In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

  “If we have a girl, can we name her Linda?” I asked.

  “Whatever you want,” Ben said. We crawled into bed.

  “Maybe we should get a dog first. Baby steps,” I suggested. Ben laughed and this time he laughed long and hard, tears falling from his eyes. He lay back on the pillows.

  “Whatever you want baby. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy,” he told me. I lay on his chest.

  “Ok, then a dog it is,” I said. Ben had already fallen asleep, a smile on his face.

  *****

  Ménage

  The next day, I woke up bright and early. It was a new day with new opportunities. When Ben got up, we got dressed and went out for breakfast. I ordered over-easy eggs, French toast, bacon and a mimosa. Ben ordered an omelet, Belgian waffles, sausages, and a mimosa. I loved mimosas, especially with breakfast.

  “So what do you have planned for today?” Ben asked me as he took a bite of his omelet.

  “The question is, what do I have planned for us today,” I corrected him with a smile, taking a sip of my mimosa.

  “And the answer to that question would be?” he asked.

  “We’re going to go pick up our baby girl!” I exclaimed, smiling big. Ben looked confused. “Today, we become parents.”

  “What are you talking about Mya?” Ben asked. Instead of laughing, I just rubbed my hands together and laughed maniacally.

  We had ridden in Ben’s Bentley so after breakfast, I asked if I could drive. Ben complied without a second thought. I drove us straight to an adoption center. Pet adoption that is!

  “We’re going to adopt a puppy!” I announced, clapping my hands together. Ben laughed.

  “You make me laugh,” he said, slipping his hand into mine.

  “I love nothing more than making you laugh,” I told him, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. We entered the adoption center, where a young blonde woman was behind the counter. She paid me no mind, only looking at Ben with these groupie eyes that made me want to claw her eyes out of their sockets, but instead I kept it composed and classy.

  “How may I help you today?” she asked Ben with the biggest goofiest smile that could most definitely get her slapped.

  “We are interested in adopting a dog,” I told her with my sweetest fakest smile. Her smile faltered ever so slightly, but she kept it together.

  “If you follow me, I’ll show you to our dogs,” she said before leading us to the back. In the back, there were all types of animals. Dogs, cats, birds, ferrets, and I wanted them all! They were all so cute! The blonde led us to where the dogs were and I took the leisure to peruse the cages. She thought that she was going to stand and chat with Ben but he walked away from her to follow me. I didn’t even try to hide my grin.

  “So what kind are you looking for?” Ben asked me.

  “A small, cute, fluffy one,” I explained. There were plenty that fit this description, but I knew that I would know the one when I saw it. And I did. It was a cute fluffy, Pomeranian that ran straight to the door of its cage to see me and I just knew. “This is the one,” I announced. The blonde opened the cage and attached a leash to the dog’s collar.

  “Her name is Polly,” she told us as she led us back to the front.

  “Not anymore it isn’t,” I muttered. We went to stand on the other side of the counter where I was able to play with the dog whose name once was Polly. I filled out the adoption paperwork and when it was time to write down her name, I wrote ‘Ménage.’ Disapproval flashed across the blonde’s face. Ben laughed.

  “Ménage?” she asked.

  “That’s right. Bye now!” I said with a little wave, leading my dog and my husband outside. We got in the car, Ben driving this time. Ménage sat in my lap and I played with her throughout the ride.

  “Ménage?” Ben asked.

  “A little reminder of this chapter of our lives,” I stated with a smile.

  “Ah,” Ben said nodding.

  “I’m going to order clothes for her online,” I told him. Then I had a fabulous idea. “Oh, my god! Let’s have a photo shoot!” Ben rolled his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said grinning. Ménage barked. When I got home, Ben went and got his camera. When he returned, he began snapping away pictures of me and Ménage interacting. After a while, I headed upstairs to the bedroom and lay on the bed with Ménage. She curled up beside me while I stroked her soft fur.

  Ben took a few more pictures, then put down his camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to him, but Ménage started growling. I giggled.

  “Already territorial,” Ben pointed out, shaking his head.

  “She knows who her mom is,” I said and kissed the little dog on top of her little head. When Ménage was asleep, I crawled over to Ben and lay in his arms. He kissed me on the forehead and then on the cheek and finally on the lips. Ben reached under my shirt, over my soft belly and under my bra to grab a handful of one of my breasts. He squeezed as he kissed me, kissing on my neck. I stuck my hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs. His skin was soft and smooth under my fingertips. I pulled off my shirt and unsnapped my bra, causing my breasts to bounce. Ben pulled off his shirt and stood up to take off his jeans. There was a tent in his boxers. I pulled off my pants and panties and lay back on the bed. Ben took off his boxers and stood over me, his weapon pointing straight at me. We hadn’t done missionary in a while and I wanted him on top of me.

  Ben slid inside me while kissing me, my arms wrapped around his neck. He stroked slowly between my legs and licked my neck. Then he grabbed my breasts and pushed them up, sucking on one nipple and then on the other. I let my hands explore his strong back, loving how the muscles felt under his smooth skin. Then I slid my hands down, grabbing his firm butt cheeks. I slid a hand between them, close to the hole, but didn’t touch it. I didn’t want to throw him off. When he didn’t react, I did it again, this time grazing his butthole with his finger. He clenched his cheeks slightly, but kept the rhythm as he stroked. He pulled out and flipped me over, lying me flat on my stomach as he pinned my arms down with one hand. I stuck my bottom up ever so slightly with the side of my face pressed against the bed. With his free hand, Ben guided his dick back inside me, thrusting deep while I moaned.

  Ben let go of my hands and gripped my soft ass cheeks, thrusting in and out. I raised up a little more so that I could throw my ass back, but kept my torso on the bed. Ben slapped my ass until I cried out and I looked back at him, making it wiggle. Ben thrust faster and harder, going deeper as he caressed my clit with his fingers. His other hand grabbed my hair and pulled, making me arch deeper as he fucked me. Ben reached over and licked my ear, knowing that drove me crazy making me fuck him back wilder and wetter. I pushed myself up onto my knees, bouncing my ass on him until it made a clapping sound. I forced him back, but then he cried out and jumped out of me and off of the bed. I sat back, looking confused and bewildered.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, but Ben wasn’t looking at me, he was pointing and looking at Ménage.

  “That dog just licked my ass!” he exclaimed. I burst into laughter.

  “Come back to bed baby and finish what you started,” I coaxed seductively, lying back with my legs opened wide. Ben shook his head and crossed his arms.

  “Not until that dog is out of our room,” Ben demanded. I sucked my teeth, but shoed Ménage off of the bed. She jumped off and ran out of the room and Ben closed the door behind her. I rubbed his back.

  “Ménage just wanted a ménage,” I couldn’t help myself and I got caught in another fit of laughing. Ben didn’t find it very funny. He stood back up.

  “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said. I looked between his legs. He didn’t look ready to go to work. I stood up too, slowly walking towards him.

  “We’ve got business to finish in here first,” I told him as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed me around the ass and lifted me up as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Ben sli
pped his dick back inside me and while holding my ass, bounced me up and down. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back as he licked up my neck to my chin. I bounced back, grinding back and forth on him. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, thrusting harder. I was about to come. I closed my eyes, moaning and riding while Ben thrusted inside of me and sucked on my neck. I came, hard and loud, tensing up and squirming as he fucked me faster. Now, it was his turn. With a mighty roar, Ben came deep inside me. We came together while Ménage scratched and cried from the other side of the door. Ben carried me to the bed and we lay down. We fell asleep with our legs tangled together.

  Ménage eventually stopped barking and probably ran off somewhere in the house to pee. I was too tired to care. I lay in my lovers arms without a care in the world. My ear to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat as it slowed down, finding its pace. I watched the rise and fall of his chest and he breathed deep, letting me know that he was already asleep. I snuggled up close to him and finally fell asleep myself.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 26/40

  Her Dream Come True

  Tessa James held the lottery ticket in her shaking hand, and stuffed it back in her pocket to hide it from the people milling about the corner store. She couldn’t believe her eyes when the scanner had declared her a winner. And not just any winner, but the winner.

  She had to get out of Alta Loma quickly and find the nearest lotto office before someone found out she was carrying millions in her pocket.

  The only problem was, Tessa didn’t have a car and she had no idea where to find the nearest California lottery office.

  She walked out of the store briskly, passing a homeless man on her way. He was a regular, sitting in the streets day after day with a sign pleading for help. Tessa always gave what she could, but living on her own and barely scraping by herself made it hard for her to do anything.

  But today was different.

  She reached into her left pocket, the lotto ticket still firmly shoved into her right pocket-and pulled out a ten dollar bill. She placed it in his hand, smiling at him warmly.

  “Hey Sid, what’s the good news today?”

  “The world’s going to end any day now, Baby, but you’ll be fine until the end.”

  Tessa guessed Sid’s age to be about sixty, a full forty something years older than Tessa herself. She didn’t know what had led the man to become street dependent, but she could guess. Most everyone she knew was one missed paycheck away from living on the street. Tessa was no exception to this, though her situation had changed drastically overnight.

  The trolley station was within sight, and Tessa breathed a sigh of relief. It would only take her a few minutes to get out of crime-ridden Alta Loma and to the downtown area. Once there, she would find a quiet place to get the information she needed.

  She looked at her watch. It was only ten in the morning. She had plenty of time.

  She flashed her monthly pass to the metro guard and climbed the stairs of the middle car. The only open seat was next to a middle-aged white man, so Tessa smiled at him and asked him if the seat was open.

  To her surprise, he smiled back and moved over, giving her plenty of room to sit without being jammed against him. Which was good, since her pocketed hand was between them, and she wasn’t about to let go of the ticket, or bring it out and show it off.

  People had died for much less in her neighborhood.

  Tessa’s stomach was in knots as the Trolley lurched forward and sped between each stop. She tried to breathe slowly, in and out, staying as calm as possible. Which was difficult, because she wanted to scream to the rooftops that she was a millionaire!

  A woman and a small child got on the trolley, sitting across from her and the gentleman beside her. The little girl was no more than four, carrying a tattered dolly that had seen better days. Both the doll and the child had blonde hair and startling blue eyes.

  The little girl looked at Tessa, smiling broadly and waving her little pinky finger at Tessa.

  “Can I touch your hair?” the little girl blurted out, completely unashamed.

  “Jenny, don’t be rude,” the mom turned to Tessa and smiled an apology, “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Tessa said, smiling at the little girl. “Of course you can touch my hair.”

  She bent over and the little girl reached out, feeling Tessa’s hair and marveling at the texture.

  “I wish my hair would stand up like that.” The little girl’s face was full of awe, and Tessa couldn’t help but laugh.

  The mother opened her mouth, her face turning red with embarrassment, but Tessa held up her hand.

  “No worries. She’s just curious. She’s not the only child to say something about my hair. The natural look isn’t really in right now.”

  Tessa winked at the little girl, “I like your hair too. When I was little, I wanted to have blond hair and blue eyes just like you.”

  “But your eyes look like chocolate. I like your eyes.”

  “We always want what we can’t have, but I’m going to tell you what my mom told me; you are beautiful just the way you are and that’s something to be celebrated.”

  Jenny sat back in her seat, smiling shyly at Tessa over her doll’s head. Jenny’s mom mouthed “thank you” to Tessa before looking out the window and watching the scenery pass by.

  And just like that, they’d dissolved to the Californian default; preferring to look out windows rather than connect with their fellow man.

  Tessa looked up and saw a large public library as the trolley pulled to a stop. She jumped up, careful to keep her hand in her pocket and waved good bye to Jenny. The little girl blew her a kiss and Tessa blew one back. Her heart melted.

  She walked quickly down the platform and had to force herself not to run into the library. The woman at the information desk greeted her and directed her to the computers in the back. Tessa chose one that was in an empty row and quickly looked up the location of the nearest lottery office.

  Relief flooded through her when she saw that it wasn’t far. Maybe another thirty minutes on the metro bus line and half a mile on foot. She could be there in an hour.

  She checked her back pocket, making sure her wallet was still safely zipped inside. These jeans weren’t exactly in style, but Tessa didn’t care. In a neighborhood where people lifted wallets all the time, she liked the added security of an extra step to get to hers.

  She closed the computer screen and left the library, stepping up to the bus stop right outside a few moments before the bus pulled up. Pulling out her wallet to flash her pass, she gave the driver her biggest smile. He was driving her to the beginning of her new life. Even if he didn’t know it, she was still beyond happy to see him.

  *****

  “You’re a winner, Ms. James.”

  Her entire world changed in an instant.

  Tessa played the words over and over in her head as she rode the trolley back home. After taxes, she was just over fifty million dollars richer, and she was riding public transportation. It would take up to twenty-one days for them to deposit the money in her bank account. Until then, she was still living the way she always had.

  The next few weeks would be hard, but Tessa knew she could get through them. All she had to do was keep her good fortune to herself and she would be out of Alta Loma in no time at all.

  Or so she thought.

  Within a week of winning, the news had spread like wildfire.

  Her phone started ringing off the hook from morning to night. The diner where she worked was suddenly packed with customers; all wanting to see the girl that had won millions. She was constantly harassed.

  On the twenty-first day, Tessa sat on her couch, trying to remain calm. She had splurged and bought a new cellphone. The bill wasn’t due for a month, but she was nervous nonetheless. She couldn’t afford the high-end smart phone otherwise, and she had locked herself into a contract.

  She had checked her bank account several times already
since midnight, but it still showed the same balance. Six dollars and sixty-three cents.

  Tessa took a business card out of her wallet and dialed the number of the lottery office. She asked to speak with Morton Phillips, the man who had confirmed her winnings. She was connected almost immediately.

  “How can I help you, Ms. James?” His voice was cheerful and friendly.

  “It’s been twenty-one days and I’m wondering when my winnings are going to post.” She tried to keep her voice light, but panic was setting in.

  “It’s twenty-one business days. You have about a week before your payment will process.”

  Her heart sank. She couldn’t wait another week. There was no way the money she had would last that long. Fighting back tears, she looked at the stack of overdue bills. It was Friday. Monday morning her electricity and her water was getting cut off. She didn’t have a week.

  “I can’t wait that long.” Her voice caught and she tried to hide her fear.

  She heard Morton sigh on the other line and she waited, hoping he had the answer.

  “If you take your lottery documents to a bank, you can probably get a personal loan.”

  Tessa looked at the clock. It was a little after one o’clock. She could get to the bank in time, if she hurried.

  “Thank you, so much,” she said and hung up the phone.

  She looked around the room, wondering if anything there was worth keeping. Her furniture had been in the apartment when she had moved in, and other than that, she hadn’t really accumulated much.

  She grabbed a worn backpack and stuffed her meager personal effects in it. Walking through the entire apartment, she didn’t see anything else to bring along.

  Tessa didn’t know why, but she found this sad. Twenty-six years old, she had been in the apartment for almost a year, and all of her prized possessions fit easily into a backpack.

  She turned the lock behind her and left the key on the hook beside the apartment manager’s door. If the bank didn’t give her the loan, she didn’t know what she was going to do. But she wasn’t going to come back here again.