Part 2My Serpentine Boyfriend

After Benjamin left, it was just me and the little snake.

Aside from the constant, insistent rubbing of its tail against my skin, it was surprisingly well-behaved.

“Why do you keep doing that…?” I murmured to myself.

The snake just stared.

But then, a sentence materialized out of thin air:

[Because he’s trying to train you.]

???

Train me for what?

Then, another comment appeared: [Sweetie, I dare you to touch the spot where it’s rubbing you. You might get a little surprise.]

What was that supposed to mean? My curiosity won out. I gently brushed the pad of my finger against the serpent’s tail.

At that exact moment—

In Benjamin’s room.

“Ngh…”

The curtains were drawn tight. He was on the floor, leaning back against his bed, his shirt hanging wide open, the clothes on his lower half in a state of disarray.

“Fuck.”

The blush on his face was deep, his breathing growing heavier.

“Aren’t you supposed to be afraid of snakes?” he growled to the empty room. “What the hell are you touching…?”

Touching it, sure.

But not even doing it right.