Dragon Isle Book Bundle 1-3: My Lord and Dragon, The Dragon Fighter, and A Dragon's Bite

by Stern, Sophie

  For what? For her to break? For her to confess that Kade was awful? Lindsey knew well enough that Melissa and Kade were more than just an employee and employer. They were friends. Maybe they were even lovers, but they were at least friends. That meant anything Lindsey said, even if it was in confidence, could be used against her to Kade.

  Lindsey didn’t speak. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Melissa carefully prodded her from the cage and led her downstairs. A spread of food was on the kitchen counter, complete with two barstools.

  “Come on,” Melissa handed Lindsey an open beer. “Let’s have some fun.”

  7

  “How long have you been on the island?” Lindsey asked. It only took her three beers to get the courage to speak to Melissa. The cool alcohol filled her belly, warming her body, making her feel the most relaxed she’d been since her arrival on the isle.

  Melissa shrugged.

  “Forever, it feels like,” she told Lindsey. “I was raised in Michigan, but after my parents died, I decided to move here. You know, to be with people like me.”

  “So, people who aren’t really people.”

  Melissa laughed.

  “Pretty much, yeah.” She leaned against the countertop, causing her shirt to dip. Lindsey tried not to stare at the woman’s impressive cleavage, but she failed. Melissa just grinned. “Like what you see, peach?”

  Maybe it was the beer, but Lindsey nodded.

  “You have amazing tits,” she told her. Then Lindsey looked down at her own smaller chest. “Mine are so tiny.” She felt a twinge of embarrassment, but that quickly vanished as Melissa leaned over and gave one of Lindsey's breasts a soft lick.

  "They're perfect," Melissa whispered. Waves of excitement rushed over Lindsey's body, but she wasn't sure what to do. Was she allowed to play with Melissa? Was she her pet, too? Would Kade become agitated or angered if he found out they had slept together or fooled around?

  If Melissa could tell that Lindsey was nervous, she didn't say anything. Instead, she made her way around the counter and knelt in front of Lindsey. Watching her eyes the entire time, Melissa's tongue darted out and she began licking Lindsey's legs. She started with the ankle and slowly worked her way up to the knee. When she reached the top of Lindsey's knee, she moved back to the other leg. She did this over and over again.

  Lindsey was no virgin, but she had never experienced something quite as intimate or exciting as this. Melissa’s tongue darted perfectly over her skin, giving her the physical contact she craved without making her feel awkward or slimy.

  After a few moments, Melissa worked her way higher, carefully avoiding the area between Lindsey’s thighs, instead choosing to lick the outside of her legs, the edge of her hips, and up to her breasts. When she reached Lindsey’s pert nipples, she looked up at the girl.

  “What do you say, friend? What do you want to do with me today?”

  So many thoughts rushed through Lindsey’s head that she struggled to contain them all. She wanted to take her own turn licking Melissa, tasting her, trying her out. She wanted to take her chances at being intimate with a woman she barely knew. She wanted to see what it would be like to explore Melissa and to have her own body explored.

  “Everything,” was all she said. Lindsey looked down at her hands, blushing, and Melissa nodded.

  “Come on, then,” she said, turning and leaving the room. Confused for a moment by the sudden loss of physical contact, Lindsey hesitated for just a second before following Melissa out of the room. The two women walked upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Melissa pushed open the door and led Lindsey through the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom.

  Melissa made herself comfortable running a bubble bath, filling the tub with hot, steamy water for their enjoyment. Lindsey wasn’t sure how she should act around Melissa, so she did as Kade had showed her: she acted like a pet.

  Lindsey knelt in the center of the bathroom floor with her hands resting softly on her knees: palms up. She kept her eyes down as Melissa tested the water, then rustled around the bathroom preparing everything for their bath. Even without being told, Lindsey knew she would be bathing Melissa today. The thought of it both terrified and excited her. Would she do a good job? Would Kade reward her if she did? What if Melissa didn’t like the way Lindsey washed her?

  “Come, pet,” Lindsey crawled over to Melissa at the call. She knelt in front of her and leaned down to kiss Melissa’s feet. The dragonwoman smiled.

  “Good girl,” she said softly. She petted Lindsey’s hair softly, then produced a hair tie and pulled Lindsey’s hair back. Once Lindsey’s hair was securely out of the way, Melissa stroked her cheek. “All right, pet. Undress me.”

  Lindsey stood and took in Melissa. The dragonwoman was tall, which was common for dragons. Lindsey tried not to feel intimidated at the woman’s sheer size. Despite her height, Melissa didn’t carry extra weight the way many tall adults did. Instead, she was long and lean. Her hips were curvy and full, but not fat. Lindsey reached for the dragonwoman’s shirt and began to unbutton it slowly, allowing her wrists and hands to gently touch Melissa’s soft hips.

  “Such a good pet,” Melissa murmured as Lindsey pulled the shirt from her body. “I’ll have to tell Kade what a good girl you were today.” Lindsey must have given her a strange look because Melissa laughed. “You don’t think I’d use his pet without permission, did you, love?” Lindsey just shook her head softly. She wasn’t sure what she had thought, but the idea that Kade approved of her and Melissa being intimate together excited her.

  She began to feel wet and anxious, but tried not to rush the undressing of her temporary mistress. She knew from being with Kade that if she rushed, the rewards would be smaller and the punishments would be greater. Lindsey did her best to focus on taking her time with each piece of clothing Melissa wore.

  When it was time to take off Melissa’s bra, Lindsey hesitated for only a second. She stood in front of Melissa and leaned in close, unclasping the bra and pulling it off while she remained at the woman’s center. As the bra fell to the floor, Lindsey bit her lip. Melissa’s breasts were large and lovely, full and heavy. She started to reach for one, but stopped herself just in time.

  Melissa’s eyes flashed dark.

  “Mistress,” Lindsey whispered, bowing her head. “May I touch you?”

  A sharp sting radiated through Lindsey’s face as Melissa slapped her harshly.

  “You may finish the job I gave you already, pet,” Melissa said. Her gentle countenance was gone. Lindsey nodded, mumbling an apology, and reached to pull down Melissa’s black thong. When she reached the ground, Melissa stepped out of the panties and Lindsey remained at her feet, head down, ashamed at her behavior.

  Would she ever get the hang of this slave thing?

  Would she ever understand what it meant to belong to someone else?

  Kade had been working with her constantly, trying to show her how to behave properly, how to act around masters and mistresses, how to be a good slave. Still, at the first opportunity for her to be with someone new, Lindsey had spoken out of turn. It was an amateur mistake, really. She took a deep breath and quietly promised herself it wouldn’t happen again.

  As if sensing the girl’s frustration and anxiety, Melissa softly pet Lindsey’s hair as she rested at her feet.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re still new. We’ll work on it.” Lindsey nodded, but remained at Melissa’s feet. The dragonwoman continued to pet her hair gently, giving Lindsey waves of comfort and shame all mixed into one. She appreciated the physical affirmation the woman was giving her, but she hated feeling like she was someone’s dog or cat. Part of her still wanted to feel human. Part of her still wanted to feel valuable. When all was said and done, though, she was neither of those things. Not anymore.

  Before Melissa left for the day, she locked Lindsey back in the cage. This time, Lindsey went in willingly, knowing it wouldn’t be forever. She only had maybe half an hour before Kade returned and
part of her was thankful for the tranquility resting in the cage provided. Her bottom was still sore from her morning spanking, but not so sore that she couldn’t kneel as Melissa locked her inside.

  “You were lovely today,” Melissa said, reaching through the bars of the cage. She gently patted Lindsey’s head, spending a few seconds giving her a little attention. It was all just a wonderful continuation of the afternoon the two of them had spent together. Melissa hadn’t cleaned or worked around the house today. Instead, she had spent all of her time playing with Lindsey.

  Lindsey couldn’t complain.

  Being with Melissa was very different from being with Kade, but it was also very similar. They were both Dominant, to be sure. Or perhaps they behaved that way because Lindsey was so submissive. She wasn’t sure.

  Both Melissa and Kade understood the power rush that came with dominating another person. They each knew exactly what it took to hold the power of control over someone, exactly how to dangle it in just the right way. Each dragon understood Lindsey’s limits and knew exactly when they could push her more, exactly when they needed to hold back.

  But Melissa was soft. Despite her large size, being with her was nothing like being with a man. She was tender and sweet, basking in her own femininity at all times. Though she directed Lindsey throughout the entire experience, she wasn’t as cruel or harsh as Kade could be. She seemed to really enjoy being with Lindsey. For a moment, Lindsey pretended that they were just girlfriends who had drunk too much one summer night.

  For a moment, she pretended she was free and actually had the right or the will to say “no” to what they were doing.

  But when she opened her eyes, she was back in the cage.

  Kade’s little human pet.

  He would be home soon. What would he think of Lindsey? Would he know what she had done with Melissa? Would he care? Had he encouraged the dragonwoman to play with Lindsey? Was part of being a slave figuring out what he wanted, even when he didn’t tell her?

  She paced for a moment, her thoughts swimming. Then finally, Lindsey realized she was behaving exactly like a caged puppy, and she stood still. It wouldn’t be long before her Master returned home to her.

  Wouldn’t be long until she was once again treated as Kade’s little pet.

  Not that she minded.

  Much.

  8

  Lindsey wanted to make a good impression with Kade, so she knelt in the cage. When he came home, he would see that she had tried to be obedient and good for him, even while he was away. Not everyone in a Dominant/submissive relationship practiced kneeling, but this wasn’t an ordinary D/s relationship. This was something different.

  Something a bit darker.

  And Kade liked to see Lindsey on her knees.

  Time passed slowly, almost too slowly. Lindsey’s body ached from being in the caged, but her heart turned from the moments she had shared with Melissa. Yes, she had still been dominated, but she enjoyed it. And wasn’t that strange?

  Though she never considered herself a prude, Lindsey had grown up in a conservative culture that valued chastity and monogamy. Never had she considered being with multiple partners. Never had she considered that being with multiple people might not be considered infidelity.

  Things were different on Dragon Isle: that much was for certain.

  Lindsey did not hear Kade arrive. She wondered, seeing as how he flew everywhere, if she would hear him flapping his wings or landing outside the house, but she didn’t.

  Lindsey felt a shadow cross her face, and she sighed.

  Kade was home.

  "Happy to see me, pet?" His voice resonated in the empty room, carrying to all four corners and back again. Lindsey nodded, but did not look up. Instead, she focused her gaze on his bare feet, wondering if he had dressed after his shift. Did he carry clothes with him to the office or did he keep a fresh suit there? Maybe one day she would ask.

  "Yes, Master," she said. “I’m very pleased to see you.” It was true. She was glad he had returned, glad he made it to work and back again. She wondered if Melissa had told him, somehow, about their time together. She wondered if Melissa had told Kade that Lindsey had behaved like a little slut. Would he be disappointed? Would he be excited?

  "Did you have a good day?" Kade asked. Lindsey could hear the key turning in the lock on the cage, but still, she did not look up. Kade was training her well. She didn’t need to move. He would tell her when it was time to meet his gaze.

  "Yes, Master," Lindsey answered easily. Good? Was that the word she would use to describe her day? Probably not. If she had spoken with a friend, someone she knew and trusted, Lindsey would have described her day as "exciting" or "dirty," but not "good." She would have used words like "insane" and "crazy." She wouldn't have chosen something quite so mundane. Not “good.” Not today.

  But Lindsey wasn't talking to a friend. She was talking to her Master, her owner. She was talking to the man who controlled everything in her life. She was talking to the person who could punish her or please her and “good” was an acceptable word for things that happened today, things that she was still processing.

  Kade unlocked the cage and pulled her out. He wrapped his arms around Lindsey and breathed her in. Then he kissed her softly on the hair and rubbed her back for a moment before holding her at arm’s length.

  “I think it’s time for us to play, kitten.”

  Though Lindsey had been on Dragon Isle for over a week, she and Kade had not yet had sex. They’d done many other things that typically ended in release for both of them, but he had never actually penetrated her. That was all about to change.

  When they reached the dungeon, Kade did not give Lindsey a choice as to what she wanted to do. Instead, he pushed her onto the bed and told her to kneel facing the headboard. She complied quickly, and he tied her arms to each of the posts in front of her. He stayed behind her for a moment, rubbing her back and stroking her spine, then he dipped his fingers lower.

  Lindsey moaned slightly as he traced his fingers through her soft folds, feeling her sex and slipping a finger inside of her. He pumped in and out for a moment, seemingly satisfied that she was wet, then he disappeared. From her position, she couldn’t turn all the way around to see where he had gone. In fact, she could barely see anything at all.

  Lindsey wondered if he was going to get something to hurt her with. Maybe he would return with a crop or a cane to hit her with. Maybe he would bruise her and mark her before he slid inside of her. Did he want to make her cry and beg for forgiveness before he came inside of her? Did he want to make her wish she had never come to Dragon Isle before he fucked her raw? Did he want to brand her from the inside out, letting her know once and for all who she belonged to?

  Where had he gone?

  Lindsey bit back the desire to beg or call out She fought the desire to pull at her ropes, to try to escape. She knew that Kade would, without a doubt, punish her if she didn’t stay put. This was part of her training, she knew, and she would have to stay still.

  To be honest, Lindsey wasn’t as scared of Kade as she ought to be. She knew that. She should be more afraid of his wrath. Logically, it made sense. If someone is holding you as their personal toy, you should be nervous about pleasing them.

  Somehow, she wasn’t.

  Somehow, she didn’t think Kade would lose control and kill her.

  He was a dragon, not a man, but she was beginning to view him as her dragon. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care at that moment.

  She would please him with her obedience.

  She could do this.

  It wasn’t long before her thighs began to burn from kneeling in the same position for so long. Because her hands were bound, she was forced to remain up on her knees and could not rest her ass against her legs. This added extra tension, extra stress, extra anxiety. Though Lindsey wanted desperately to make Kade happy, her thoughts soon shifted from pleasing him to her pure displeasure.

  She just wanted it to be over.<
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  Maybe she could shift a bit, ease some of the pressure from her back. She eyed the pillows warily. She wanted to lay her head on them, collapse her body on the soft mattress.

  “Master?” She said finally, hating herself even as she asked for him. She knew when he came back, he would punish her for speaking. She knew he would hit her or even lock her up. Maybe he wouldn’t feed her. She wasn’t sure what kind of punishment he would dream up, but she knew one thing: it wouldn’t be worth it. The punishment wouldn’t be worth knowing she had disappointed him, worth knowing she had failed at this simple task.

  Still, Lindsey couldn’t control the tears that were flowing freely from her eyes. She felt like she had been locked up for hours upon hours, even though she knew that in reality, it had probably only been 20 minutes.

  She continued crying softly, but didn’t call out again. She was too disappointed with herself for her failure. Maybe she never should have come here. She should have known she wouldn’t be a good slave. Lindsey had already failed at everything in her life. Why should this have been any different?

  By the time Kade returned, she was sobbing loudly.

  She felt him stroking her back before she heard him. Then his words came in a harsh whisper.

  “Silence, pet.”

  Lindsey bit her tongue immediately, silently chastising herself for her tears. She didn’t say anything as Kade continued to stroke and pet her back. The touch felt good, gentle. It felt almost kind. Though his words had been harsh, his touch was anything but.

  Lindsey began to relax. She wanted to tell him that she’d been scared. She had been afraid. She had been worried about being alone, but she knew, even as she thought it, how stupid it was. Besides, Lindsey wasn’t something special, not at this moment. She had been taught her entire life to view herself as a princess, as some sort of unique snowflake, but that’s not what she was in this relationship.