Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 92: In Her Eyes, I Reign

Chapter 92: In Her Eyes, I Reign

-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: Favorite by Isabel LaRosa)

"You wore these for me," I mused, tracing slow circles over her hip. "You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?"

Glyndon’s breath was ragged now, her body completely pliant under my touch. "Yes," she admitted.

I gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me, letting her feel just how much I was enjoying this.

"You’re mine," I murmured, my voice dark and possessive. "Say it."

She let out a soft, breathy moan, her nails digging into me. "I’m yours," she whispered.

A wicked smile spread across my lips.

"Good girl. Now get back on your knees."

Glyndon let out a shaky breath, her body melting against me, her chin is now resting on my thigh as she looked up with those dazed, back to kneeling in front of me and between my legs, her pleading eyes staring up at me.

She was completely at my mercy, waiting, wanting, desperate for whatever I would give her.

I traced my fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up slightly, forcing her to hold my gaze. Her lips parted, her breathing uneven, her pupils blown wide with need.

"Do you even know what you are asking for?" I murmured, my thumb brushing over her lower lip.

She swallowed hard, nodding without hesitation. "Yes," she whispered. "I want to be yours. I want you to own me, control me—I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Kathrine. I’ll do anything. Just ask."

A slow smirk curled my lips. I tugged on the leash, and she gasped, her body tensing for a split second before she relaxed into it, surrendering completely.

"That’s a big promise, baby," I mused. "Are you sure you can keep it?"

Glyndon shivered, her fingers gripping the edge of my robe. "Yes," she whispered again. "Anything. Just—just don’t stop looking at me like that. Just don’t leave me, don’t ignore me. Stay with me. Own me."

Like she was mine.

Like I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she’d thank me for it.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against her ear. "Then prove it."

She shuddered, her breath hitching. "H-how?"

I exhaled slowly, enjoying the way she trembled under my touch.

"Take off the bra," I ordered, my voice soft but firm. "Now."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she obeyed without question, reaching behind her to unclasp the delicate lace.

She let the straps slide down her shoulders, hesitating for just a moment before letting it fall away completely.

I dragged my gaze over her slowly, deliberately, making sure she felt every second of it.

Her perfectly tear-drop-shaped tits hang free.

"Beautiful," I murmured, and Glyndon bit her lip, her hands twitching like she wanted to cover herself but was holding back.

"Hands behind your back," I commanded. "No hiding."

She did as I said, lacing her fingers together behind her, her posture straightening, her chest rising and falling as she waited for my next move.

I reached out, tracing the curve of her collarbone, watching the way she shivered under my touch.

"You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?" I mused, my fingers trailing lower, teasing, not quite giving her what she wanted.

"Yes," she breathed, arching into my touch.

"Say it."

"I’ve been waiting for you," she admitted, her voice shaky. "For so long."

A satisfied smile curved my lips. I leaned in, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.

"Good girl," I murmured. "Let’s see how well you obey."

I pulled the leash again, just enough to make her gasp, just enough to remind her who was in control.

And from the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way she exhaled a soft, needy whimper, I knew—she wanted this just as badly as I did.

I tightened my grip on the leash, giving it another slow, deliberate tug, just enough to make Glyndon shift forward on her knees. She let out the softest gasp, her breath trembling as she adjusted her position, her hands still locked behind her back like I’d told her.

"Look at you," I murmured, tilting my head as I traced my fingers along her jaw again. "All dressed up for me, waiting to be told what to do. Is this what you wanted, Glyndon? To be on your knees, wearing my collar, waiting for me to take control?"

She nodded, her eyes hazy, her lips slightly parted.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she whispered. "I—I wanted this. I wanted you to own me."

A slow smirk curled my lips. "Own you?" I repeated, watching the way she shivered at my tone.

"Yes," she said again, her voice stronger this time. "I want to be yours, Kathrine. Only yours."

I hummed, dragging my fingers down her throat, feeling the way her pulse pounded beneath my touch. "You say that now," I mused, "but do you understand what that means?"

Glyndon swallowed hard, but she held my gaze, unwavering. "I do," she murmured. "And I want it."

I tugged on the leash again, pulling her closer, and she let out the softest whimper, her body instinctively following my lead. The sound sent a thrill through me, a rush of satisfaction that I couldn’t ignore.

"You are so eager for this, for me," I murmured, brushing my thumb against her lower lip. "It’s cute."

Her breath hitched. "Only for you."

That answer pleased me. I leaned in, my lips barely grazing her ear. "Good girl."

She shuddered, a quiet, shaky exhale leaving her lips, and I felt her tremble against me.

I let the silence stretch between us, savoring the way she waited, tense and desperate, for whatever I would do next.

Then, without warning, I reached down, grabbing her chin between my fingers and tilting her face up toward mine.

"You wanted to prove yourself," I said slowly. "Now’s your chance."

Her lips parted, her eyes flickering with anticipation.

"Tell me," I continued, my voice dropping lower, more commanding. "How long have you wanted this?"

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "A long time."

"How long?"

"Since... since the first time you touched me in the showers," she admitted, her cheeks flushing deeper. "Maybe even before that."

A slow smirk curved my lips. "And you still tried to run?"

"I was scared," she whispered. "Scared of wanting you. Scared of what it meant."

I traced my fingers along her throat, my nails grazing over her collarbone. "And now?"

"Now..." She exhaled, her voice unsteady. "Now, I don’t care anymore. I just want you."

I let that sink in for a moment, watching the way her body practically vibrated with tension, with need, with the sheer desperation to prove herself to me.

Then, slowly, I leaned down, pressing my lips against the hollow of her throat, right where her pulse pounded the hardest.

"Show me," I murmured.

Glyndon’s breath hitched, her entire body going still for a split second—before she obeyed.

Glyndon was still on her knees, still watching me with that desperate, pleading look—like I held the entire world in my hands and she was just waiting for me to decide what to do with it.

But it wasn’t enough. Words weren’t enough. She said she wanted to prove herself, to show me that she meant it, but I wasn’t the type to just take someone’s word for it.

Just because she dropped to her knees for me and begged for me to own her and do whatever I wanted to her, was not enough.

I let the leash slide through my fingers, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted slightly as if she was holding back another plea.

My fingers brushed over the leather collar around her throat, the one she had given me to put on her. My mark on her. The sight of it filled me with satisfaction I wasn’t sure I wanted to analyze it too closely.

I leaned forward, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "You think just kneeling here and saying the right words is enough?" I murmured.

Glyndon swallowed, but she didn’t look away. "Tell me what to do."

I scoffed, gripping her chin a little tighter. "That’s not how this works. If you want to prove yourself, you figure it out. Show me."

For a moment, she hesitated, uncertainty flashing in her eyes, but then something shifted.

Slowly, she lifted her hands, sliding them up my legs, her touch tentative at first, as if waiting for me to stop her. I didn’t.

I let her feel the weight of my gaze, let her squirm under the intensity of it, let her work for whatever she was trying to earn.

"You’re nervous," I observed, watching the way her fingers trembled slightly.

She nodded. "Because this matters."

I hummed, letting that answer settle between us. I liked that she was taking it seriously. That she wasn’t treating this like a game or a fleeting moment.

Glyndon exhaled slowly, as if centering herself, then straightened her spine, her hands growing bolder as she smoothed them up my thighs.

Her expression changed—not just submission, but determination. Like she was going to prove that she belonged here, that this wasn’t just some impulsive decision.

"Good girl," I murmured, and the way she shivered at those words sent a thrill through me.

She looked up at me, lips slightly parted, pupils blown wide. "I like it when you say that."

I smirked. "I know."

And I was going to make her earn it.

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