Page 85 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
My lungs reflexively inhale, making me realize I haven’t even been breathing; that this woman literally stole my breath.
My dick twitches as her pointed nail grazes one of my nipples. She draws a straight line down that whispers against my abdomen.
“You deserve to have someone you can relinquish control to. Someone you can be vulnerable with. Someone to praise you and punish you accordingly.”
I roughly exhale when she reaches the space just below my navel, dragging the pad of her finger further...
Down, down, down...
Past my dick, and all the way to my taint.
The action makes me suck in another breath, abs contracting, ass clenching, just as the digit traces back up my balls to my frenulum.
Her gaze flicks back to mine, offering me a soft smile that I’m pretty sure I’d throw myself off a cliff for if it meant I’d find her waiting for me at the bottom.
“Would you like that, pet? With me?”
Little alarms go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but when her finger caresses the crown of my dick before sweeping up the dribbling pre-cum, all my thoughts evaporate, and my hips give a mindless thrust.
I watch, utterly riveted, as Violette brings the now-glistening finger to her mouth and wraps her tongue around it. Her eyes briefly slip shut as she gives a husky hum of pleasure.“Delicious.”
My lips part, and a fraction of a groan escapes me.
I’m fucking done for.
Before my mind even has a chance to process what I’m agreeing to, I find a resounding and determinedyesslipping past my lips.
She quirks an expectant brow at me.
“More than anything.”
“You realize this requires your submission to me, or you will face punishment.”
I’ve only ever read a little about Dom/sub dynamics, so I’m not entirely sure of everything that entails, but if it means I get to have this woman dominate, punish, and praise me... I can’t think of much I wouldn’t endure.
“Yes, ma’am.”
A hint of that malevolent glee returns to her glittering lilac gaze, and my heart trills in anticipation. Just as I finally manageto internally reprimand the recalcitrant, thundering organ—recall every vow I made to myself that I wouldneverlose myself to love or put my future in the hands of a woman—Violette utters words I never knew I wanted to hear.
“There’s my good boy.”
Oh my fucking god.
“Shall I reward you, pet?”
My muscles flex against the binds as my hips give an involuntary thrust, and I don’t miss the way her eyes devour the sight. It makes my heart thump all the harder.
“Please..."
I’m so fucked.
She gives me a pleased smile, humming thoughtfully before she leans forward, takes my jaw in her hands, and makes her first command.
“Open.”
Despite my mental confusion because no one has dared to utter this word to me, my body has zero qualms and knows exactly what to do. My mouth pops open, and she leans closer still, reducing the distance between us until only a finger’s length separates our mouths. Sucking on her cheeks, she draws upon her saliva and allows a ball of spit to drop from her mouth to mine.
Before I can so much asthinkthe words,what in the role-reversal fuck,I’ve already greedily swallowed it as my mind distantly reels over my current set of circumstances, and the fact that somehow—in a matter of minutes—this woman has made me her bitch.
