Dark Dragon Daddy

by Abigail Raines

  “Yes,” I whispered, urging him on. “Yes, please…”

  David didn’t kiss me. Instead, he kept his eyes on mine as he slowly and agonizingly slid his hand down my throat. My breath was short as I maintained eye contact while his hand travelled down to my chest. I wanted to kiss him and yet I could hardly move, wanting more and more. His hand cupped my breast and I whimpered and watched his mouth part, his eyelids heavy as if he could possibly be affected as I was. He bowed his head and I nudged his chin up with my nose, our lips barely brushing as if that was some line too far even as he gently squeezed my breasts experimentally. I pressed up into his hand and my clit throbbed, hoping against hope he had some plan to give it his attention.

  He murmured, “You’re so…”

  I don’t know what he meant to say. He never finished his sentence. I nuzzled him and bit his bottom lip, spurring him on. My hand found its way to his chest and I spread my fingers, luxuriating in his dark dusting of chest hair, his quivering muscles, the swell of his pectorals. He was so broad and thick. I could hardly imagine what it would be like with him on top of me or me riding him, impaled by his cock. But I was happy to take whatever he was willing to give me now. I was so hungry for it, I felt as if I was starving.

  David’s tongue finally met mine and I moaned again, into his mouth this time and his hand moved down, firm and deliberate now, pressing my stomach. He kissed me, his tongue hot as it plunged into my mouth and curled with mine and I trembled, my clit throbbing. I squirmed and pulled back a little, keeping my eyes on him as I pulled my skimpy nighty up just enough to give him firm encouragement. David growled and the sound made me gasp. He pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me and I squeezed my eyes shut, arching up against him, feeling his impossibly large hardness pressing up against me through his thin pyjama pants. His hand finally found its way under my nighty and I expected him to yank my panties down but instead he sat up and ever so gently pulled them down to mid-thigh. He was careful and tentative, as if I were some fragile thing and the contrast of this strong, powerful man being so careful and gentle had me so aroused that I found myself wantonly moaning as I pressed my thighs together.

  But David nudged my thighs apart again and I let him. My nightgown was up around my stomach now, my panties pulled down, and I felt exposed but pleasantly so as he straddled me and looked down at me, his eyes wide and wild. He pressed his palms to my stomach and slid them to squeeze my breasts, tantalizingly, before sliding them down again and then all once one thick finger was slowly sliding inside me. I gasped and arched my back, muttering something that was probably gibberish and David braced himself on one arm, hovering over me, watching me closely as he fingered me. He was slow and deliberate, his finger crooking, thrusting in and out, coming near my clit and then away again until tears of anticipation slid down my cheeks and I trembled, so near coming I thought I’d die of it.

  Finally, David moved his finger to my clit and I clutched his shoulders as his mouth covered mine while he circled it slowly, so horribly slowly. I shook and cried out and he moved his finger a little faster and then I was coming as his strokes quickened. I felt white hot pleasure flooding me and I held onto him, breaking the kiss to bury my head in his neck and biting him gently. I heard him growl against me and his finger moved furiously, my orgasm cresting, driving me so hard I could hardly stand it, my mind whiting out as I held onto him and tasted his skin, feeling his broad shoulders under my hands. He slowed as I came down, trembling, and finally he slid his finger out of me but I refused to let go of him until he moved off of me to lie on his side and turned me so he was spooning me. I felt so safe there in his arms.

  I reminded myself that this didn’t mean what I might want it too. It was a lovely idea of a fairy tale to imagine him as the sensitive, brooding beast but I was an adult. This was fooling around. I bit my lip and tried to settle myself, basking in the warmth and strength enveloping me, but I couldn’t rely on any of it. He was a benefactor and a boss. He seemed genuinely kind. I didn’t think he would ever have made a move if I hadn’t made one first. He wouldn’t expect this of me. But I couldn’t expect anymore from him either. And I certainly couldn’t expect anymore.

  Still, none of those pessimistic thoughts could dampen my spirits. I was still high from my orgasm and there was a gorgeous, strong man embracing me and he kissed my neck gently as I closed my eyes, softly smiling.

  Chapter Seven: David

  I woke up with a woman in my arms. A woman who smelled delicious of dragon and whose fire I could practically feel. A woman I’d taken advantage of…

  I’d woken up early. My AI system wasn’t even waking me up yet but now I slowly edged away from Dana. She kept sleeping and I breathed easy even as I reached over her to grab my crutches and bring them over to my side of the bed.

  I had to get out of here. I could feel shame pouring over me. I’d brought this woman into my house because she genuinely needed help. Now I’d probably made her feel like she had to fuck me to get it. There was nothing right about that. I’d have to set things straight later.

  But right now, I just wanted to get out of the room. The sight of Dana sleeping peacefully there, a stray, dark lock of hair fallen over one eye, only made me feel worse.

  It took some struggling and it definitely took twice as long as usual, but I finally managed to get into the shower. I heard Dana get up through the bathroom door but I said nothing, determined to avoid her. I decided I’d skip the group breakfast this morning. I’d just go down when Miles was probably already clearing up and grab a bagel and coffee and hide away in my office.

  Yet in the shower as the hot water sprayed my injured shoulder, now already nearly healed even with the stunted powers of my shifter’s abilities, I closed my eyes and I could feel her body again. I had to promise myself I would never take advantage of her again like that. I would never make her feel as if she owed me her body in any way. But was it wrong now to remember it? I reached down and tugged idly at my cock as it filled thinking of breasts in my hands, her body pliant and so perfectly fitted to mine. The way I’d worked her with my finger and she’d moved against me. To my mind it was as much for my own pleasure to see a woman orgasm. I loved bringing women off. I loved to finger them or eat them out as much as I loved to be inside them. To make a woman come undone and feel her tremble, breathless with ecstasy, was an amazing feeling. I’d at least accomplished that.

  But that still didn’t make it right.

  I slowly stroked my cock, thinking of what would have happened if things had gone further. I tried to imagine what it would be like with both of us completely naked and not hiding under the covers but atop them in a soft light. I imagined her beneath me, looking up at me so trustingly and wanting nothing more than for me to make her feel good and right, how I would push slowly inside her, feeling her tight and hot around me, how she’d cling to me as I filled her. My hand worked my cock faster and faster as I imagined thrusting inside Dana's soft skinned body and then I was coming in the shower, my cum splattering the tile as I bit my lip, trying not to cry out.

  I turned the temperature of the water down and cooled off before stepping out and slowly getting ready for the day, giving Dana plenty of time to get up and out of my room.

  I managed to avoid her though breakfast and most of the morning. I knew I’d need to speak to her. I just needed to work myself up to it. I was handling some investments for a few close family friends of my parents and I worked on that here and there and read the news in my office, nibbling on my bagel and cream cheese and sipping my coffee. My window faced away from the shady street full of old mansions and out toward midtown. I kept it open most of the time, enjoying the breeze and the noise of New York. Now I stopped working for a moment and leaned on my hand, staring idly out to the bustling street below.

  My dragon should have been sated from the sex but as much as I love giving a woman pleasure, my dragon does love receiving it. The dragon was riled up and more than that, it wanted to fly.
My shoulder would be better soon and my leg would be healed long before I would be able to get the cast off. But I was in no condition to patrol the city right now. My dragon was used to flying pretty often and it was restless to shift. Sometimes going to take a look at my hoard helped with that. My hoard was mostly made of my parent’s hoard and some of that I’d given away. I’d only been adding to it in the two years I’d been back in the world. But it was still pretty impressive. I kept it in the huge basement under the mansion where my parents had always kept it.

  I thought now of taking something from it; maybe a thin golden chain. I could have Dana wear it on her naked body. How hot that would be to see her wearing a thin gold chain that would drape between her breasts…

  I shifted in my chair, uncomfortably hard now and it took a while for that to go away.

  This would not be easy.

  I’d had every intention of making myself a sandwich downstairs and taking it back to my office but I ended up working later than I’d thought. I’d moved to the black leather chaise against the wall to stretch my bum leg out, my laptop in my lap as I worked.

  My door was open and I was concentrating on what I was doing but I caught Dana’s scent approaching from down the hall. I hadn’t even realized that I could recognize it now. It was tangy and sexy and unique. It made me want to lick her from head to toe. I frowned, staring at my computer screen, my mind suddenly completely blank. What on earth had I just been doing? I hoped she would walk by.

  Would it always be like this?

  Was I unable to control myself around her? Was I truly a beast?

  “Aren’t you hungry?” Her voice was husky and soft. I looked up and she was hovering in the doorway. She was wearing a neat black skirt that Miles had bought for her and a soft gray sweater that hugged her curves. I tried not to look too long, my mouth twitching. “You skipped lunch…”

  “I was going to…” I cleared my throat. “I was going to have some. I forgot.”

  “I brought you some.” She came in the room and I saw that she was holding a tray that she set down on the side table near me. I felt dizzy with her so close and I couldn’t help but breathe in a little, basking in her scent.

  I licked my lips. Now was the time to apologize and clear the air. I might have been socially awkward but I was no coward. That much, I knew.

  “Dana, I need to tell you something,” I said. I forced myself to meet her big eyes and sighed. “Will you have a seat?”

  Dana sat down beside me and crossed her legs. She looked at me, smiling brightly. She was so sweet and helpful… She had been so well spoken at breakfast. A woman like her was so much more than I was probably capable of even loving. It was a dark thought but it had occurred to me more than once that I just might be too broken from all that had happened to me to love. Not that I’d actually tried. Regardless though, she was too bright a light, too much like sunshine to ever want to be with a dark figure like myself.

  “I want to apologize,” I said slowly. “For what happened last night.”

  At that, I saw her expression falter. I searched her eyes, trying to suss her out. The problem was that I wasn’t the best at interpreting people. I could sometimes tell when someone was lying or had bad intentions; a honed skill I’d been forced to learn during my imprisonment. But subtle emotional things were often a mystery to me.

  Dana pushed her hair behind her ear. “Well… I wasn’t sorry, but if you are, I guess…”

  She looked bereft at that and I felt the need to take away her upset. I never wanted to cause her pain in the least. “I felt I took advantage of you,” I said carefully. “I would never want you to think I expect anything sexual from you because you’re living here or because-”

  “I made the first move!” Her tone was shrill with surprise, her eyebrows shooting up. She looked downright indignant. “Didn’t you...I-I mean you seemed so into it. Was I not, were you not-”

  “I loved it,” I said softly. “I just felt like I had you in a vulnerable position.”

  “I wanted every second of it,” Dana whispered. Her eyes remained steadily on mine and my breath caught. Just this was already riling me up again. My dragon wasn’t sated. It wanted more. “I know you don’t expect anything like that. I can see how kind you are. You’re a good man and…” She licked her lips and her eyelashes fluttered. “And you’re...gentle. And you’re sweet. And you made me feel so good. I’ve never had anything like that.”

  I swallowed and reached up to cradle her cheek. I loved feeling that soft, seemingly delicate cheek against my overly large palm. She leaned into it and I pressed at her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb because I’d liked the way she responded to that before. Now she seemed all but ready to melt into the touch.

  “I didn’t get to make you come,” she said softly, and my cock filled. I ducked my head and kissed her and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I growled into her mouth and pulled her into my lap.

  There was a kind of battle within me always between the gentle and the strong. Sometimes they seemed one and the same. But now I found myself wanting to claim Dana, wanting to make her scream with helpless pleasure as I took her yet also wanting to be slow and careful, to let her dictate every move and play her like some priceless violin. The two urges warred as she straddled my lap and I dropped my hands to her thighs, gripping all that skin and plush flesh in my hands. She rocked against me and I moaned in her mouth. She was massaging the back of my neck but now her hands slid down to my chest and under my shirt. She raked her nails through my chest hair and my palms finally dared to slide up her skirt and clutched her round ass, so perfect in my hands.

  “David,” she breathed against my lips. She nuzzled me, teasing me with almost kisses as my hands massaged her ass through her panties, a skimpy bit of fabric that was never-the-less too much in the way. But ripping off her underwear would hardly be “gentle.” Yet she was rocking insistently against me as my mouth covered hers.

  I felt a connection between us; a buzzing kind of thread attached to both me and her that seemed to vibrate as we moved together. My dragon was breathing fire inside me, wanting more and more, whatever Dana wanted to give. But it was Dana who scrambled to unzip my fly as she kept her eyes on mine. She moved to kneel over me and grasped my cock so that my breath caught. She smiled slightly, kissing me teasingly as she stroked my already achingly hard member. My fingers fumbled with her panties, forgetting somehow that she’d need to stand up for me to remove them but I didn’t want her to move for a moment as she settled back on top of me, stroking me, teasing the head of my cock with her fingers. It was too much, I’d come undone. I was already trembling from trying to keep myself in check but I needed her, I needed to fill her and make her tremble too and my hands got away from me, tearing away the underwear as if it were paper. She gasped into my neck as the stitching came so easily apart in my hands. We stared at each other, mouths parted, pupils blown. I fingered her just to tease, just to prime her for me and bring her close to the edge.

  “Oh God, David, please…” I was fingering her clit, feeling that swollen little nub as she clenched around me but she shoved at my hand and I chuckled, following her orders. She raised herself then and guided me into her and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of a single thought as she impaled herself upon me. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes wide, as if she was somehow surprised.

  “Do I feel good?” I breathed, genuinely wanting to know.

  She nodded, seemingly unable to speak. She began to ride me, slowly at first and then with increasing intensity until I had my arms around her, bouncing her up and down on top of me. We didn’t have much of a rhythm, we were both too overwhelmed for that, every sensation and every place where we touched setting us aflame. She kept breathing my name in my ear and something about it set me off and I came, pulsing inside her as she held on tight. I felt myself still filling her even as I reached down to finger her clit a little more and I’d barely touched her before she cried out into my shoulder, shaki
ng and clenching around me.

  When we had finally settled down, Dana blushed crimson as she knelt and I pulled my softening cock out of her. Though I well knew if she stayed in my lap like this or so much as said my name the right way, I’d be hard again in no time.

  I had to keep reminding myself that this was just sex. I was more than grateful for it, but I couldn’t allow myself to imagine it could be more than that for Dana. Who would want a dark, brooding hermit like me? I was lucky to have her in my arms at all.

  Chapter Eight: Dana

  David had destroyed my panties and I felt more naked than I ever had in my life even as I was still wearing my skirt and blouse. I wasn’t exactly a commando type of gal but now I was cuddled up on his lap, refusing to move and hoping he wouldn’t ask me to, my pussy still so sensitive. I could swear I felt his cum on my thighs. I felt positively filthy in the best way. David didn’t make a move, he only shifted me so I was lying across his lap with my arm around him. We sat there for a bit just listening to each other breathe. He’d tucked himself away but his fly was still undone.

  I absently kissed his neck, soft little kisses with no further intent, and I saw the corner of his mouth turn up.

  I had to tell him I was pregnant though. It wasn’t fair of me not too. Even if this wasn’t a real relationship and only a no-strings type of arrangement, it would be wrong for me to keep it from him. Yet the thought terrified me. I was afraid he’d feel some obligation to take care of me and I didn’t want to trap him into anything like that, and most of all, I didn’t want him to think I was trapping him into anything like that.