by Milana Jacks
I wagged the tip of my tail over the top of the building, thinking of all the ways I would punish my spirit for putting her life in danger.
Amy came to her senses. Her eyes widened, and she screamed, then took Cindy’s hand and pulled. “Run!”
Of course, Cindy stayed, the strength of her wolf keeping her in place against Amy’s pulling. But Amy tugged and yanked until Cindy shrugged, and they cut the corner right in front of me. As if I couldn’t just lower my head and eat them!
I let them run down the empty Bourbon Street, then chased after them, my weight making the ground under my feet shake. I tried to lift off but didn’t have enough space for my wings, so I continued running. I hadn’t ever tried jogging in my beast form. The chase made me smile. The prospect of punishing Amy made me screech at the girls.
Amy ran faster. Even Cindy was having a hell of a time keeping up with her. I wondered how long my spirit could keep up this pace, seeing as our home was over two hours away on foot. Another thing I’d speak to her about. But now, I simply needed to disappear from their sight so Amy would think she’d escaped the big bad dragon.
I took a right and gunned it for the clearing once called Duncan Plaza, spread my wings, then took flight, making sure I flew high over the girls for the duration of the journey. When they reached the wolf pack patrol border, about a mile from my gate, and when I saw Jason standing there with his hands on his hips, I spun around and went back so I could find Eddy, take back my jewels, and burn the invitations.
No Eddy.
No invitations.
But I made it home just in time. I dressed quickly and sat at the table as if I’d been there all along. Amy burst into the room. “Oh my God. Oh my God. I need a chair. A chair!”
I kicked a chair away from the table, and she sat down, then stared at the wall, her breaths coming out in pants. Someone—probably George—gave her my coat. It engulfed her, making her appear…small and cute.
“What happened?” I asked.
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“Yesterday, my stepsister made a big deal when she saw a chicken.”
What in the world?
“I saw a dragon,” she continued. “A real live dragon.”
“You don’t say.”
“It spit fire out of its mouth.” She opened her mouth and pointed. Her hands shook, and I felt a little bad.
But not that bad. “Downright scary, isn’t it?”
Amy stared at the wall. “Oh my God.”
“And where were you when you saw this dragon?”
She kept staring at the wall. Okay, so I would give her a minute to collect herself. I clasped my hands together, propped my chin on them, and waited. A few minutes later, Amy still stared at the wall, but when I cleared my throat, she gave me her attention.
“Would you like some water?” Or a spanking?
“No, I’m fine now.”
“Where were you when you saw the dragon?” When I saw her shocked reaction to the sight of my beast, the intention of telling her I turned into a fire-spitting monster fled. I would tell her after I had her under me and screaming my name.
“I went to distribute the invitations.”
“Where?”
“In the town.”
“The town’s in ruins. Has been that way for a decade. Outlaws rule there, and I’d have thought you knew that.”
She shook her head. “I’m from New Jersey.”
For some reason, the Cy aliens kept away from the northern parts of North America. Cyborg habitats were everywhere, but the Cy ships lingered on our side of the US. I speculated they didn’t like the weather in the upper half of our country. New Jersey was Knight’s territory and Knight, with a wolf pack twenty times the size of my pack, viciously patrolled his domain, something all of us dragons tried to do. The problem with New Orleans? I’d spent the Ice Age in Texas, allowing outlaws to run amok. Now that I’d returned, I’d need to meet with Eddy and set up boundaries. “Have you never seen a Creature of Earth in New Jersey?”
“No. Never. I thought it was more of a myth than reality. My cousins never saw a dragon before, and they’re out there on the street.”
“Do you know anything about dragons?”
She shook her head.
Many humans still believed us a myth. Ten years ago, if someone had told me dragons and werewolves existed, I’d have asked my dad to check them into his clinic. “Regardless. You must’ve heard that places outside of habitats aren’t safe.”
“I thought that if the people lived here in such a…nice way, there must be other neighborhoods like this one. The ones where you play poker, for example, because you have to play it somewhere, and it’s not in the habitat. I figured if you can go other places, I should be able to go too.”
“I gamble with outlaws who steal and maim people for goods. One such man is Eddy, who lost pounds and pounds of Confederate gold coins one night. I tracked the coins and found out that the owner of said coins died suddenly, leaving nothing to his grandkids. Each Confederate coin is now estimated to be worth about five thousand roges. Did you happen to meet Eddy in the town?”
Amy sounded naive, a girl raised in comfort and completely oblivious to danger.
She blushed, probably understanding my point with Eddy. I pressed on because her safety meant everything to me, my brothers, and the entire planet. “Only yesterday, I explained the boundaries of my property, didn’t I?” I wanted to carry her into my bedroom and lock her in there.
“Yes, but how can I get people to the ball if I don’t invite them?”
Good point. I brushed it off. “You shouldn’t have gone out there.”
She bit her lip and looked away. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Sure enough, her eyes brightened, and she smiled. “I have an idea.”
“I’m frightened already.”
She chuckled and looked around, then got up and retrieved her pen and a stack of papers. Amy scribbled. I found left-handedness fascinating, so I watched her write in her neat handwriting.
“Amy, how many invitations did you write yesterday?”
“A little over two hundred.”
“Did you sleep last night?”
“Mm-hm.”
“How long?”
“Got about two hours.”
“Amy, look up.”
Nothing.
“Amy,” I said a little more firmly.
She looked up. “Hm?”
“I want you to stop whatever you’re doing and go to bed.”
“You said Eddy can’t be trusted, so I’ve lost my invitations. I have to make them up.”
“Make them up tomorrow.”
“I can’t. I’ll think about the unfinished work, and I won’t be able to sleep.”
I sighed. “I’m not asking you to go to bed. I’m telling you to go to bed.”
She thought that over. “I don’t want to.”
“But you will.”
She pulled back her shoulders. Here we go. “Will not.”
“Is that so?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. “It is so.”
“Mary!” I shouted.
“Yes!” came from the kitchen.
“Bring me a wooden spoon.” I smiled at Amy.
“What do you need a spoon for?”
“I don’t need it,” I said. “You do.”
“No. I need an extra pen.”
I showed her my teeth. “As you go around the mansion, and as you spend more time around my people and me, you’ll learn that the safety of my people is my number one priority. Everything else, including the stupid ball, is secondary.
“Stupid ball?”
“Stupid ball.”
Amy’s cheeks grew rosy, and not from embarrassment. She fumed but gritted her teeth. She’d spent hours on those invitations and was losing sleep over meeting the ball deadline on Saturday, and I just told her the ball meant nothing
to me. I would appreciate her work another time, just as I appreciated that she didn’t mouth off at me right now.
Mary brought the spoon and put it on the table.
“Lock the doors in the dining room, please,” I told her.
Mary disappeared back into the kitchen, and I heard the lock of the two doors leading into the dining room click.
Amy looked around, clearly uncomfortable.
“Take your pen,” I said and pushed the spoon across the table. “And sign here.” I pointed at the handle.
At first, she gave me a side-glance, but signed the spoon anyway. “Excellent,” I said. “Now, stand up, please.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
She stood next to her chair.
I tapped the seat. “Put your hands here.”
She did.
There were many things I liked about Amy, but I loved how she went with things to see where they’d lead. Sometimes an adventurous mind was dangerous, but other times, it was just what I needed. A skittish girl wouldn't have gone out there with only Cindy as her backup.
Cindy had surprised me. I’d have to talk to Jason when he finished with her. I was pretty sure I’d find another spoon in the kitchen with Cindy’s name on it. It was a tradition around here.
Amy’s eyes glistened with wonder, and she was just too cute in my long coat. I bent and kissed her cheek, lingering to inhale her scent before whispering into her ear, “I’m going to punish you with the spoon.”
I leaned back to watch her reaction.
Amy’s eyes widened. “Noooo.”
“Yes. For several reasons, and I’ll tell you the top two. One, you should not have left the property. I laid out the borders of the property yesterday. Didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“Thank you. Two, I ordered you to go to bed and you refused, citing ridiculous reasons for staying awake when you are clearly tired.”
“They’re not ridiculous. You hired me to do a job, and I’m doing it.”
“Your job is to obey me.”
“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” she said.
“It was, and you know it. You are at my mercy, and I am to keep you safe if I am to hold the stupid ball. You are my event planner, and I can not have you going out there on your own, risking your life for the sake of paper distribution.” I stood behind her and rested my palm over the small of her back and trailed it forward where I caught the coat’s collar and pulled. Amy must’ve known I wanted her to shrug off the coat, but she didn’t move. I decided not to press her. Instead, I simply moved the bottom half of the coat and exposed her bare ass. Dear Lord, pass me a quarter so I can bounce it off those firm ass cheeks.
Amy stared at the wall, so I gripped her jaw and turned her head so she’d look at me. I expected tears, but none came. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“It’s gonna hurt.”
“Yes.”
“Does it get you off?” she asked.
“Pardon?”
“Do you get off on…spanking?”
I raised both eyebrows. “I do.”
“Can you just spank me instead, then?”
Well, I’d be damned. Didn’t see that coming. It was supposed to be her punishment, and she was trying to get me to change my mind. I liked how she went about it. She asked if it got me off, so I asked the same, “Does spanking get you off?” I immediately regretted asking it. It would mean Amy had been with someone who’d spanked her before me, which bothered the hell out of me. Irrational, but couldn’t be helped, and I vowed to erase anyone else from her mind for the duration of our time.
“I read about it once.”
Alleluia. “And how did it make you feel?”
“Hot.”
I pecked her on the mouth, then backed off and found her body had leaned toward mine. Amy, catching herself wanting my attention, blushed. Well, this was turning out better than I’d expected. I sat down. “Come here.”
Amy came to stand between my legs. I parted my coat to reveal her body. I leaned back so I could appreciate her long legs and curved waistline. The skin on her hip was soft. I brushed my jaw against it, knowing it both tickled and scraped her as I hadn’t shaved this morning. I kissed the red spot where I’d rubbed my jaw and watched goose bumps rise over her skin. “Are you cold?”
“No,” she whispered.
I pressed my palm on her belly where I’d put babies as soon as possible, all the while kissing her mound. The thought of Amy’s swollen belly got me so hard, I bit her hip and growled. How was I gonna spank her and not impale her on my dicks after, hm?
I inhaled, and then I smelled it. Her arousal.
6
Amy
Nentres rested his cheek on my belly. I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair, finding myself wet between my legs in anticipation of his spanking my bare bottom. Wooden spoons sounded painful, but a hand I could handle. His thumb slid lower and lower, and I tried to spread my legs, but he clamped them with his knees.
His clever fingers found their way between my legs, and he slid two fingers along my entrance. I rested my hands on his shoulders and tried to spread my legs again, but he held me immobile and kept rubbing my wetness as more arousal pooled in my pussy. I moved my hips, trying to get those clever fingers inside.
Nentres removed his hand and leaned back so I could watch him lick my arousal from his fingers. It turned me on that I turned him on. And I could tell I had done that. I could tell because there was something…different about his eyes. I swore his pupils shrank into slits, then back to round, but if I mentioned something like that, he’d probably believe I was crazy. I said nothing because I couldn’t bear any more crazy shit today. I needed something human and tangible and real. Like him. He was real, warm, and hard in all the places I wasn’t. I leaned in and kissed his jaw.
He pinched my clit.
I bit his bottom lip.
“If you continue teasing me, I will fuck you, Amy.”
“I think you mean that as a treat.”
“I think you’re trying to distract me.”
“I am,” I admitted. I’d asked for the spanking, but I could go without the spanking or the spoon. I should’ve gone to bed and slept away the crazy day. Maybe then I would believe I’d seen the dragon in my dreams. Creatures of Earth existed. I knew people believed they existed, but I’d been skeptical. People spoke of the sightings, but few had actually seen them. In fact, I hadn’t known anyone who had actually seen a dragon, and cyborgs didn’t pay them much attention.
Nentres showed me his dimples when he smiled. He gripped the back of my neck, turned me to the side by my hip, and bent me over his knee.
I yelped.
He restrained my wrists with one hand and held them at the small of my back while holding my legs between his. With a free hand, he struck.
I screamed.
He rubbed the sore spot. “Keep your eyes on the floor.”
“It hurts!”
“It should.”
“It doesn’t hurt. Spanking doesn’t hurt.”
“How would you know that?”
Slap!
I had lied. I’d not only read about it, so I kept my mouth clamped, my eyes on the colorful Persian rug.
Nentres continued. “I have no intention of asking you about spanking because I’m pretty sure I’ll hear things that will make me want to burn down the habitat.”
Slap!
Oh my God, that hurt. My ass cheek burned. “Not so hard!”
He struck again, and I tried to wiggle away, but when I couldn’t, I got mad and said, “My ex-boyfriend spanked me. It didn’t hurt.”
Nentres bent over my bottom.
I looked up and away from the floor to see him getting the spoon from the table.
“Noooooo,” I groaned.
He put the spoon on the floor right before my face and struck my bottom so hard, tears made the spoon waver in my vision. I got the message and clamped my mouth shut
. Nentres didn’t spank me like my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t spank me because I asked for it either, or to make me hot. He spanked me to punish me. It hurt and burned, and I barely held back my tears.
I couldn’t hold back my arousal. And he knew it, because when he finished, he slid a finger down my entrance, then gave it to me so I could suck on it while he released my hands. Then his hand was free to stroke my bottom before his fingers found my clit. He pinched and pulled and rubbed, and I would have panted had his finger left my mouth.
I bobbed my head on his thumb.
Nentres growled and flipped me over, pushed my shoulders down, and fisted my hair. When we locked eyes, I clearly saw his pupils in vertical slits with a red glow around them. Before I could say anything, Nentres took out his cock. It was long and thick and hard. I reached for it, but he caught my wrist. “With your talented mouth.”
I parted my lips so he could shove it inside. Then I did nothing but relax and rest my hands on his thighs, because Nentres did everything like he’d done everything else since I’d met him. Anyway, it pleased him. He fucked himself with my mouth, using it to get himself worked up while I gagged every time the tip of his big dick struck the back of my throat. “I love your mouth,” he said and pushed my face down so his dick blocked my airway. I couldn’t breathe as warm cum shot down my throat. When I gagged, he let me up, and I laid my cheek on his thigh, trying to catch my breath. He threw his head back and groaned. “Thank you,” he said.
“Welcome?” As I sat between his legs with my bare ass on my heels and my face in his crotch, I noticed another…length inside his sweatpants. It almost looked like he had two cocks. I raised my head to see what the hell I was seeing and if I had this crazy, wild imagination.
I’d seen Nentres’s pupils change shape.
I’d seen a dragon.
It spit fire on me, and I did not burn.
Now, I imagined a man had two dicks.
I opened my mouth, intent on declaring myself insane, but Nentres chose that moment to tuck his still-hard dick into his sweatpants and scoop me off the floor. He sat me on his lap, palmed the back of my head, and brought our mouths together. He kissed me slowly again, taking his time, his tongue guiding mine, his hand tilting my head anyway he wanted it. He devoured my mouth, his five-o’clock shadow making my lips heat. It would be amazing to marry a guy who kissed like this.