His Serpent's Kiss
I spat the water I’d gargled into the bathroom sink, feeling the droplets of water cool my face.
A glance at the mirror in front of me told me everything; I looked exhausted, but more than that I looked as ashamed as I felt.
Like a dog called to heel.
Thinking of those brief periods when I had been on my knees in the study, letting Nero do whatever he wanted, even enjoying a little of it - the way tingles ran down my spine when his fingernails scratched at my scalp teasingly, his grip on the back of my neck as he thrusted, or that strange stirring I felt when he called me his pet—