by Sorcha Black
“Beautiful.” He just stood there staring at her, and she ducked her head. “Elodie pointed it out when we first met you, but for some reason I didn’t notice right away. You hide this from people. You act so shy you fade into the background, but now that we’ve seen you, you have no way to hide from us.”
Elodie cleared her throat, but neither Tess nor Lock noticed right away.
“Ahem! Dragon Shifter! You’re out of character.”
Lock frowned at Elodie. Unfazed, she cocked her head cheekily, her hands on her hips.
“Get on with the deflowering already!”
He didn’t dignify that with a response, but led Tess over to the bed. “Sit.”
Tess complied, and he leaned down to kiss her, then laid her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge.
“I need to check to see if you’re still a virgin, or my deal with your village elders is null and void. This might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first.”
She nodded at him then glanced over at Elodie, who was standing on her toes and craning her neck, trying to see around Lock’s broad frame. When Tess giggled, Lock followed her gaze.
“Come here and lie beside your friend. I’ll be checking you later.”
“But Sir! I already told you I’m not a virgin.” Elodie sat next to Tess then stretched out alongside her. Her bare skin touched Tess’s in several places and Tess sighed in pleasure.
Lock reclaimed Tess’s attention, by stroking her thighs, then unwrapping her from the rest of the toga. “What a sweet little pussy,” he murmured. “Now let me see if you’re as pure as they claim you are.”
He spread her legs and crouched between them. Gently, Lock drew a finger along her slit then left tickly paths along her labia. Her own breaths were ragged, and Lock’s every exhalation cooled her warmth. What was he going to do?
The tip of his finger broached her, spread her slickness around then pressed inside. His thumb rubbed over her clit, then he leaned in and flicked his tongue over it. Tess squeaked. The finger pressed deep within, then curved to hit a spot that was uncomfortable but made her weak and so very aroused.
“What are you...ngh!”
He pressed against the same spot again and she tried to scramble back, but Elodie held her down.
“Shh. I know it’s overwhelming, but just let him make you feel good.” Elodie pressed kisses to the side of her face.
Lock used his mouth and fingers to make her writhe then when she was seconds from coming, he stopped.
“Bastard!” Tess barked in frustration then covered her mouth with both hands. Oops.
He stood, towering over them. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he glared.
Aw, man! She seriously needed to get a better sub filter.
Lock went to Elodie, grabbed a handful of her red curls and tugged her to her feet. The kiss he gave her was hard, and she whimpered as he forced his tongue into her mouth.
“Just as I suspected.” Eyeing them one after the other, he sneered. “You led me to believe she was untouched, but instead she tastes like you.” He grabbed Elodie’s arm and shook her, then dragged her to the dresser.
“I don’t understand! How could you...” Elodie objected, but Lock twisted her arm and pulled her close.
“Don’t bother lying to me. I can smell you on each other. You can’t pass her off as a virgin, even if she’s as tight as one.”
“Well, she’s never been with a man.” Elodie smirked. “Isn’t that all men really care about?”
From the top drawer, he fished out a pair of leather cuffs and buckled them on Elodie’s wrists. After tying them together, he brought her back and ran a rope from the top of the four-poster bed to the cuffs. With her hands secured above her head, the curve of her ass was on full display. Seeing Elodie helpless and at Lock’s mercy, was sensual and more mentally stimulating than Tess would have guessed it would be. Maybe she was a voyeur?
Then he was manhandling Tess, buckling cuffs onto her wrists. He brought her to Elodie, and tied her the same way, so they were face to face.
“Do you remember your safeword, Souris?”
Things did look like they were going that way, didn’t they? Crap. “Yes. He’s not going to do anything dangerous, is he?”
“Non, non. He knows what he’s doing.”
Lock unbuckled his belt and yanked it from his belt loops. The sound was sinister, but Elodie’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, even though he hadn’t touched her.
“This is in my way.” He pulled Elodie’s poncho-like tunic off over her head, and the fabric slid along Tess’s nipples where she and Elodie were pressed together. The lack of side seams meant that he didn’t have to untie Elodie to get it all the way off. “The two of you are going to regret your lies.”
He stepped behind Elodie and swung the belt. It connected with a disturbing crack. Two more followed the first. The speed of them shocked Tess, and when Elodie went up on her toes and shrieked, she yanked at the cuffs as though they’d give way. They didn’t.
“Fuck! No warm-up, Sir?”
Lock moved close behind her and grabbed her throat. “Do you think this is a game, whore? You tried to trick me into believing she was a virgin. You’re getting less of a punishment than you deserve.” He bit the spot between her shoulder and neck and Elodie moaned then yelped. When he pulled his mouth away, a perfect bruised bite mark stayed behind. “Do you deserve to be punished?”
Elodie gasped and her eyes rolled back. At first Tess was terrified he was choking her, but then she realized Elodie was just loving it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a dirty whore and I seduced a good girl. I couldn’t help it though, Master. Just look at her!”
He did. Lock’s feral gaze was hungry and intimidating.
Tess wanted to run away – but she also wanted him to chase her. She pressed her thighs together. Could a girl get off just from being looked at?
Just when she thought she couldn’t bear another second of his attention, he turned it back to Elodie.
“You called me Master, dirty whore. Am I your Master now?” His grip on Elodie’s throat tightened and her eyes went round with panic, but he let go almost immediately. “Whose whore are you?”
“I’m your whore, Master,” she whimpered, struggling to press back against him. Her mouth trembled, and she couldn’t seem to focus.
He backed away then beat her with his belt for a few minutes, his strokes slow and measured. Close enough to kiss, Tess watched Elodie’s expression change from wild to dreamy. With Elodie’s body pressed against hers, she felt her every reaction. When he switched the belt for a thin wooden stick, Elodie was already dangling from her wrists. Now each blow made Elodie squeal and writhe. As an observer, Tess couldn’t decide if she, herself, was scared, turned on, or both.
Lock unbuckled Elodie and carried her to the bed, laying her on her side and covering her with a blanket. “Such a good girl for me.” He kissed Elodie’s face and she snuggled into the blankets with a contented sigh.
“Hello, little Mouse. Were you worried I forgot about you?”
Shit. With Elodie in la-la land, it was just Lock and Tess. Elodie had sort of taken on a handler’s role. He was the beast, and Elodie had held him at bay – reining him in when she felt he was getting too intense for Tess. The way he looked at her wasn’t reassuring.
“N-no, Sir.” She cringed back from his attempt to touch her, and he shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans as though to keep them out of trouble. Her gaze traveled over his chest, following the ridges of muscle down to the vertical muscle that disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. The outline of his hard cock was apparent, and she only realized she was staring when he cleared his throat.
“Do you need this to stop, Tess?” he asked, his breathing slower, as though he was forcing himself to calm down. “I’m in control. I can stop this anytime if you feel unsafe.”
She glanced at E
lodie, who was watching them with bleary eyes, then back at Lock. Limits. He’d told her it was okay to have them and that he wanted to know what hers were. “We can keep going. I just don’t know if I can handle being beaten like that.”
Lock moved closer. “What I do with Elodie, I do because we both enjoy it. You’re new to this and new to me. I would never play that hard with a submissive I didn’t know well. Do you even like being hit?”
“Maybe? I liked watching you and Elodie together, but maybe that doesn’t mean anything. I could tell she liked it, but I have no frame of reference.” She frowned.
Lock pulled his hands out of his pocket and rubbed a thumb over her brow, urging her to stop frowning.
“Why don’t we start with a warm-up, and see where things go? Use your safeword if you want to and we can decide what to do instead.” He brought his hand to her ribs and rested there, making all of the nerve endings crazy and jumpy. “You’re still not used to being touched, are you Mouse?”
“No, Sir.”
He slid his hands up her sides, then moved behind her, trailing his fingers over her bareness. Once he was behind her, he moved close. His lips left a trail of gentle kisses up the side of her neck, and her brain started to melt. Huge hands cupped her tiny breasts, and she forced away the feeling that her body wasn’t good enough for him. If it wasn’t, would he be touching her like this? A kiss landed on the back of her neck, and her shudder made him chuckle.
“You’re such a responsive little thing. Every touch makes you tense. Am I scaring you?”
God, his voice was so close to her ear. Goose bumps chased each other up her spine. Why did he do that so much? The way he touched her and talked to her made her feel like her skin could come if he kept it up.
“No. My back is just...and you talking in my ear...” She whimpered and he made a sound of approval.
“Your back? You probably shouldn’t have told me that.” His kisses moved to her neck again, then his fingers were everywhere on her back, caressing and tickling, and his mouth leaving warm trails that cooled as he moved on to other spots. When he nipped her, here and there, she squealed and tried to wriggle away, but with her arms caught above her, she was helpless to stop him. All she could do was grunt and shudder. Her mouth opened so she could beg him to stop, but she really, really didn’t want him to.
He hovered over her lower back, planting several tiny kisses just above her ass. Every muscle in her body tensed.
“What’s the matter, Tess? Are you worried I’m going to do something?” His fingers skimmed the crack of her ass, and she went up on her toes and tried to shift out of reach. He chuckled, but stopped. “Your reactions to being touched there are addictive, little Mouse.”
“It feels dirty and bad.” She shook her head and partially turned to look back at him.
“And that’s why you love it. Besides, Elodie just washed you. You’re not dirty.” He smirked. “I wonder how you’d react to getting licked there?”
“Ew! No!” She glared at him, which just made him laugh harder.
“Fine. You won’t let me do what I want, so now I’m going to beat you, and we’re going to have a conversation.”
“Beat me?” Her voice had gone high pitched, but she didn’t care. Maybe she should point out that she was tied up and he could lick her anywhere he wanted? It sounded better than being beaten.
He grabbed each of her hands in turn then nodded like he was happy with something. “Your circulation is good. Relax. Beating is just a figure of speech. I’m going to hit you gently, and you’re going to tell me if you’re okay. Okay?” He went to the dresser and took a leather whippy thing out of the drawer.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a flogger.” Lock trailed it over her body and went behind her. It looked like a big leather tassel. Not exactly intimidating. He was a lot scarier with a belt in his hand.
He brushed it over her ass a few times then increased the force to a few gentle whaps. It wasn’t so bad. Slowly, he worked up to thuds. It was pleasant, but it didn’t make her feel all spacey like getting hit seemed to do for Elodie.
“How was that?”
She shrugged as well as she could with her hands tied above her. “Fine. Am I allowed to say boring?”
“Boring? Hmm, we’ll have to fix that.” He threw the flogger back on the dresser and grabbed his belt off the bed. With his belt in his hand he looked dangerous – hot, mean, like he could make her like all sorts of horrible things.
Something quivered in her belly, and she started to tremble.
“Shh, I won’t do it as hard as I do with Elodie, even if you enjoy it.”
Her head bobbed in a nod, but the way she was shivering made it feel as though there was a small earthquake running through her.
“What’s the matter, Tess?” he murmured in her ear.
She mewled and her nipples got so hard she was afraid they’d pop off.
“The belt, Sir.”
“The belt scares you?”
Yes, in a good way. Not that he needed that information just yet.
“Hit me – please.” Fuck. What was she doing?
“You want to see what it’s like for real?”
She could hear it sliding in his hands, and couldn’t answer, even though her body was reacting loud and clear. When she pressed her thighs together, they were slick. He thought this was curiosity, but it was more.
The belt smacked her ass, hard enough to catch her attention, stinging slightly. She adjusted her stance, making it easier for him to hit her.
“Are you presenting your ass for punishment, not-quite-virgin sacrifice?”
Is that what she was doing? She tried not to stick her ass out quite so blatantly, but it was too late anyway, since he’d seen her do it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you a good girl or a bad girl?”
“A good girl?”
A stinging blow landed on her bottom and she went up on her toes and hissed.
“If you’re such a good girl, why did you let the other girl in the village touch you?”
She thought of Elodie touching her, and when added to the tingling and heaviness in her girl bits, the way her ass was throbbing, and the knowledge that Lock liked hitting her and touching her, she got impatient for more.
“I knew it was bad, Sir, but it felt good, so it was hard to stop her.”
His next belt stroke was harder, and she screeched and went up on her toes. She clenched her muscles and blew out a long breath, trying to process the pain as it made her pussy throb in time with her ass. Fuck – why was she liking this?
“How does she make you feel good?”
Heh heh, dirty man. He wanted details, even if she made them up.
“When they sent us to bathe in the river, before they brought us to you, she told me I was pretty. No one has ever said that to me before. She offered to help me take off my dress, which I thought was awfully nice of her.”
“And then?” The belt hung slack in his fingers and she smiled inwardly. Distracted much?
“Then she took off her dress and I saw how well she was made. I felt shy so I covered myself, but she pushed my hands away and played with my tits anyway.”
“Uh huh. Did you like that?”
“Yes. I should have stopped her, but it felt so good, Sir.”
He started to play with her nipples, sending zings of pleasure to her core, and she realized her own story was turning her on.
“Like this?”
“No, Sir. Girl touches are...softer.”
He groaned and ground his jean-covered hard-on against her welted ass. Ouch!
“What happened then? Did you wash in the river?”
Ugh. Seriously? Could he just do it already? It was getting really hard to concentrate. Fine. She’d make it good.
“Yes. Then when we came out, she said she wanted to taste me once, before a man spoiled me. I didn’t know what she meant, but she made me lie in the grass. She spread my legs and...a
nd...”
This time his groan was pained then he chuckled and made a sound of frustration.
“Stop there. You’re too good at this.” Lock backed off and hit her twice more with the belt. “I’m going to end up throwing you down and doing this the unpleasant way if you tell me the rest of your story.”
She rubbed against him. “Mmm. The unpleasant way sounds fun. Can I have the unpleasant way, Sir?” Maybe she was playing with fire, but she was so frustrated she was willing to do anything to get some relief.
“That’s lust talking. I’m not going to fuck you rough the first time. We have to ease into things.”
“I’m starting to wish I volunteered for the volcano.”
“Aww, what’s the matter?” He moved to where she could see him.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t reply.
“Is this what you want?” His hand went between her legs and when he discovered how wet she was, his eyes narrowed. The heat between her legs should have melted his hand, but damn dragon shifters appeared to be immune to that sort of thing. “My, my. What have we here?”
“It’s nothing, Sir.”
“Oh, it’s something. And tonight it’s mine.” He worked a finger up into her, the burning stretch making her hiss. How this was supposed to be more pleasant and satisfying than rubbing her clit, she had no idea.
At first she didn’t realize he was watching her face.
“That bad?”
Oops. She was wincing at him. Replacing the wince with a brave smile was work, but she managed it. “It’s okay. Your fingers are just big.”
“That’s only one. My dick is bigger.”
“Please, Sir. Let’s not talk about that right now.” Even to her own ears her voice sounded strained.
Lock let her body get used to him, then pumped his finger in and out a few times. He played with her clit and her body started to have a less negative opinion of what his fingers were doing.
“If you kiss her, she’ll enjoy it more.” Elodie’s voice startled Tess’s attention away from what Lock was doing for a second. It threw off his rhythm.