Serpent's Deceit (Entry 002)

 

Warning: Explicit Scenes (Sex, Abuse, drugs, etc)

The door slams behind me but the sound feels like it is coming from out of the world. Because we are too busy in our own bubbles. We as in me and my human that I’ve bailed out from his punishment.

After leaving the school we have come straight to his house. We have hurried, well, it is mainly me who has done it because if I don't, he will start making out with me in the middle of the road. And if it starts, there is no ending until we both reach our climaxes. I am no exhibitionist and so I prefer doing the deeds behind closed doors where there are only two of us.

His house is on the bad side of the town where all sorts of crimes happen on a daily basis. Should I be here? No, but as long as Dax is with me, it is no big deal. Besides, we are both too heated to think about anything else.

The moment we cross the front door, Dax’s lips crash onto mine. One moment of hesitation as I’m not prepared. Then I find my tempo with him. The kiss isn’t obviously soft and slow and sweet. We are both hungry, even if he has been expressive, I have been hiding it earlier. Now that we get a taste of the thing we are waiting for, both of us are obviously busy devouring.

It pretty much instantly turns from lips to tongues. When it does, when our tongues wrap around each other and start a fierce dance practice, he backs me to the door and presses his body against mine. I hear a soft click behind me meaning he has turned the latch. His speed doesn’t falter. He then brings his hands to the sides of my thighs and presses. When I don’t take the hint, he groans, separating his mouth from mine and frowning as if it’s physically hurting him that he has to pause kissing me. 

“Jump,” he orders, the sound so close to growling and I melt. I am pretty submissive when it comes to situations like this. Well, I actually love to be submissive and my partner needs to be dominant. Dax plays the role just fine. Well, fine would be an insult, he actually plays it perfectly. 

I gaze into his glazed eyes, the greenish shade turning into a shade so dark that it resembles the colour of a forest before a storm. The desire and hunger are crystal clear in his eyes. His groin pressing against my abdomen is another proof of exactly what he is feeling. 

I have a horrible urge not to listen to his order and see just how far he would go to make me listen. I can see it in his eyes that his patience is running thin and I have a clear idea of how he behaves in bed when he is angry. 

There's a dangerous glint in his gaze. He brings one of his hands up and grabs my throat. Not exactly squeezing but it brings a smile to my face. He notices it. The slow smirk on his lips is a sign that he knows what I want.

“Jump, your highness. Or should I make you do that?”

I keep my mouth shut and stare up at him through my lashes giving him the best puppy eyes I can master. His smirk widens as he crouches down before me. Before I get to process what he is doing, I'm thrown over his shoulder.

“Uff, Dax. What—”

Smack!

I feel the sudden sting on my left buttcheek. Shamefully it requires a moment for me to realize that he has spanked me. I open my mouth again but he beats me to it. “I need you to keep your mouth shut before I shove something in there.”

My inside clenches and I feel dampness between my legs as I bob slightly with his steps. Like the good girl I am, I do not dare open my mouth again. One of his hands is wrapped around the back of my knees and the other one is on my ass as he walks towards his bedroom. With each of his steps, my anticipation rises. This definitely is not our first time but each time it is better than the previous one. That is what keeps us both looking forward to the next time.

I hear the familiar creaking sound of his bedroom door opening. A couple of steps later, I am thrown on the bed. He grips my chin forcing me to look him in the eye. His room is in that part of the house where sunlight does not penetrate easily. So, it mostly remains clad in darkness even in daytime. His eyes seem to glow in the half-light, half-dark atmosphere.

“You are being a naughty girl. Looks like it's time I teach you another lesson.” The velvety depth of his tone makes me want to do unspeakable things.

“Oh God, yes, yes. Please,” I whimper pathetically watching as his fingers move to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, putting on a show as he obviously can see me watching the action with lust-filled eyes. I hear the soft clunk of the metal and he pulls the leather free through the loops. 

“Should I make you beg for it?” He asks in amusement, his breath on my ear and the side of my face as he pulls my hands above my head and binds them with the belt. There is no protest, no resistance, nothing from my side. If anything, I arch my back to make my body touch his as he is hovering over me but not quite touching. He notices that and moves his hands with a chuckle. I pull my hands down to check. Well, he has bound them to the headrest. They won't come out that easily.

His fingers come down to grip my chin and tilt my head up a little. “Very eager now, aren't we?” 

Before I get a word out, his lips come down on mine. I assume that it is gonna be just a peak but he has planned otherwise. It's a full-blown open-mouthed devouring activity again. As his tongue slips in, I accidentally bite down on it. Well, it might not actually be accidental as I randomly have this urge and act on it.

He immediately moves away hissing in pain. When he sees the look on my face, he gets that it is intentional. And the next thing I feel is his palm connecting with my cheek in a sharp slap, the sound loud enough to echo in the room. I bite on my lips to prevent a satisfied grin as the sting blossoms across my skin. There is no outrage in his eyes, no hesitation. Just that flicker of dark amusement which I am pretty sure is reflecting in my eyes as well. He knows what he is doing, so do I.

His hand slides up and grabs my jaw fingertips brushing the lobe of my ear and the side of my neck. Applying pressure he pulls until my head is up from the bed and we are breathing the same air. His eyes burn with desire as he hisses at me, “You really don't know how to behave it seems, your highness.”

That line does something to me. I feel the wetness in my panties increasing with it. A pathetic moan leaves my mouth that he gobbles it up with another kiss. This one is similar to the one on the front door, if not more urgent and rough. He is bruising me and marking me, it seems. I will be left with swollen lips after this. Tongues and teeth and saliva and lips, all of them are a drunk mess. I’m losing track and gaining consciousness at the same time.

In the moment of bliss, I feel his hand sliding down my chest, fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I’m not wearing a bra today. He gets it when the buttons are undone and he slips his hand inside. I squirm instinctively, making him smile against my lips. He squeezes to which I make a sound muffled by his endless kisses.

“Where is your bra, I wonder?” he whispers against my neck as his kisses travel downwards, my collarbones, my chest, my belly. He reaches the waistline of my pants. 

After his lips touch my navel, I feel a shift in him. My eyes have been closed. I open them to find him sitting straight and staring at me with a dark look, not the lust-filled one he has had until now. It's something else.

“Dax?” I call him even though he is literally staring at me because I feel like he is slipping away. Carefully, I ask him, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” He grumbles, getting up instantly and turning his back to me. Obviously, it is not nothing.

“Dax, untie me. What's wrong?” I desperately tug on the belt. It won't come off. He has given a really good knot there. On the other hand, he is slipping away from me more. I hear him cursing in whispers as he stands and stumbles forward a few steps as if he is losing control over himself. 

“Dax, come here. What—” I call him back trying to get a grip about what is going on when he snaps at me. “Will you shut the fuck up for God’s sake?”

I feel tears building up in my eyes. Frustration fills up my chest making it hard to breathe. He won’t even turn to me and I can’t untie the belt either no matter how hard I’m tugging. I have never felt more frustrated and helpless in my life.

“I won’t be able to help you if you don’t untie me, Dax,” I beg him like a hopeless pathetic stray cat. That makes him turn to me finally. A gasp automatically leaves my mouth when I see him.

His face is inhumanely red, eyes distant and pupils dilated as if there is a storm going on inside him. Sweat is glistening at his temple. His chest is heaving up and down with his fast and shallow breathing, like he is suffocating. His eyes are heavily unfocused when he stares at me and his next words actually make me scared. “Maybe I don’t want you to help me.”

His condition worsens before I get a word out. He falls to the ground with a thud gripping his head as if it is killing him. He further presses himself against the wall closest to him curling up on himself. His body starts convulsing.

“Dax, please…….” Another pathetic whimper from me because I can not do anything else now. I keep pulling. If it gives in or even if the headrest of the bed breaks and comes into my hand in the process, it will be the best thing at this moment. Oh, God, please, help me and help him. Please, help us.

I hear the snap first, followed by my hands loosening with the belt. I have to physically bring them before my eyes to make sure that they are actually untied. I have cut my wrists in the process, blood circling them like bracelets but now is not the time to focus on that. 

I scramble down from the bed, somehow taking the sheets with me. The sound makes him pull his head up. He immediately backs away, seeing me free though there is no space behind him. 

“No, don’t come near me. Go away. I—I’m not safe now.” It is he who whimpers this time, pressing himself against the wall with a hand gripping his head in pain and the other extended towards me to make me stop. He is like a deer caught in the headlights.

I drop to my knees before him. As I grab the extended hand, he tries to pull it back. Gripping it tightly with both hands, I tell him as gently as I can, “You need help, Dax. And I’m not leaving until you let me help you.”

Surprisingly, he gives in. A strangled sob leaves his throat, and he crumples forward, his face landing in my lap. His voice comes out weak and muffled. “It’s withdrawal. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Suddenly everything starts making sense. I’ve already had this doubt but the confession from him just makes me still. I have never wanted to see him like this either. He is an addict. I already knew it before I started seeing him. But I have never seen him with any drugs related stuff. Maybe he hides them from me but they are always there. And it has been better that way. It creates an illusion that maybe he is fine and we can be happy together.

“Where is it?” I ask, sounding a little more rude than I intend. I have removed my hands from him too. If I speak gently or even touch him, I'm afraid I might break. 

He knows what I'm talking about. Without hesitation, he replies, “Kitchen. Second cabinet from the left.”

I hold his head softly and pull my legs out from underneath. Then I put his head back on the floor. He curls up again, still shivering like a frightened kitten. Is he cold? Should I cover him with something?

I look around and find the sheets on the floor. Pulling them up, I throw them over him before making my way to his kitchen.

The supply is not that hard to find. His cabinets are basically empty. There is a brown packet inside the said cabinet. I pull it down and open it. There is a vial-like thing inside. I do not dare touch it. Closing the packet, I walk back to the room.

“Here,” I say, dropping the packet before him and walking over to the other side of the bed. Taking a seat there, I glance out of the window. He doesn't want me to see and I don't want to do that either. The rustling sound behind me indicates that he is ……. doing whatever he needs to do. There is a grunting sound that I have to endure clenching my teeth. Seconds after, I feel the bed heaving with weight behind me.

The ritual is done. Taking a deep breath, I turn my head and find him lying face down on the bed. Getting up, I walk over to where his head is. He seems to have fallen asleep, heavy and sound breathing is coming out of him.

I ruffle his hair and place a soft kiss on his head. Then I make my way to the front door, taking my bag on the way. I have nothing else to do here and I am going home.