clenches around nothing. Goosebumps litter my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to take in the scene before me without need throbbing acutely through my entire body.

She pulls her hand out of my mouth and squeezes my chin, wet fingers digging into the hollows of my cheeks. “Open your eyes.”

I do.

“I told you to watch,” she admonishes.

“Please,” I whine.

“Please what?”

“Please,” I breathe, “fuck me.Please.”