The Dragon Lover

by Maialen Alonso

  Jack sat down calmly and suddenly. Smack. She felt a hard slap on her ass.

  “I’ve waited a long time for this Jessica and I’m going to make you give me everything,” He warned her lowering her pajama pants. “I like seeing that you’re enjoying this.” He ran a finger over her sex and the white cloth of her underwear stuck to her growing wetness.

  A moan came flying out of her pink lips when his finger began to move slowly. Causing a fierce hunger inside that she’d never felt before. The sex that she knew was boring and monotonous and couldn’t understand how something so small drove her crazy. Maybe it was because she was bound, in that position, with him pressing against her ass.

  “Respond. Are you going to give me everything?” He pressed against her and it caused a spasm inside of her.

  “Yes…” She whispered concentrating on the movement of his finger.

  “Yes, what?” He pinched the most sensitive part of her body and instantly felt the pussy that he had wanted to devour for over a year swell up.

  “Sir…yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” Jake laughed. It was the first time she heard him laugh and was sure he smiled. She would have liked to have seen it.

  She hunched in for a moment when she felt the wet cloth of her underwear peel away from her pussy. She was completely embarrassed and exposed, but feeling dirty had never felt so marvelous.

  “Juicy and surely delicious. I’m going to eat that pretty, swollen pussy. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, sir,” Her response showed her need. “Please.”

  “That deserves a reward, sweetheart.”

  Soon she felt another wetness sticking to her licking every nook and crevice with dedication. His tongue was so agile that in a few seconds she felt herself come intensely. Her stomach contracted and in that position she was only able to lift her ass up higher urging him to go faster. She was in heaven.

  “Don’t come yet,” He warned her moving away. “You’ll come when I tell you and of course when I fuck you. I waited too long for this to waste it, Jessica.”

  Once again his obscene words made her pant. She’d never been excited hearing someone telling her those types of things. In her current state she would do anything as long as he kept his word.

  Jessica felt him get up leaving her bound on the couch. She heard a few sounds that she couldn’t place and then felt him slap her pussy a few times before rubbing something on her. A heat started to rise and excite her more than she was. It was because of the lubricant that he had removed from the box. She was definitely going to explode.

  “I hope that you’re prepared.”

  Jessica shouted when he pushed inside of her without warning all the way to the hilt.

  Heavens he was huge.

  He retreated and entered her once again increasing his speed with each second that passed by. It made Jessica unable to catch her breath or swallow her saliva and fall against the couch cushions.

  He grunted at her back like a beast while he inserted his erect cock only to remove it once again. He slapped her ass several times and instead of causing pain it only excited her. When she was about to climax he held her hips still, staying inside of her. He removed a hand from her ass and with the other opened her up. Suddenly she felt a strong pressure there.

  Now she knew why he had sent the dildo and she was going to be split apart in two. The pressure from both areas and the soft vibration caused Jessica’s arms to shake damaging her cuffed wrists, but nothing mattered in that moment except pleasure.

  “Come,” He ordered.

  Her interior convulsed while he was inside her imprisoned by the walls that seemed to be made just for him.

  It was the best moment of his life.

  He withdrew from Jessica as she continued to enjoy the last spasms from the encounter, but Jake still hadn’t finished and let himself fall on the couch and grabbing hold of her pulled her seating her on top of his muscular legs. He caressed her hair and observed her lustful expression.

  “I had planned on going slower, but your tits have been driving me crazy since you wore that green dress at the Christmas party, but when I saw you I got hard,” he whispered, confessing in her ear. “If I didn’t fuck you I was going to faint.”

  “This is very strange…” she murmured confused. That party was when they had met for the first time.

  “That day I knew you were going to be mine,” He replied caressing her wet pussy. “I saw you a month ago at the bookstore buying a BDSM novel. I never thought that such an angelic girl had such a dark secret that I shared. My fears went away and now…” He stopped when Jessica moaned at the finger caressing her clitoris. “Begins your training, I’m warning you that you’re going to spend the weekend up in my small dungeon basement. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, master,” Jessica moaned coming once more.

  How could she not be ready? It was impossible to tell how many times she had touched herself after seeing him in his official police uniform. She would give him her life if necessary and spending the weekend in his dungeon didn’t seem so bad. She realized her dark desires were growing and they would continue to grow with each act that Jake would show her.

  Sneak Peek

  Keep reading to read and an excerpt from Perverse Demons an anthology from author Maialen Alonso that includes the bonus story Sweet Punishment.

  Perverse Demons

  By Maialen Alonso

  1. Pleasing Gluttony

  The dawn was cloudy and warned of thunderstorms. From the second floor window, a girl looked outside spellbound while eating breakfast, observing the surrounding mountains with dreamy eyes, imagining things that were impossible for someone in her social position.

  “For god’s sake, girl.” She heard when the door opened. “If your mother comes here and she sees you eating, she’ll be furious.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” She answered without looking, as she knew who it was. “She never comes here. You know that, Helen.”

  She laughed while the maid began making the bed. She wasn’t worried. If her mother entered her room and saw her eating, as always she was would start yelling at her for eating, but, why not? Dulce enjoyed eating. She played with her short brown hair while yawning.

  She gave Helen a hug from behind, Helen was the closest thing to a family that she had. Being a rich girl was not as people thought, relationships were minimal, and she had always had stronger ties with the employees than with her parents, the main reason was the time she spent with them, they had practically raised her.

  She took a shower and dressed in a casual and comfortable manner just as she always did. Dressing in a large sweatshirt and jeans. On leaving her room, she met the accusatory gaze of her mother, a perfect woman that at forty-years-old was still able to become the object of desire of any man. Dulce saw the slight tic in her right eye, and knew she was in bad mood.

  “Were you pigging out?” Her mother crossed her arms and lifted her chin. “You’re going to turn into a cow. You are the shame of the family...

  And so began the Sunday lectures. Next, she would tell her that no man would want to marry her, and of course, she wouldn’t marry someone rich. And that everyone would laugh at the family… for the simple fact of not weighing 110 pounds instead of 132 pounds. Which Dulce thought was a perfect weight. Having a mother who used to be a model didn’t help at all, she was obsessed with anything that affected her appearance, and to know that her daughter didn’t care about such things angered her.

  That day she was tenser and nerve wracking than usual, and with a smart move, she managed to slip away and go down to the first floor running to enter the kitchen and warn Mary.

  “Girl, do not do that.” Laughed the stocky dark-skinned woman. “Have you already had breakfast?

  “No.”

  She grabbed a couple of freshly made pastries and we
nt through the gate of the service road to the garden. Turned and continued moving to the rear of the mansion, near a cemetery that held the remains of their ancestors. It was a beautiful and gloomy place; a few years ago, she had found a statue that amazed her, because it seemed so real like it was looking at her.

  It was of a young man, a few years older than she was. He had his hair combed backwards and many times, she had imagined what hair color it would have been. His gaze was stony and his smile was full of mystery and mischief.

  She spent more time there than any other place and usually told that perfect image of an angel her sorrow and feelings. She had no real friends as she didn’t fit in with any of the social circles that she had access to, girls her own age, that were daughters of important people. They tended to laugh at her because she didn’t care about brand names, money, or fame.

  Dulce was convinced that high society was completely rotten and she wanted no part of it, but as the daughter of millionaires and the famous, she had obligations. Most of which she managed to avoid.

  She sat at the foot of the statue that always made her feel better. She ate the two pastries while she told the statue all about today’s fight with her mother. After three hours, it started raining and to her misfortune, she had to return home.

  “Is father here?” She asked on entering the dining room. Her mother already seated at the table.

  “Do you see him?” Her mother placed her fork on the plate and sighed. “He had to go to work today.”

  She wasn’t sure but, Dulce noticed that her mother was more bad tempered than usual, so she decided to stay silent and eat the vegetables that were surely ordered just for her. She rose to leave when she finished, saying goodbye in the most polite way, so as not to anger her further. While going to her room she decided she would take a short nap.

  “Girl, wake up.”

  “Helen?” She rubbed her tired eyes and looked at Helen. “What’s wrong?”

  Helen seemed nervous and anxious. This was new behavior. After eighteen years together Dulce had never seen her act in such a manner. She was the most calm and even-tempered person on the planet. Those standing near her were filled with a sense of peace that would calm the most anxious person.

  “Quick, get up.” Her voice trembled. “We have to hurry…”

  She got up and saw the seventy-year-old woman toss any clothing she found throughout the room in a black bag. Dulce asked her questions but the woman only whispered gibberish and told her to hurry and get ready.

  “Wait.” She asked, while handing her the bag and leaving the room.

  Night was falling, and Dulce’s fear was increasing by the moment. To see Helen acting like this wasn’t normal, it alerted her that something bad was happening. Before she could think more on subject, Helen returned grabbed her wrist, and pulled her from the room.

  “Don’t speak, not one word.” She whispered near her ear. “It’s very important that you do what I say, little one.”

  Dulce nodded her head in shock while Helen dragged her down the stairs. It surprised Dulce that the house was dark.

  They heard voices when they reached the first floor. She turned her head and saw that the French doors of the main living room were semi opened letting the voices out, and she could see the room brightly lit from far way. There seemed to bit many people talking in such a way that it was heard to make out what they were saying.

  Helen stopped running and walked slowly, taking care with the wooden floor. Dulce saw how she reached for the doorknob, her hand trembling … turned it towards the right and a small “click” sounded that silenced the soft and incomprehensible voices that were four meters away from them.

  “My God...” The old woman whispered.

  “What do you think you are doing, old woman?” A hood covered the figure, but Dulce could tell it was her mother’s voice.

  The doors were now completely open and she could see many figures inside the room.

  “What’s happening, mother?” She was starting to get nervous. Seeing everyone dressed similarly was very sinister.

  Her mother didn’t respond, but lifted her head enough that the light illuminated her face; she had a macabre smile on her face. She lifted a hand and several people rushed towards them. Everything happened fast, she felt the floor as she hit it, and heard loud screams reverberate on the walls, Helen’s screams.

  “Mother, what?” Sound refused to come out of her mouth as she watched them knife to death the woman who raised her less than a meter away.

  “Useless, old woman.” She approached her slowly. “Pick her up, it is necessary to begin the ritual as soon as possible, we will not have many other opportunities like today.

  Her body trembled as tears fell from her eyes. Dulce let herself be dragged towards the stairs the led to the basement. It had always been locked and she had never been able to enter it. They dragged her inside and she felt her body be hit and scratched by some badly placed nails.

  “What’s happening?” She shouted as she was thrown against the hard stone floor.

  It was dark, but after a few minutes, all the torches on the walls were lit. One by one, they let Dulce see what was held inside that forbidden place. There were strange symbols and stone statues everywhere. While in the middle of the room was an altar, the crowning touch was a statue, the same statue that she told everything. Her mind worked quickly and came up with one conclusion. They were some kind of sick satanic cult.

  “Are you sure about this?” She heard her father ask. “There is no going back. It’s been generations since this ritual has been performed.

  “Silence!” She pushed him aside and pushed the hood off her face. “You’ve spent days whining that we are going broke. Beleth is the only one who can help us.”

  “Mother?”

  “You’re just as stupid as your father.” Her mother whispered while looking at her. “The only good thing is that you are such a bloody glutton. I hope that doesn’t bother him. Let’s begin!”

  Three of the people dragged her to the strange altar and she saw then what they were going to do. They were going to sacrifice her.

  “Please.” She yelled when they tied her hands. “Why are you doing this?”

  “It has become clear that we are not going to marry you off with someone.” She stood over her without any emotion showing on her face. “At least you are useful for this, to save your family.”

  “Family?” They weren’t family. A family didn’t do these kinds of things.

  Before she knew it, the people had arranged themselves in a circle surrounding her and had begun a strange chanting that she couldn’t comprehend. They held each other’s hands and swayed from side to side as if they were crazy.

  Her mother stood near her head, and continued to look at her while smiling; she reached inside the black cape that she wore.

  “God, no! Please.” Dulce screamed when she saw the knife that she held.

  “Listen to our call Beleth.” Her mother chanted. “Listen to us, we offer you a life, pure and clean, in exchange for our desires.”

  She continued, but Dulce couldn’t hear more, didn’t want to hear more. They were going to kill her because they were going broke. Was money that important to them? Did they really believe they could call forth a demon?

  It started to get cold, and her body trembled both from fear and the cold and then she saw the knife fall and stab her in the chest. She swallowed a scream in shock over what was happening. She couldn’t believe this was real.

  Yum, yum… the voice was heard on a sudden breeze.

  “Beleth?” If she had not seen her mother’s lips move when she called out she would have never imagined that frightened voice to be hers. “My lord...”

  She continued to say something, but Dulce was much too occupied in finding out what did not hurt, like realizing that the knife sticking horribly
out of her chest didn’t seem to hurt.

  “So much time wasted waiting for a call,” A sweet voice came towards her, but she couldn’t see who it belonged to.

  “We are sorry…” The phrase was repeated by different voices.

  “Forgive our ego...” It was her mother. “We didn’t want to bother you.”

  “Lies,” The voice changed suddenly. “You only call me when you need something… it’s been like that for centuries. Truthfully, I thought about not coming, but this time there is something that interests me.

  Dulce swallowed a scream when she felt something touch her ankle. It was a hand that gently caressed her skin upwards.

  “Our desire,” Her mother murmured while on her knees.

  “Desire? There is no desire but mine.”

  A hoarse and crazy laugh broke the silence. It made her nervous not being able to see, she tried fighting against the restraints that held her, but then something dark fell over her. A garment or piece of clothing covered her. The object gave off a sweet smell that was not annoying in the least. It caused her to feel as if she were in a field full of flowers that dazed her, and caused her to feel sleepy. While she tried to resist this feeling, she heard a wave of desperate screams, but all she felt was indifference.

  Everything stopped in two minutes, now all that could be heard, was the dripping of some thick liquid. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more, the strange silence or the horrible screams of a few moments ago. The only thing that was clear was that she couldn’t think clearly, like something was wrong with her head.

  She heard the sinister laugh once more, just as the covering was removed from her eyes, letting her eyes see once more. However, her vision was blurry from the confusion.

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