He reached low and came up with a long strip of leather with a buckle.
Fear should have been the proper response. Rena knew that deep in her bones. Instead, a keen mixture of curiosity and excitement swept over her as she allowed him this control.
He rubbed her wrist where the rope had dug into her earlier. “I think this will be fine but let me know if it is too much.”
The muscles of his large forearm flexed while he lashed her to the bedpost. The leather felt cool on her flesh, and only the slightest sting reminded her of how the evening had started, a sting she rather liked.
Marcos trailed his fingers along the exposed underside of her arm. Shivers danced down her spine at his feathery touch. He leaned in and kissed her neck deeply. Soft moans escaped her lips like steam from under a covered pot while he feasted on her neck. Then his attention shifted to her breast.
He found her nipple through her tattered shift with the tip of his finger and brought it to life with little circular caresses. When the rose-colored peak pressed hard against the fabric, he captured it with his teeth. Sweet agony rippled through her at the sharp pinch. He began to suck, and those ripples shot straight to her clit, making it throb, begging for attention.
She should say something. Encourage him? Discourage him? Her soul was at war with itself. She chose silence rather than saying the wrong thing.
He slipped off the bed, brushed his long hair out of his face and held her stare as he prowled around to the other side. He moved like a panther stalking its meal, muscles rippled with intent and purpose. His defined abs flexed and relaxed with each step. His strong jaw twitched, as if he held back the true power of his desire. The true hunger for his prey. His intensity frightened and excited her all at once.
Marcos lifted her free arm and kissed her hand with firm lips before binding it to the other post. He traced a path down her arm and found the hem of her gown still tangled around her shoulders and ribs. With little effort, he tore the remnants in two and removed them, exposing her breasts completely. He grasped a foot and tied her ankle to one post with a long strip of leather. It wasn’t until Marcos captured the other foot and spread her legs to secure it that she had a moment of panic.
“No, please.” She drew her knees together.
He locked eyes with her. “Use your word.”
Rena stopped struggling and shook her head, but still kept her knees together, her good sense warring with this new wanton desire.
He shook his head and clucked his tongue then yanked her legs apart and finished tying her other foot, leaving her well-used mound exposed and open for the world to see.
She closed her eyes but felt the bed dip as he climbed between her tethered legs. Her heart raged in anticipation of what would come next. His shoulder nudged her thighs wider apart as he settled in. Then it came. A blast of warm breath right on her clit, which instantly soaked her pussy and the bed beneath.
Her eyes flew open, and she found him watching her intently as he blew again.
Oh, it was the most wicked form of torture, to be touched without truly being touched. It only served to make her flesh burn, and her blood surge with need. “Please.”
“Please what?” His raven eyes watched her expectantly with a hint of a smirk behind them.
“I don’t know.” Flustered with need, she wiggled her ass pleading for what she could not ask.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, you do. What do you want?”
“You.”
He chuckled. “And where do you want me, little wench? I won’t do it until you say the words.”
She lifted her head from the pillow, but the restraints kept her from going far. He couldn’t possible mean… “What words?”
“I want you to ask me to lick your sweet, pink pussy.”
She closed her eyes and let her head fall. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He placed both hands firmly on her thighs. “You asked to touch the wings of a dragon. I think you can ask whatever you like.”
“Not that.” Oh, Lord, was he serious? She could not say that word.
“Lesson three. If you can’t ask for what you want, how will you know what you will get? Let’s start simple. Say pussy.”
She shook her head and turned away so she would not have to see his disappointment.
“Darling, you can say it. No one will hear but me. Now, do you like being tied to the bed?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks burned so hot she thought she’d catch the bed on fire.
“I will not touch your pussy again until you ask me to. If you do not say the word, your punishment will be being untied and returning to the table, where you will sit and watch me rub my cock till I come on the floor instead of on your sweet skin.” He climbed higher on the bed, and his long, ebony hair tickled her breast as he leaned close to her ear. “See the words are just that. Words. Say them.”
Rena did not want to be untied.
“Pussy.” Her voice barely carried over the crackle of the fire.
“Ahh.” He nuzzled her neck. “Now say them all.”
His cock grew against her thigh, and it gave her a new feeling of satisfaction. She turned to face him. “Please, won’t you lick my pussy?”
The words were quiet, but she’d said them aloud. In that moment, she knew she would never be the same. The shame she’d always felt at her secret lust for something she never understood had been replaced by a bud of courage she wanted to nurture into full bloom.
“Yes.” He licked the side of her neck, then the underside of her breast. Her stomach quivered as he laved circles around her belly button before settling between her thighs.
She waited, excitement pulsing though her.
Marcos parted her folds with his fingers and circled her nubbin with the tip of his tongue. She gyrated under his attentions, hungry for more. He obliged with long, lavish strokes, beginning well below her slit, dipping inside for just a tease, and ending right on her clit. It was loud, sloppy, and wonderful.
Rena moaned at the pleasure each stroke brought. Still tender from their last adventure, the flesh came to life instantly. Her hands fought their bindings with the urge to bury themselves in his hair, and she understood the purpose of being tied. He had command of her body. It would only do as he wished, and right now, he seemed to wish that she explode under him.
Need burned low in her belly at first, and then spread like honey through each limb. She moaned louder and bit her lip.
Muffled words came between strokes. “No.” Slurp. “I want,” slurp, “to hear,” slurp, “your pleasure.”
She let go of every worry. “Yes!”
He grunted against her mound, seemingly happy with her joy.
“Oh, yes!”
He grabbed her ass with both hands and licked faster and harder.
She writhed against his face.
He held her in place and took her clit between his lips. When he sucked, Rena’s universe shattered in divine spasms right against his face. He didn’t seem to mind. He held her in place and continued to suck and nibble as she dug her heels into the bed. But he didn’t let her come down from her crest. He continued to lick and drove two fingers into her hungry pussy, thrusting hard and fast. The throbbing spread from her clit throughout her entire belly, and she climbed a peak of pleasure higher than she’d been so far. He stroked faster and faster, and her body hummed with the same rhythm. Then as the darkness behind her eyelids splintered into a bright light, something splashed on her thighs and belly.
“Yes, spray me with your sweet cum.” He continued to pump her, wringing her of all she had to give.
Floating on a cloud of bliss, Rena opened her eyes in time to watch Marcos sample her juice from her thighs. As the spasms subsided and she regained her mind, he dipped low and bit her nubbin, hard.
“Yeow!” It hurt, and she was not sure she liked it. “What was that?”
He grinned. “Trust me. I think we will give that area a little break.”
“
Yea, I should say so.” Trust a dragon. Rena couldn’t help but smile.
“Let’s try something new.” He climbed up her body, his cock bouncing in front of him until it lingered just beyond her mouth. “What did you think of my wing?”
“It was soft.” Mesmerized by the size of his erection, she could not take her eyes off it.
“So is this. Have you ever touched one?” He gripped his cock in offering.
She shook her head, afraid her voice would betray her desire.
“Have you ever tasted one?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head again.
“Would you like to?”
She shook her head.
“Shall I punish you for lying?”
She shook her head.
“What do you want?”
She opened her mouth.
He leaned forward so his rod bobbed above her face.
She tested the crown with the tip of her tongue and was rewarded with the sound of his breath quickening. Rena flicked the salty skin once more, and he hissed. She captured the mushroom-shaped head with her lips, and the dragon moaned for her.
Curious, Rena stopped.
He looked down at her, pained. “More.”
Feeling brave, she shook her head.
He grasped a handful of her hair. “More.”
Rena’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Rosebud.” She decided to explore the boundaries with a test of their agreement.
He swore under his breath but slid off her and flopped back into the pile of pillows.
“Marcos, are you angry?”
“No.” He spoke through his teeth.
Not sure how to proceed with an annoyed naked man, she questioned him cautiously. “What if someone doesn’t stop when I say the word?”
“I am a dragon, and even I can’t resist the lure of a woman’s mouth. It is every man’s weakness. What you felt when I bit you is only a fraction of what a man will feel if bitten hard enough. See darling, you will always be in control even while tied up as you are. But this is not where your power comes from. You must understand your nature. Your joy comes from the ability to surrender control. To find others who will respect that ability is what will allow you to surrender completely. “
His words made her feel bold, even spread-eagle as she was. She adjusted her head to see better over the edge of the pillow and watched him intently. She trusted him although she had no sensible reason to. He lay with his arm over his face. She sensed his struggle to gain his composure, and realized she wanted everything this man-beast had to teach her.
Rena breathed heavily. “More.”
His head snapped around, and he raised an eyebrow.
She nodded and stuck her tongue out to a fine point.
The bed creaked as he rose to his knees and poised his thick rod over her. Rena lavished his cock with attention. The soft skin was felt like velvet and tasted salty. She liked it. She explored his shaft with her mouth; she even wandered lower and tasted his balls. His moans encouraged her, so she licked and sucked each orb enthusiastically while he stroked his cock.
Marcos’ breaths became more raged. The ball of his fist pounded against the flat plane of his abdomen with each stroke, and she liked the sound it made.
When a little drop of glistening dew appeared on the spongy tip, he guided his hard cock back to her mouth. She obediently licked it off and then traced a path around the ridge, before capturing the entire helmet in her mouth.
“Here is your lesson.” He struggled to speak. “Think for a moment. What do you have in your mouth besides me?”
There wasn’t room for much more. Understanding, Rena grazed him with her teeth.
He shuddered. “That’s right. So as I said before, even tied as you are, you have the last word.”
A shimmer of light flashed behind him, and his tail snuck around to peek at her again. It slid across her belly and down her thigh, the edge of it soft and firm at the same time.
Rena continued to suck his cock, the suction making popping sounds, as Marcos glided in and out of her mouth.
Shock overtook her when his tail slid between her legs, but subsided just as quickly as it began to slide up and down the slippery flesh of her tender folds. Her clit no longer hurt from his bite, but it was swollen and very sensitive. The stroke of his tail felt so good and so wrong at the same time, which in itself was exciting. By the third stroke, she was ready to jump on it and ride it across the countryside.
His tail rubbed back and forth until she panted shark breaths around his cock. Faster and faster, he fucked her mouth as his tail made her want to explode out of her skin.
Her master seemed to know what she wanted. “Do you need to be fucked, my rosebud?”
She nodded mindful not to let his cock fall from her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head in her mouth to encourage him to give her what she wanted.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back for a second. When he met her gaze again the fierce gleam in his eyes filled her with a pride she’d never felt, that she could incite such passion.
“Then you shall be.” The sharp edge in his voice reminded her he was so much more than a man, just as the bulbous end of his tail pushed into her body. Thicker than his cock had been, it stretched her walls pulsing back and forth, fucking her slow and sweet.
The hot release began to build as soon as his tail invaded her. Her entire being felt charged like a night sky laden with thunder clouds as her womanly shaft flex around him, begging the beast to move faster.
His cock was hot and thick in her mouth. She sucked hard taking him deeper down her throat with each bob of her head as if she could bring about her own release by bringing his. Sweat collected on her limbs and matted her hair to her face with a need so strong she thought she’d lose her mind. But just as the fire of release licked at her soul, he withdrew from her mouth and pussy at the same time.
He withdrew from her mouth and eased down her naked body. His hair caressed her nipples, and Rena moaned.
Marcos chuckled, then grasped a handful of plump round flesh, kneading her into madness. His lips caught the other erect nipple, causing her back to arch. As lovely as it was, that’s not what she wanted. He lined up his hard shaft just at the opening of her sheath, but stopped short of entering her.
The leather straps bit into her wrists as she strained against them. “Please.”
He thrust into her and withdrew.
Rena gasped. “No! More.”
All the licking, rubbing, and coming had set her body on fire, and she needed him to put the flames out. His stroke and withdrawal was tantamount to giving a man dying of thirst only one drop of water.
Rena pulled at her restraints.
“What is it that you want?” He buried himself within her pussy, and then left her again, teasing her unmercifully until she obeyed.
At this point, she was more than willing to submit to his demands. “Fuck me.”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
It was then that he fucked her in earnest, pummeling her with his cock. In and out, again and again, with a driving force that left no doubt of the obedience he expected.
“Now, beg me, before I find my own pleasure and give you none.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
Too late. On the brink of maddening pleasure, the next stroke carried her over the edge, and she could no longer speak, or think for that matter. She tumbled and thrashed about wildly, as if her limbs had a mind of their own. The force with which he delivered each stroke pounded her inner thighs, and she relished the power of it. The sting of the restraints biting into her ankles and wrists heightened her ecstasy.
Then it happened. She shattered like a goblet dropped on stone. “Marcos! Yes! Harder!”
Marcos rammed his cock into her until he threw back his head and roared in climax. Again he pulled out and shot his seed across her belly while he held her thighs so tight, sh
e thought there might be bruises in the morning.
They locked gazes as they both gasped, struggling to catch their breath. Sweat dripped from his brow, and he smiled at her with his devilish grin.
Rena smiled back while she struggled to regain herself. She rather liked his lessons as it turned out.
The bed creaked under his weight as he reached over the side and collected the gown to wipe his cum off her belly before untying her. Rather than drawing a blanket around them, Marcos lay behind her, gathered her in his arms, shifted into the dragon, and then folded his silken wings around her. The scent of spice enveloped her as she snuggled in and let exhaustion overtake her.
****
When Rena awoke, still wrapped snugly within Marcos’ wings, a glimmer of sunshine promised a new day. His skin sparkled like fresh rain in the sun, and she smiled at its beauty.
This day was a gift. Not only had she not expected to see it, but she did so as a new woman, reborn in the fire of passion, transformed by the lessons this magical creature had imparted upon her.
Rena couldn’t remember a time when her strange yearnings hadn’t frightened her, yearnings to serve and to be used by a man in whatever way he desired. To hide these cravings had been exhausting. Not understanding them had been miserable. How she’d longed for a day she didn’t feel frightened and ashamed because she could not look at a man without wondering what it would be like to be mastered by him in every way.
This was that day.
More at peace with her cravings than she ever expected to be, she reached over the top of him and found his tail. She tucked it in front of her, and caressed it with all the affection she’d found for this magical creature who taught her to be comfortable in her own skin.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You are welcome,” he answered.
Rena laughed. “I thought you were asleep.”
“With you stroking my tail like that? Not likely.” A beastly version of his cock rose to attention behind her.
She continued to pet the blue silken flesh. “Do you like that?”
“Let me show you how much.” He shimmered into a man and flattened her against the mattress with the weight of his body.
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