My Dragon Masters

by Krystal Shannan

  “Nope, everything is running smoother than molasses. We have four guests in the main hall tonight running scenes, three in the lower dungeon, and two in private rooms. All are repeat visitors and well-loved by the Sisters. We do have one contract completion this evening and it’s her first, so I’ve got several Sisters in the wings to take her afterward and make sure she is settled once he checks out for the night.”

  I listened. Fascinated and confused by the entire conversation. Now wasn’t the time to ask questions. Eli had already warned me to let everything go and to try to just feel. I tried to honor that request. There would be plenty of time to pick their brains about the Sisters and the club later.

  “You run a tight ship, Seely. Thank you,” said Miles.

  Eli closed the door behind him and turned. “Have you had to whip anyone lately?”

  The woman’s face split into a stunning smile and she flashed bright white teeth. Her blue hair rippled in the soft light and she patted the crop hanging from her waist. “Not for a while. But, I’ve been propositioned by more than one man to punish them. Did you know Master Carter was a switch? Nearly turned my hair pink when he offered to bend over and let me whip his ass.”

  Eli laughed and shook his head. “That actually doesn’t surprise me at all.”

  “Is the black room available tonight?” Miles asked.

  The woman they’d called Seely looked down at her pad. “Yes, black is open.” She reached into the pouch hanging next to the crop and withdrew a small key attached to a shiny black disk. She placed the key into his outstretched hand and bowed subtly before sauntering off to attend to something else.

  My mates turned to face me and Eli crooked a finger, motioning me to follow.

  I took a deep breath and followed him, this time Miles followed behind me. He was so close, I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder.

  “Are you ready to have your mind blown?” he whispered over my shoulder. “This is how Eli and I have learned to cope with the cage of being unable to shift. I think you will like it, Love.”

  My heart raced in my chest and my legs threatened to give way. I was so wet between my legs, even I could smell my arousal. If he’d asked me to turn around right here in the hall and suck him off, I would’ve.

  “Answer him, subbie,” Eli said from ahead of me.

  “Yes, Master.” I spoke the words, but they were no louder than a whisper.

  “Speak clearly,” Miles commanded.

  “Yes, Master,” I repeated, this time louder and clearer.

  “Good girl,” Miles praised.

  They were two words that should’ve made me feel irritated. I wasn’t a pet or a child, but the tone of voice used to speak those two words to me made every difference. Instead of resentment, I felt desire, pleasure, and excitement. Heat coursed through me, warming my body from head to foot. I was so pale. The slightest blush would show on my skin. I knew I had to be pink from my bare legs to my face.

  We walked quietly through a large hall with several couples engaging in a variety of activities, from spanking to rope bindings. People were having sex out in the open, in view of whomever walked by. It was a strange atmosphere. Dark floors, dark walls, and music unlike anything I’d ever heard, pumped from the ceilings of the room—a hard beat, animalistic and sensual at the same time.

  Everything was controlled, though. Discipline and decisiveness were like perfume in the air. Every move by the people around me was made with precision. Every breath. Every stroke of whatever implement they were using was being done with the utmost care and concern. Even those persons causing a great deal of pain to their partner, never lost focus.

  It was amazing to see the couples going through various activities together. I could understand the appeal it held for my husbands. Without the ability to shift and allow our dragon some space, we would become restless and angry. This exchange of power and of restraint would be essential to maintaining control over the beast within.

  Eli stopped at a black door, inserted the key, and opened it. He walked in first and I followed, not quite prepared for everything I saw.

  My feet stopped moving and I stared. Strange contraptions I’d never seen before were spread around the edges of the room. Whips and paddles and other instruments I had no names for decorated the walls like art. The floor was padded black carpet and at the back of the room a large bed wrapped in black sheets looked inviting.

  A tap on my shoulder reminded me Miles was still behind me.

  “Inside, love. We’ll not be putting on a show for anyone.”

  I took a few more steps and he closed the door behind us.

  Eli moved around the room, pulling several items from the wall and then pushed some lighted spots on the wall. An unfamiliar grinding noise echoed through the space as several different chains and bars lowered from the ceiling.

  Fascination wouldn’t let me look away. He attached some leather straps to several places on the bars and I shivered as a bolt of excitement skittered down my spine. It looked like a harness that would suspend me in the air.

  “Take off the robe, fold it, and place it on the table behind you,” Miles said, walking around me to join Eli at the contraption in the center of the room.

  I did as told, keeping my eyes on both men the entire time. Cool air rushed over my naked body, raising gooseflesh on my skin from head to foot. I shivered and flipped my long white-blonde hair over my shoulder. My chest heaved up and down as excitement built within me. I wanted them so badly; my arousal was dripping down the inside of my thighs. Licking my lips, I took a step toward them, then paused, not sure what they wanted me to do next.

  “Come.” Miles’ voice was deep and commanding. It was just one word, but I knew it was just the beginning of the experience.

  Moving swiftly across the room, I stopped and stood between Miles and Eli.

  “Any time you feel uncomfortable, say the word “yellow”. We will slow down and talk about the experience before proceeding. If something completely overwhelms you use the safe word “red”. Everything stops if you say “red” so be very sure before using it. Do you understand?” Eli asked, using a finger to lift my chin. He held eye contact with me until I answered.

  “Yes,” I answered, nodding.

  Miles and Eli guided my arms between several loose straps and made sure my breasts fit between to thicker straps that would support my chest and torso once suspended.

  I stepped below the apparatus of metal bars above me and they fastened chains and straps into place. Each man was ever so careful to make sure nothing pinched or rubbed as they raised me up.

  I faced the floor as each of them picked up each of my legs simultaneously and threaded them through another set of straps, sliding them to the tops of my thighs. Another set of straps was fixed around my lower thighs, just above the knee. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but something was attached to those straps and my legs were pulled apart and fastened tautly, pussy wide for them to see or do as they pleased. Cuffs were placed around my ankles and attached by a short chain to something above me, rendering me almost completely immobile.

  My breasts swayed freely below me and I arched my back, feeling strain between my shoulders and my hips.

  “Here, love,” Eli cooed, sliding his hands around my waist. Another strap followed, supporting my stomach and taking the strain from my back.

  I sunk into the support and sighed. It was strange to be so confined and so relaxed at the same time. I completely trusted Miles and Eli. Being restrained during lovemaking was nothing new to me. There wasn’t much the three of us hadn’t done together in previous years, but these toys were new and the more formal Dominant attitude was different. I liked it, but it was a new experience. For once they had me wondering what was coming next.

  “I’m tying your hair back with a scarf to keep it from your face. Then you’re wearing this blindfold,” Eli said. I appreciated the warning and craned my neck to look up at him. He knelt in front of me, a wide smile o
n his face. “You’re so beautiful, Diana. I’m glad you wanted to explore the club with us.”

  I started to speak, but then considered if it was appropriate.

  Eli caught my uncertainty. “You don’t have to speak when we complement you, love. I know this is more formal that how we’ve played in the past. You are doing excellent.”

  His explanation and extra complement made my heart swell. I knew at that point, I’d try anything they wanted me to. The title of “Master” was formal and unfamiliar to my tongue, but I liked it. Their domination of me soothed my soul and I released a contented sigh.

  Miles grabbed a strap above me and tugged me closer. My body swung in the air. He held me forward and pressed his lips hard to mine, sweeping his tongue through my mouth before letting go. I swung backward and forward several times before my body came to a balanced stop. The free movement of the harness was exciting. I realized how fun this could be as infinite possibilities sprouted in my lustful mind.

  I kneaded my breasts and let out a groan of pleasure.

  “No one said you could touch yourself. Hands off, subbie,” Miles growled. “Those breasts are only for us to play with.”

  A second later he slipped a blindfold over my eyes, making me feel everything through my other senses.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  MILES

  I took each of her hands and fastened it to a special latch hanging from the corners of the steel frame. She’d no longer be able to touch herself. Now that her feet and hands were secured, she was completely at our mercy. The knowledge that she trusted us explicitly after so many years had passed, after we’d lost her that one fateful day made my heart swell with gratefulness.

  Caressing her face, I leaned down to her ear. “You’re an amazing woman, Diana.”

  Her mouth curved into a smile and she leaned into my hand. “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  A grin pulled at my mouth. “Say “thank you, Master”.

  Her cheeks scrunched as her full red lips parted in a large smile. “Yes, Master. Thank you.” Her voice was like honey and it made my dick rock hard.

  Gods, I loved her so much. There weren’t enough words in the world to tell her how much she meant to me. I glanced up and caught Eli’s gaze. He nodded and stepped back.

  I shucked out of my pants and took his place between her opened legs. Her thighs trembled under my touch, but it was the scent of her arousal that had my dick standing at attention. Gods, she was so wet and ready.

  Eli moved to her face and knelt to the floor. Something chrome flashed in his hands and I knew he was about to test out some clover clamps on her pebbled nipples.

  He pinched and pulled a few times, making her squirm and moan in the harness. There was no escape and she hissed when he put the first clamp into place, swearing under her breath. Eli just laughed.

  I swatted her ass with my bare hand. “Take the next one without complaint, sub.”

  “Yes Master.”

  I ran my hand over the curve of her ass up her lower back, loving the feel of her ragged breathing so early into the session. She was a natural submissive, always had been, and the endorphins from the bondage were hitting her quickly, amping her arousal further.

  She tensed for a second when Eli attached the second clamp, but she didn’t speak a word. Her submission was beautiful. She wanted to do exactly what we desired.

  “Miles, the clamps look so pretty on her pink nipples,” Eli said, rising from the floor in front of her. “I think I’m going to add the weights to them. Then every swing and jolt in the harness will give them a good tug.”

  “Weights?” she squeaked.

  I popped her ass again, pleased when bright pink color flushed where my hand had struck. Rubbing away the sting of the smack, I kneaded her ass until she squirmed beneath my touch.

  “Please, Miles,” she moaned. “Gods, please fuck me now,” she begged, her breath ragged already.

  I smiled. Taking her was what I intended to do, just not before I made her wait impatiently for a while longer.

  “Please, Miles,” she begged again. “Eli?”

  “Master, love,” Eli answered, swiftly attaching the weights to her clamped nipples.

  “Master, sor—ahhhhhh!” She writhed in the harness.

  I popped her ass again. “Ten for complaining. Count.”

  “What!?” she balked.

  “Fifteen now.” I said, trying not to smile, though I knew she couldn’t see me.

  She made a cute, angry growl, but not another word of complaint fell from her lips.

  I picked up a slender paddle from the counter at my left and rubbed it across her pink cheeks so she would know to expect something other than my hand. I raised it and brought it down with a light pop. She tensed into the strike, but a muffled “one” came from her throat.

  I kneaded her ass, working out the sting for a few moments before popping her four times, alternating from cheek to cheek. The muscles in her strong legs flexed and her whole body shook in the harness. I knew each movement was costing her breasts though. Eli stood against the wall a few feet away, watching with a smirk on his face.

  “Five,” she said between gritted teeth.

  I continued to paddle a few at a time, stopping between each group to knead her ass and slip my fingers down between her wet labia. Damn. Her pussy was dripping.

  “You’re so wet, Love,” I said, making sure she could hear how pleased I was in my tone of voice. “I can’t wait to sink my dick deep into your sweet pussy.”

  “You could now,” she offered.

  “Not yet, doll,” Eli countered from the wall. “You’ve got five more swats still coming.”

  I struck her round ass cheeks purposefully, bringing them from a pink to a bright cherry red. She counted the last strike and I heard a sigh slip from her lungs.

  “Good, girl.” I praised, slipping my hand between her legs again, fondling the swollen throbbing nub at the top of her slit. Her clit was already pushing from beneath its hood and her labia were swollen and ready for me. So tempting. I needed to have just a small taste.

  I grabbed the straps around her upper thighs, holding her in place as I knelt to lick her pussy. A loud gasp tore from her lungs as I thrust my tongue deep into her sex. Gods, she tasted so good. Her light musk and sweet arousal made my dick swell further. I wanted her now, but I knew Eli had much more planned.

  Eli caught my gaze and I nodded, backing away from her sweet pussy.

  “Noooooo,” she whimpered. “Please Master, don’t stop.”

  I swatted her ass again for good measure and her attempt to stroke my ego to get what she wanted.

  She moaned again as I rubbed her still-pink ass, and began unhooking her ankles and thighs. Once her feet were firmly planted on the floor again we helped her stand straight. Then connected the padded cuffs around her wrists to a bar at the top of the swing frame.

  Eli stepped away for a moment, pressing buttons on the wall to raise her arms higher —until she stood just on her toes. Her back arched and I brushed my knuckles along the sides of her heavy breasts. The clamps would be next, but they were Eli’s toys and I would let him have that pleasure.

  My focus was lower on her luscious body.

  Eli returned to her side and pulled the blindfold from her head. Her bright blue eyes sparked and she growled low in her throat, but she didn’t speak. She looked down at me, white swirling in her irises. Her dragon was pushing hard.

  “Good girl, Love,” I praised her restraint.

  I knelt before her, captured her thighs, and lifted them over my shoulders. Eli moved next to me and began massaging one of her breasts. She moaned and bit her lip, watching both of us with a heated gaze. Her sweet scent filled my lungs and I lapped at her sex, drawing another low moan from her chest.

  “I’m going to take these off now, subbie.” Eli spoke calmly, but we both knew she was about to come apart. A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Her breath was coming in pants and she fought
everything inside her to keep from writhing in my grasp.

  When he removed the first clamp she screamed and arched her back. Her heels dug into my shoulder blades as I held her in place. The scream turned to a moan as he captured her tit in his mouth and sucked the swollen tender nipple.

  I licked and sucked at her sex, distracting her mind further from the pain. As his hands ventured toward the other breast I tightened my hold on her thighs again, preparing for the volcanic eruption that was coming.

  “No, no, no,” she whimpered, twisting in the cuffs and against my hold.

  “It’s okay, subbie. I’ll make it feel better,” Eli said, catching my gaze just as he unhooked the clamp.

  I latched onto her clit at the same moment and sucked the swollen nubbin hard. Another scream tore from her lungs and every muscle in her body tensed. Her thighs tightened on either side of my neck and her heels pressed hard into my back. I sucked again, pulling her clit further into my mouth.

  Eli had the sore nipple in his mouth and was kneading the other breast.

  She arched and fought … and then froze as her first orgasm crested. I felt the blast of cold and allowed my dragon closer to the surface to keep the temperature in the room even. Eli did the same. Neither of us let go of her until the shudders and moans slowed to a stop.

  I licked her slit a few more times, loving the way her thighs trembled against my neck—the way her breath came in pants and the way her creamy, white skin flushed a bright pink. She was gorgeous. Sexy. Mine.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  DIANA

  I drew in a breath and tried to stand. Were it not for the cuffs and chains holding me upright, I would’ve fallen into a heap on the red carpet. My body was still reeling from the massive orgasm my mates had pulled from me moments ago.