“What happens if I say no?”
His dragon roared, ready to burst out of his skin, but Duncan was in control right now, his human side automatically responding to the trembling woman in front of him. She was under his protection as a man, her Dom, and her boss, and he needed her consent. Not forced on her in the heat of the moment, not coerced by his dragon, but because she too wanted and needed this.
“Then this all stops right now.”
Kerry’s mouth opened in a silent O, and she shook her head.
“We can’t even, you know, play?”
That last word came out as a mere whisper, and Duncan bit back a groan.
“No, we can’t. I want you, wee one. I want to claim every inch of your skin, mark you with my teeth, claws, and fire until you know who you belong to, and I won’t stop until we’re mated. I can’t and I won’t do just sex. Not with you.”
Duncan reigned his volatile dragon in with some difficulty until the room wasn’t lit by his fire, and he was simply a man looking at his woman.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kerry bowed her head in submission, and his heart threatened to beat itself out of his chest.
“So be it. I’m green, Sir.”
* * * *
Sir’s sharp inhale soothed the butterflies dancing in her belly, and peace descended upon Kerry. She might well be a complete idiot to agree to any of this, but the thought of walking away from him hurt more than she would have thought possible.
She’d been the happiest she’d ever been since she walked into his shop all those weeks ago, and she knew him. As much as you ever knew anyone. She knew Duncan; the man was honorable as well as sexy as fuck, and while he shifted into a fire-breathing dragon—which should have scared her witless—he’d said earlier that he loved her. In this moment, sensing the sincerity behind his statement and the iron control he exerted not only over his dragon half but also his needs, she had no reason to disbelieve him. Besides, if the tight feeling in her chest and the churning in her stomach whenever he was near were any indication, she’d fallen head over heels, too.
His cock was a solid, long ridge pushing against the fly of his jeans, and her pussy clenched at the thought of his taking her there, let alone anywhere else. No doubt the sex would be mind-blowing, but she craved their emotional connection even more. Had she not felt drawn to him from the minute she’d seen him? That might well have been due to this fated-mates lark, but it wasn’t what made her stay. Not at any point had Duncan pushed her into anything. No, it had been her unable—or rather, unwilling—to leave him, and if she made the biggest mistake of her life by consenting now, then so be it. Kerry was done analyzing and doubting. She didn’t need to do any of this, not with her Sir in charge of this scene, of her. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her thoughts and let her submissive side take over. That deep-seated need that only her Sir could ease.
“That’s my wee lassie. You stay right there while I get a few more things.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped around her to rummage inside one of the drawers of the sideboard behind her, and then something soft trailed over her naked shoulders. The clink of metal on metal made her gasp, as did the rustle of foil.
“You won’t need condoms, Sir. I’m on the pill.” She blurted that out and held her breath when he didn’t reply straight away.
“Good to know, my sweet, but I wasn’t going to use any.” She gasped and he chuckled. “I can smell you’re not fertile right now, and I can’t pass on anything nasty, as shifters are immune to anything like that. The condom is for something else; you’ll see.”
The need to turn around to see what he was doing was almost too much to bear, but she would only earn herself more swats to her ass, and she got a distinct feeling that Duncan would make that hurt.
Strange how that thought didn’t scare her, just sent excitement fizzling through her veins.
His heat warmed her back seconds before he slid a silk blindfold over her eyes.
He chuckled at her surprised gasp while he tightened the thing behind her head with nimble fingers, then slipped his hands down to her shoulders.
“Give me a color, my sweet.”
“Green, Sir.” Her breath caught when he slid his hands lower along her arms until he could grasp her wrists. Warm leather replaced his hands, tightened, and then there was a tug when he clipped her restraints together. Kerry couldn’t help her gasp or her involuntary pull against the restraints, but they held firm.
“Don’t struggle. You’ll only hurt yourself.” His voice held that delicious edge of command that only served to make her wetter, as she anticipated his next move. He ran his fingers under each cuff, and seemingly satisfied, he murmured his approval.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
A hand on her shoulder, the lightest of touches to reassure her, and he moved again. Robbed of her vision, she felt her other senses kick in. The fine hair on her arms rose in response to the slight air displacement as he moved. She whipped her head around to the renewed clink of metal and jumped as something cool touched her nipples.
“Up you come, lass.”
She struggled to her feet, and Duncan pushed her backward until her ass rested on the cool leather of the spanking bench. She gasped in surprise when he closed his hot mouth around one of her nipples and sucked hard, while he pinched the other one between his thumb and forefinger. Pain morphed into pleasure when he switched his attention between the nubs. Every suck, pull, and bite sent stabs of arousal to her clit, making that bundle of nerves quiver while her nipples grew ever harder and Kerry whimpered her need. Sir took her right to that delicious edge, but before she could tumble over into the abyss of her building orgasm, he withdrew. The clink gave her a second’s warning before white-hot pain attacked her nipples. Kerry screamed and tried to pull away, but it was useless. With the bench at her back and her hands restrained, she had no means to stop him, to get away, as the pressure on her nipples increased until she was sure they were going to explode with the pain.
“No, please, it hurts…”
“Shh, I know, wee one. It will pass. Breathe and take this for your Sir. That’s a good girl, breathe…in…out…slowly with me…there you go.”
His deep voice in her ear as he held her, breathed with her, lessened the agony until only a dull ache remained. She jumped when he licked her jaw, then continued to kiss his way down her front to each breast. They grew heavier under his touch, the ache in her nipples giving way to the slow thud of arousal, which beat in tune with the heavy pulse between her legs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful with your tits clamped like this, my sweet wee lass. So very brave to take this for me.”
The approval in his voice made her feel ten feet tall. Oh, the deep, smoky, gravelly cadence of it could talk her into anything. She would take any amount of pain to hear the reverence in his voice. Lower he went, leaving a hot, wet trail of his saliva behind as he kissed and nibbled her skin, licked it as though she were the sweetest lollipop.
“All mine to do with as I please. I fucking love your body, wee one.”
There was no room for doubt in his statement, so Kerry simply gave herself up to the sensation of him working his way to her pussy. His breath grew more heated the closer he came to where she wanted him to touch her, a sure sign of his dragon half taking over. The rough texture of his beard scraped across her skin while he dug his fingers into her ample thighs to open her wider. The lick of his tongue across her clit took her breath away, and then he started to suck that little bundle in earnest.
Kerry jerked against her wrist cuffs, desperate to run her fingers through his long hair and clasp him to her so that she could grind her needy pussy all over his face, but his grip on her never lessened. He was in charge here, and she melted at his dominance.
“Please, Sir, I need to come…please.”
A sharp swat to the inside of her thigh was her answer, and he withdrew.
Kerry shook her
head, desperate to have his talented mouth back on her clit, but something cold touched her instead, and then a vice attached to her clit.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Duncan chuckled into her belly and then turned her around.
“Not yet, but we will soon enough. How does that clamp feel on your clit, sweetheart? Tell me.”
Kerry gasped for air, her ability to speak superseded by the throbbing pulse between her legs. With her clit clamped, she could feel every heartbeat pushing blood into that area. She must have managed to produce some sort of sound because Duncan laughed and then helped her up onto the spanking bench.
“That’s my lass. Up you get now.”
The leather felt cool against her overheated skin, and she groaned when her breasts fell either side of the contraption he was strapping her to. The bench had an odd shape to it, and she now realized why. With her head and torso supported, the sides fell away, giving Sir full access to her nipples. Leather straps secured her to the extensions she kneeled on before he adjusted them outward until every part of her was completely open to him. Another thick strap wrapped around her back, further immobilizing her until she couldn’t move at all.
Robbed of her vision and held in place, she could only submit to his will.
His large hand trailed up and down her back, and he murmured his approval as he grasped hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed just the right side of pain.
“So beautiful.”
The sharp open-handed swat right across her ass took her breath away. It was followed by several more in quick succession, hitting a different spot on her behind every time, until the whole area felt hot.
She moaned her denial when he stopped, and she jerked as cool liquid dribbled between her cheeks.
“Relax, it’s just lube. Ever taken a man back here, wee one?”
He pushed what felt like a thumb through her opening while he tugged on her clit clamp, and Kerry grunted her response.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir, I…oh…that feels so good.” Kerry didn’t recognize the high-pitched sound that came out of her mouth as Duncan laughed and pressed another finger into her ass.
“Good to know, my sweet, but we still need to stretch you a bit, so relax. This might sting a little.”
Kerry managed a snort in response to that, which earned her several hard swats across her ass that left her a panting mess of aroused woman when he massaged that sting away. Blunt pressure against her asshole made her tense and hold her breath against the burn of stretching muscles.
“Breathe. This is just a well-lubed butt plug. This is what the condom was for, by the way. Trust me. Breathe out, there you go; it’s in.”
Sure enough, the burning pain ceased when the widest part of the plug passed through, leaving her only with a feeling of fullness. Coupled with the dull ache in her clit and nipples, and the heat traveling outward from her ass as Sir started to spank her again, she was soon floating. Time lost all meaning; all that mattered was Sir’s deep voice praising her for taking her punishment, the strokes of his large hands as he massaged her hot globes before he switched to another toy.
His hand was replaced by the paddle, then the flogger, which he brought down on her breasts, thighs, and upper back as well as her ass. Soft strokes at first, which gradually got harder, until one well-placed flick across her swollen folds made her jump and howl in need like some animal. Not in pain, exactly—she’d long since stopped feeling the pain of the impact toys—but need. Her clit throbbed, and her internal muscles clenched around the plug in her ass as she teetered on that edge.
Sir kissed her then, fucking her mouth with his tongue like she so desperately wanted him to fuck her pussy, and when he at long last let her come up for air, she could hear the barely controlled lust in his voice.
“So fucking beautiful. I’ll let you come soon, but first, open up for me so that I can fuck your mouth.”
Kerry dutifully opened her mouth wide, eager to please. His musk filled her nostrils seconds before the wide, silky mushroom-shaped head of his cock pushed into her mouth. Nostrils flaring, Kerry tried her hardest to take all of him. She hummed around the thick invader, and Sir grasped a fistful of her hair. The sharp sting to her scalp as he pushed all the way in until he hit the back of her throat only served to make the whole experience even more erotic. Sir swore and pulled back when she gagged, but then he surged back in. The salty, smoky taste of his precum proved irresistible, as did the sounds he was making: grunts and growls that made her wish she could see him. It became imperative to make him lose control, to properly taste him, and she stepped up her efforts. Using her teeth, she grazed along his shaft when he pulled out. She grinned at his utterance of expletives.
“Fuck, baby, yes.”
When he surged back in, she wrapped her tongue around his cock, teasing the thick vein underneath, and sucked.
Bursts of heat flared across her back with his harsh breaths, and his hips went wild.
“That’s it, girl. Fuck, so good. Come with me.”
The guttural moans he was making followed a thickening of his cock, before the first spurts of his cum shot down her throat. Kerry swallowed eagerly, lost in pleasure-pain as thin strips of heat seared across her ass. As Duncan roared his release, one such swat aimed right between her splayed legs sent Kerry too into an orgasm so intense she saw stars behind her blindfold.
Her toes curled under and her whole body went rigid as Sir’s cock slipped from her mouth, and she screamed. Ever-tighter circles of bliss pulled her under and spewed her back out again as she rode the never-ending contractions of an orgasm so intense she couldn’t breathe. When the pressure on her nipples and her clit ceased simultaneously, the pain of the blood rushing back into the abused nubs set off another round of mini orgasms, no less intense than the previous one. The blindfold was lifted, and she was dimly aware of Sir’s concerned voice before everything went black.
Chapter Eleven
Fuck that had been intense. Duncan struggled for breath and control of his dragon self, who urged him to finish this, to bite and mark their mate. Despite the fabulous release his lass had wrung from him, his cock semi-hardened again.
Seeing her lie on that bench, her skin a rosy glow from his flogging, not to mention her red ass and thighs, which bore the thinner marks of the riding crop he’d finished off with…so fucking hot.
However, those marks would need tending, especially the deeper stripes left behind from the crop. While he wanted her to remember their scene every time she sat down tomorrow, he didn’t want her hurting too much, and in the heat of the moment, spurred on by her enthusiastic response, he’d hit far harder than he’d meant to.
It wouldn’t be a problem were she a dragon, but Kerry was very much human. She was also out cold, and to take her now would be all kinds of wrong. Duncan bent down to check on her breathing, and satisfied that all was well there, he unclipped her wrists but left the cuffs on—they would come in handy for later—and gently lifted her off the bench. Kerry stirred and moaned, her arms automatically coming around his neck as he carried her the few steps over to the bed.
“There you are. You just rest here for a wee while, while I clean up.”
The tiniest of smiles curved up her kiss-swollen lips, and Duncan groaned as memories of those lips wrapped around his shaft bombarded him. Some of his cum had dribbled down her throat, and seeing her skin marked by his seed made the possessive animal inside of him roar with pleasure.
Her nipples were huge after the clamping, as was her clit, a hard nub sticking out of her puffy and oh-so-wet folds. The butt plug she still wore twinkled in the light. It was warm in the playroom, but her skin pebbled in gooseflesh anyway, so Duncan covered her up with one of the thick fleece blankets Mark kept in here to keep subbies warm after a scene.
He also grabbed the salve he needed to take care of her delicate skin, some chocolate, and water bottles out of the mini fridge in the corner
.
Having procured some antibacterial wipes, he wiped down and cleaned the equipment he’d used, and once everything had been put to rights, his wee lass was stirring.
Unfocused eyes greeted his when he joined her on the bed.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Back with me?”
Kerry made a rough sound at the back of her throat and winced when she tried to sit up.
“Easy there, baby. Here.” Duncan helped her to sit and held a water bottle to her mouth. “Hydrate, sweetheart. I was hard on you.”
Again with that strange sound, followed by a very Kerry-like eye roll, and Duncan laughed and pulled her onto his lap.
“Ouch.” That one croaky word told him more than anything how sore she was right now, as did the trembles that started to take over. She guzzled most of the small sports bottle and then leaned her head on his shoulder.
Duncan broke off a long strip of the dark chocolate and fed it to her slowly. The appreciative noises she made as the confectionary worked its magic caused his cock to go from half-mast to raring to go in record time.
Kerry gasped when she noticed, and smiling, Duncan kissed her. The sweet scent of all that was his wee mate exploded on his taste buds as he deepened the kiss. When Kerry kissed him back, tangled her tongue with his, and grasped hold of his shoulders while her hips thrust against his cock, he broke away panting.
Was there anything sexier than the needy sound she made as she tried to close the distance between them to prolong the kiss?
“Please, Sir, we haven’t…you know…please.”
Duncan tugged her head back by her hair, and Kerry whimpered as she grew wet for him again. Her musk brought his dragon to the forefront. His jaw ached with the need to sink his teeth into her soft flesh, and giving in to instinct, he licked along her rapidly beating pulse point. Kerry angled her head to give him better access, and she panted her need.
“So very sweet, but not here.” Duncan broke away and kissed her nose. “Here, hold this for me.” He handed her the salve, which earned him a puzzled look and then a shriek when he stood up with her in his arms. She flung one of her arms around his neck and helped him open the door with her free hand. The tub of salve rested on her chest as he strode out of the playroom and down the corridor.
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