Bound by Thorns (The Dragon Soul Series)

by Sean Michael

  Luke was obsessed with the damn plugs.

  “Not obsessed. You need my seed to complete the changes. That’s what I’m obsessed with.”

  “I haven’t changed?”

  “Of course you’ve changed. You’ve gotten healthier, stronger, and you’re going to live forever.”

  “Is there more?”

  “There doesn’t need to be. If I can have you forever, then you’re perfect as you are.”

  “I won’t leave you. This is where I belong.”

  “It is, and I will make you fly every day in every way. That is a vow.”

  Greyson wanted to make a similar promise to Luke, but he felt like the promise he’d made was enough.

  “It is, Grey. Those words are all I need.” Luke kissed his belly, then stood and went to his chest, searching around in it. “I know I have everything I want in here.”

  “You could have covered me with a sheet, Luke.”

  “Are you feeling cold or exposed?” Luke asked.

  “Exposed.”

  “Then I’ll leave you as you are.” Luke turned and checked him out, top to bottom. “I like having you exposed to me.”

  Luke hummed and sent him an image of him spread wide, hole full and cock and balls bound. Then he sent another image, this time with ropes around his knees, pulling his legs back so he was even more exposed. “That’s kinder than a spreader bar. Easier on your legs.”

  “Oh. Oh God.” That made his belly twitch and shake.

  “I’ll get the extra rope we need.” Luke turned back and grabbed more from the chest.

  “What? What, you don’t... I don’t...”

  “Easy, Pet. Trust me.” Luke said it like it was that easy.

  “I do, but...” This wasn’t him, was it?

  “You’re still hung up on what society says you should want. On what you’ve been taught is proper. We can do and be anything we want.”

  Men didn’t... God, how much had he lost thinking that? Believing it? He’d had this fantasy, or something similar to it, for a while, hidden deep in his mind for when he jerked off.

  “I’m a motherfucking dragon, Grey. You can do and be anything you want. Anything. So take this journey with me and do things that you’ve never done, never dreamed of doing, that you’ve thought you wanted to do.”

  He was caught in Luke’s gaze, the beautiful eyes glowing, burning, marking his soul.

  “Tell me you want to learn to be every single thing you can be as my soul mate. That ropes and bindings and fucking and dildos and whips and anything you can think of will only make you freer, better, more mine, more you.”

  “I’m yours, Dragon. I swear. I want to be yours.” He wanted to be living in a place where his fantasies could be real.

  “You are. Even if you never want to have sex again, you are mine. But I want the world for you.” Luke returned to his side and put stuff on the mattress next to him.

  “I want everything,” Greyson said. Because he did. If he didn’t have to hold back, if his fantasies could be true, then goddammit, he wanted them all.

  Luke laughed suddenly. “You are my soul mate. I expected nothing less.”

  Luke grabbed some of the extra rope and wrapped it above his right knee. He held his breath at the strange sight.

  “If you start to feel a strain on your muscles, let me know.” Luke tugged his leg back, exposing him.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “It shouldn’t. No pain. Not from this.” Luke moved his hand along Greyson’s leg, cupping his calf, making his inner thigh tingle. “When there’s pain, it’ll be on purpose.”

  A soft cry slipped from his lips, totally without his permission.

  Smiling, Luke kissed his knee, then looped the rope around the headboard. He pulled carefully, bringing Greyson’s leg back a little more. It was an odd stretch, but not a painful one.

  Luke looked at his face for a long moment, then nodded and looped a second rope around his left knee. “It’s going to take all my control not to fuck you into the mattress once I have you trussed up.”

  “Do you need it, all your control?” Greyson asked.

  “Are you saying I should fuck you into the mattress?” Luke asked.

  “I’m saying that I understand.”

  “Oh good.” Luke grabbed the smallest of the things he’d brought with him. “These are the nipple clamps. They aren’t harsh.”

  “No? Good. Harsh isn’t a sexy word.”

  Luke snorted. “It can be. But not in this case.” He rubbed Greyson’s nipples, thumbs warm and solid as they moved back and forth across his flesh. The skin drew up, the tingles beginning to grow.

  Rumbling, Luke kept touching until both little nubs were hard, eager for each new touch. Then Luke took one clamp and carefully set it around his right nipple, releasing slowly.

  He arched in a steady motion, the slow ache moving through his pec.

  “Mmm...” Luke put a hand on his belly, rubbing. Then an image of how he looked, right now, pushed into his mind.

  God, that was weird, unnerving.

  “You’re doing great.” Luke rubbed his other nipple again and pinched it lightly.

  “Am I?” Breathe. Breathe. This was so much. Not a bad thing, just a lot.

  “You are.” Luke bent and pressed their mouths together, pushing air into his lungs. Yes. Breathe.

  Luke was listening in. Again.

  “I’m not doing it on purpose. I just hear you.” Luke set the second clamp on his left nipple.

  “That aches.” His body felt like he wasn’t in control of it anymore.

  “It won’t get any worse than that this time. At least until I take it off. And you don’t need to be in control, Grey. I’m here. I have you.”

  “That’s hard. To not be in control.”

  “Yeah. It is. But it’s rewarding. You’ll fly. We’ll be there together.”

  “You swear. Together?” That was important.

  “Together. In all ways. There’s a place outside of our bodies, but we get there through our bodies.” Luke took the bright red ribbon he’d brought over and looped it around Greyson’s balls. It was silky and smooth and made his eyes cross.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Luke pulled the ribbon out, ghosting it along his skin. Then Luke did it again before making the loop and setting a knot at the base of Greyson’s cock, making his balls stand out. Luke touched his balls, petting them. The bare skin was deliciously sensitive.

  Luke rumbled happily as Greyson shivered. Then Luke began to wrap the ribbon around his cock, slowly moving upward. If he looked at it without thinking too hard, he could see how beautiful it was.

  “There, you begin to understand.” Luke sounded so pleased about it as he tied a bow at the tip.

  “A bow?”

  “Mmhmm.” Luke bent and kissed the tip, then the bow. “It’s the final touch.”

  He blushed dark, but didn’t argue. Not this time.

  “The ribbon will get shinier as your pre-come leaks onto it.”

  “You’re wicked.” It made Greyson dizzy.

  “I am. You love it.”

  “I do. I love you.” With every fiber of his body.

  “Me, too. I mean, I love you.” Luke showed him a plug, then reminded him, “I’m not putting this in until I’ve come inside you.”

  “It’s got lumps.” It was almost like a triple ice cream cone.

  “Uh-huh. It’s going to be a whole lot of fun to play with.” Luke rubbed his hands together, looking eager.

  “Dragon...”

  “I love how you call me that.” Luke leaned in and rubbed his cock alongside Greyson’s. “It makes me leak. Now, did you want a preview of the plug? A chance to know what’s coming after I’ve ha
d my wicked way with you?”

  “I don’t know.” And that was the god’s honest truth.

  “That is a perfectly valid answer. I pick play first. Something to warm you up—something so I can watch you get fucked while your cock is bound and your nipples clamped without being distracted by my own cock.”

  The words made him shiver, tug at the bonds.

  Luke ran his hands along Greyson’s arms. “See? Isn’t that delicious? You can tug as much as you want—you aren’t going anywhere.” Luke pressed his lips to Greyson’s right wrist, above the rope, and bit.

  “Fuck!”

  Luke was still biting when he warmed Greyson’s ass with a swat.

  Luke licked the spot he’d bitten, then sucked at it for a moment. “No swearing, Pet.”

  “That’s mean.”

  “You mean you didn’t like this?” Luke swatted him again. “At all?” The last two words were also accompanied by a spank.

  “Don’t...” That stung. But dammit, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

  “But you’re not sure that you hate the sting,” Luke reiterated before grabbing the plug and slicking it up until it was all shiny.

  Look at that. Lord. That made Greyson a little dry mouthed.

  “Can you imagine what it’s going to feel like? Going in and out when I start fucking you with it?”

  “It’s big. Thick.” Exciting, and he was spread wide for it.

  “And you’re going to feel each bump as it pushes into you.”

  His mouth dropped open.

  “Should I fill that?” Luke asked. Greyson received a picture of Luke fucking his mouth.

  At least Luke couldn’t use the plug on him then.

  The next image showed Luke fucking his mouth from the other way, head down near his ass as Luke simultaneously fucked his mouth and pushed the plug in and out of his ass.

  “Dragon! Dragon, that—You can’t—” But he wanted it. He wanted to be filled both ends at the same time. Oh God. He almost came from the image.

  “I can and I will, I can see how excited you are, thinking about it.” The images kept appearing in his head, like a movie. “I’ll get you started with the plug.”

  “No...” He knew he was protesting, but he didn’t mean it.

  Thank God, Luke knew and didn’t listen to his words. The slick plug pushed against his hole, but didn’t go in. It simply rested there.

  Then Luke pressed harder, and Greyson could feel his hole stretching. It was going so slowly, he swore he could feel each millimeter as the plug’s tip opened him.

  “Look at your eager hole. It’s so hungry for this.”

  “Don’t say that.” He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping Luke would once again ignore his words.

  “Why not? It’s the truth.” Luke pushed the plug harder and his hole opened. It felt like he was pulling the plug right in. “You want it. And I’m going to give you what you want.”

  “Do you want it?” He was spinning, seriously, but it needed to be good for Luke, too.

  “I do. I want to feel your mouth around me and I want to fill your hole at the same time. I’m going to make you fly.” Luke pushed the plug in as far as the first scoop, turned it around inside him. Then Luke pushed it in to the second. It was big, but not too big, just fat enough to make Greyson dizzy.

  Luke pulled the plug out, then pushed it in two scoops worth again. He did that a few more times before pushing more in, filling Greyson three scoops full.

  Three scoops full. He was almost a little hysterical at the thought.

  “Shh. Don’t think. Enjoy it.”

  “Help me. Please.” He tried to rock, take more, back off. Something.

  “Easy, let me change position.” Luke left the plug inside him as he moved, coming to a rest once he was straddling Greyson’s head. “Open for me, Pet.”

  He opened wide. God, he wanted this.

  Luke rubbed the tip of his cock across Greyson’s bottom lip, leaving it shiny from his pre-come, and his tongue flicked out, teasing the slit.

  “Oh fuck, yes.” Luke leaned, spreading his lips with the hot cockhead.

  Greyson hummed, sucked a little, then backed off.

  “Teasing me,” Luke accused.

  Yeah. Yeah, he was, and it was fun.

  Chuckling, Luke pulled all but the tip of the plug out, then pushed a tiny bit back in, then out. “Let’s play a game. Whenever you suck, I’ll fuck you with the plug.”

  He tested with a couple of gentle pulls. Luke carefully fucked him twice with the first ball of the plug.

  He hummed, tongue sliding through the slit. Luke’s hand slipped, the plug going deeper. Oh. Was it the hum or the tongue? He tried the hum alone.

  Luke pushed the plug in deeper, hand jerking a few times.

  Then he licked Luke’s slit again. Luke rumbled, moving the plug up and down inside him.

  Okay, this was fun. Really fun. Luke’s happiness flooded through him as well—Greyson wasn’t alone in enjoying this.

  He licked and sucked strongly, once, pulling firmly. Luke punched the plug into him. Once. Hard.

  He lost Luke’s cock, crying out. Rumbling, Luke fed the head of his prick back into Greyson’s mouth.

  “Don’t stop now, Pet.”

  No. No, I want you. This. Us. Dragon.

  “Me, too.” Luke thrust into his mouth, using the plug to fuck his hole at the same time.

  He sucked, pulling so that Luke had to feel him. Luke moved faster, making everything bigger.

  Harder. He tightened his lips and moaned.

  “Your wish is my command.” Luke sped his movements, cock running along his tongue, plug filling his ass, the movements faster, stronger. His eyes rolled back in his head, but he held on to his prize. When Luke’s cockhead hit his throat, he swallowed hard, making Luke cry out.

  Oh, that made him feel good, powerful. He swallowed again every time Luke’s cock landed deep. And every time, that heavy dildo slammed into him. It was a circle of pleasure that he felt right in the middle of.

  Flying, Dragon.

  I know, Pet. There was such satisfaction in the words that warmth washed over Greyson at it.

  He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady suction, the heavy cock on his tongue. The pounding in his ass. The pressure fluttering everywhere.

  “Fuck. So good. Love you. Love you.” Luke muttered and growled, the words like another touch.

  Love you. Dragon. Your cock.

  Me and my cock love you, too.

  There was nothing more amazing than needing and laughing and loving all at the same time. And when the laughter and the love pushed into his brain, too? It was even better.

  Luke kept getting stronger, making him feel more and more. His trapped legs made it hard to buck up, meet Luke’s touch.

  Just suck and feel.

  Yes, Dragon. I need you. He needed nothing more than this. Luke’s cock, Luke’s will, Luke’s touch.

  Yours. For always.

  His orgasm started deep inside him, his entire body beginning to shudder. He couldn’t even grab his cock and finish himself off, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to need to.

  No, Pet. That cock is mine.

  Touch me.

  No. You don’t need me to. Forget about your cock. Focus on sucking and feeling.

  Dragon! He grunted, his tongue slapping the shaft.

  Luke growled for him. “Do it again.”

  He slapped again, hard.

  “Fuck!” Luke slammed in the plug, hitting his gland bang on.

  His muscles went tight and hard. Yes. Fuck.

  “Gonna take the plug out and put me in,” Luke told him, hips still sawing, pushing that hot cock along his tongue.

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sp; Please. So full. So happy. So taken.

  Luke pulled his cock right out of Greyson’s mouth, but left the plug in. He kissed Greyson as he moved to kneel between Greyson’s legs.

  “Need you. Need you, Dragon.” Now.

  “So demanding. I love it.” Luke pulled out the plug, and then the wonderful, blunt heat of Luke’s cock pressed against his hole, hot and solid and full of promise. He tried to rock up, take more, bury Luke inside him. There wasn’t any way he could do more than the smallest movement, though.

  “That’s right. I’m setting the pace. I like knowing you want it, though, that you’re as desperate for it as I am.”

  “You’re no fair.” None at all.

  “What fun would it be if I was fair?”

  He had to laugh. Had to. No one had had ever made him so happy. Luke took his mouth, sharing his laughter with him as the thick cock finally breached his hole.

  The heat of Luke warmed him, down to the bones, and he couldn’t stop his moan.

  Luke smiled against his lips, hips beginning a wonderful dance, filling him over and over. He could feel Luke’s joy, top to bottom.

  It was all he needed, all he wanted. Their joy mingled. They flew on wings of happiness, their bodies merging. It was its own special magic.

  Chapter Sixteen

  They fell into a wonderful pattern where Luke did his rounds in the morning, Grey riding with him, taking this joy with him. Then they would make love and he would push and make Grey fly in a whole different way. Luke could feel them getting closer every day, and he could feel Grey getting stronger. It made him proud. It made him happy.

  Right now, he was rumbling for a different reason. He had been kicked out of the kitchen by his soul mate, told to find something to do with himself for a few hours. He’d built a fire, caught up on his reports, watched some stupid movie about dragons that perpetuated all the stereotypes, and now he was growling.

  The smells coming out of the kitchen were delicious, tempting, and he didn’t want to stay pouting in the living room. He wanted to nibble and taste and bite. The food, as well as Grey.