"Dragon, tell me what you know about submission.” Kian raised his head, confusion in his gaze. “If you wish to be a stronger Dominant and a future trainer, then you have to demonstrate a complete understanding of what submission is. It's a package deal, with the Dominant expected to be able to handle the unexpected."
"Submission to me is a man or woman's desire to obey and please his or her master.” Garon waited for Kian to elaborate further. “In all aspects of their lives. Not just in a sexual relationship.” Garon nodded, quite pleased with Kian's response. “And since I really don't like to take orders from someone else, the dominant role seems natural for me.” Garon rolled his eyes, stifling a groan.
For a minute there he'd thought maybe this wouldn't be such a hard job after all. Then the cocky Dragon returned, “You say you don't like to take orders, yet you practically fell to your knees the minute I asked.” Kian's head jerked and when his gaze met Garon's, his eyes flashed deep dark red instead of their normal violet hue. Anger simmered there, but that wasn't all. Oh, no. The spicy heat emanating from the Dragon wasn't caused by simple anger. There were layers there. Anger, attraction, and yes, probably some resentment. Garon was pleased.
"Sir, you misunderstand respect for servitude.” When Kian spoke a small trickle of smoke escaped his lips, alerting Garon to the fact that he was about to shift. Garon moved quickly to take control of the situation. Grabbing a fistful of the Dragon's brown hair, he forced Kian's head up against his hard crotch.
"Are you seriously going to try and tell me that you don't want this?” When the fever of the Dragon's breath rushed over his clothed cock, Garon lost his ability to wait. It was time to see what this little Dragon was made of and how far he really wanted to go with this.
* * * *
Kian's head reeled, lust boiling in his blood as he fought his inner Dragon. His anger fueled the compulsion to change form. In Dragon form he would be forced to fight or fly. No Dragon could ever sit still.
Did he want this? Sure he was attracted to the Fae, but did he want to submit to him like this? Kian had never engaged in D/s play with another male, just sex.
Garon dragged Kian's face away from his throbbing sex and shoved him toward the ground hard. He tried to catch himself with his hands, but Garon's strength overpowered him and he landed face first onto the floor. Without words Garon demanded Kian's submission by tearing his pants from his waist and shoving them down to his knees. His rough fingers digging into the soft flesh of his buttocks, pulling them apart, exposing his anus. Humiliation mingled with unexpected sexual arousal.
A stab of fear sliced through Kian's consciousness as realization dawned on him that yes, he really did want to submit to Garon's demands. But it was even more than that. He wanted to be forced to submit. If he was forced then he wouldn't have to feel guilty about his family's expectations. He would be free to experience the satisfaction of obedience.
When Garon positioned his body behind Kian's he felt the hot, hard evidence of the Dominant's arousal pressing against his ass, and once again the Dragon flared to life. This couldn't be right for him. He wasn't a submissive. He tried to retreat but Garon held him fast.
"Simmer down, Dragon.” Garon's words were firm but Kian fought it. He attempted to twist and turn from underneath Garon's body without shifting. But Garon held him down in an iron tight grip. “Can you tell me this isn't what you want, Dragon? If you can I'll stop right now.” Kian's breath came in shallow pants as he jerked and struggled to loosen Garon's grip. For all his fighting to get free he couldn't bring himself to say the simple words that would bring it all to a stop.
With a short hard thrust he felt Garon's heavy cock penetrate his tight anus. “No!” Shame ripped through him along with the pain of the entry. Kian bucked and twisted in a final attempt to get away. His breath was heavy and hot as the Dragon within fought to get out. Garon stilled, chuckling in his ear. Because with every movement Kian made, his cock worked in further and the muscles and tissues stretched and blazed.
Kian sensed the sudden change when the Dragon gave up the fight as lust and arousal overtook anger and resentment. A dark, spicy sensation overwhelmed his objections. Garon must have felt it as well as he picked up his thrusts, forcing his dick deep in Kian's ass. The pain burned as he was invaded by the enormous shaft, but as Kian gave in to the other man's dominance, the pain fed his arousal and his own cock swelled and wept for release.
The scent of sweat and pure male lust assaulted Kian's senses as Garon drove himself deeper and deeper into his body until his tight balls slapped against his ass. Kian's own balls ached, but when he tried to reach for some relief Garon knocked his arm away and retightened his restraining hold over his body.
"What do you think you are doing, Dragon?” Garon spoke through clenched teeth and his thrusts were harder than ever, but the menace in his voice rang through loud and clear.
"If you want to come then you have to ask me first.” Kian balked. He'd never asked to come in his life, especially not at his own hand. “If you come without permission you will be punished. And I guarantee you won't like it.” Garon's movements had slowed as if his now shallow teasing thrusts would emphasize his statement. The lighter movements were driving him crazy and he attempted to push back further onto Garon's cock. But he must have anticipated that move as he held Kian's body off only allowing his smooth round head to penetrate.
"Garon. Please.” Kian continued to fight against the hold, desperate to be fucked harder.
"Please what? I want to hear you say it.” Kian hesitated, unsure if he could say the words. Until Garon adjusted his position and his cock stroked a sensitive spot within. His violent need to come overcame the rest of his inhibitions.
"Please fuck me. Fuck me harder."
"Harder what?” Kian knew what he wanted and he was too far gone to deny it.
"Fuck me harder, sir.” Kian felt Garon surge forward, his cock buried so deep he thought he might burst. When a hand grasped around the base of his own cock a roar burst forth from deep in his belly as heat exploded in his head and jets of white cream blasted from his slit.
From behind he felt Garon's body convulse forward and spill his hot come deep in his bowels. His cock pulsed and stretched him with each new spurt until finally he was done.
Spent from his own climax, Kian's arms shuddered and gave out no longer able to support him. He collapsed to the floor, forcing the air out of his lungs from his own weight as well as Garon's.
Thoughts of Garon's dominance raced through his mind. Never had sex with a man ever been so intense or satisfying. He trembled from the withdrawal when Garon slipped his cock from between his cheeks. He'd liked it. Hell, he'd needed it all along he just didn't realize. Would he be able to forget and continue his mission? His lids grew heavy as he wondered what would happen now.
What had they done?
Chapter Three
Goddess, what the fuck am I doing? As he eased himself from Kian's body, Garon was stricken by what he'd done. He peered down at the sleeping Dragon. His skin color was fading from the midnight blue of his lust to the normal tint of blue he'd seen earlier. Mine. For a fleeting moment the one word filled him with a sense of peace he was unfamiliar with. There were red marks along his wrists and shoulders where Garon had restrained him when he fought. That was nothing compared to what would be there if he'd had his flogger or whip to use. Maybe next time.
No. Garon shook his head clear of those images. Topping a Dragon was a really bad idea, and one he didn't want to repeat. He'd sworn the day he escaped the Black Dragon that he would never again touch or fall under the spell of another.
He'd been sent to learn from the legendary Dom when he was young and eager. Yes, his ego had been inflated and he'd deserved to be brought down a peg or two, but instead he'd become the Black Dragon's sexual and painful obsession. For weeks he'd been tortured by the sadistic creature, all manner of pain and destruction rained down on him. Since his body would heal every couple of d
ays the bastard had sliced and diced him every way imaginable, bringing him to the brink of death more than once. Garon had thought himself broken when he begged for mercy or death night after night.
The night he'd escaped, the Dragon had broken one of his restraints with his tail without realizing it. A fluke. His wings had been damaged that time and it was sheer will that got him out before he died.
It had taken him weeks to recover from the damage inflicted that last night and against his families orders he'd returned to the lair of the Black Dragon as soon as he was able, his plan to kill him. Garon hadn't cared about the probable war that he would start or that he would be shunned from the Seelie court. He'd been unable to see past the white hot rage coursing through his heart.
Unfortunately someone had beat him to it. He'd found the Dragon dead on the floor with a scabbard stabbed through his heart. Black blood pooled around his body. His need for retribution and closure thwarted by an unknown assailant. His control splintered as he raged throughout the cavern leaving a path of destruction and ash as he destroyed every inch of the Dragon's lair.
Even now, all these years later he felt the familiar itch and burn on his back as his wings shot from his skin. Adrenaline and anger a well-known companion.
"Holy Shit Garon, what's going on?” he shot up at the sound of Kian's voice, the warrior in him ready for a fight. Kian too was in an offensive pose ready to go. Garon backed down as he realized how caught up he'd been in his dark memories. Yet the sight of his new dragon lover gave him no comfort from the void. As his wings receded reforming the tattoo, he reminded himself that he'd broken the one rule he never thought he could.
"Nothing. Nothing is going on.” Garon's voice came out husky and strained. “You should still be resting. It takes a lot to recover from sub space.” Kian started to open his mouth in response. “No! Don't even try it. You'll just piss me off. Let's go."
* * * *
Garon led Kian to the bedroom urging him to lie down more. He stayed in the doorway not planning to stay with him. He didn't trust himself. The lure of the blue Dragon threatened to consume him.
"Garon, I doubt I can sleep. I'm wired now. Itching to do something.” Garon looked at Kian noticing the sculpted muscles beneath the blue skin moving and jumping with a restless energy. Once again the urge to claim reared in his mind.
When he looked down past the flat muscled stomach he saw the Dragon was fully erect again. Flushed red, the veins prominent along his steel length. Under his scrutiny the shaft jerked against his stomach and a drop of pre come appeared at the slit.
The boy's reaction brought a smile to Garon's lips before he spoke. “Then let's talk about your training.” He leaned his hip against the door frame. “Do you still want to become a Dominant trainer?” Kian took a telling few seconds to answer.
"Yes."
"Why?” Their one session earlier didn't necessarily mean that Kian was meant to be a submissive but Garon's gut instinct told him otherwise. His responses and reactions had been incredible and it seemed likely that he would make a beautiful submissive under the right Owner.
Me.
No.
"It's what I am meant to do. My calling.” Garon was taken aback by that. Kian's response wasn't what he'd been expecting. He assumed the Dragon would give him another arrogant macho response like he'd done earlier.
"Your calling? Where did you get that idea?"
"I'm a Dragon male. A warrior. Aggressive is my nature.” Garon stifled a grin. Now there was the Dragon he'd been expecting. As the idea for his next training session formed in his mind, he considered the pleasure he would get from the lesson.
"Fine, if you don't want to rest anymore we might as well move on to the next lesson. We'll get cleaned up and meet back here in twenty minutes. I have a couple of things to gather up.” An odd sensation flickered in his chest as he thought about showing the Dragon the true meaning of aggressive.
Chapter Four
"So, you think it takes an aggressive man to control a sub?” Kian felt Garon's intense scrutiny as he waited for Kian's answer. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Yes."
"Do you think a Dominant should allow his sub some freedom to make some of the decisions."
"No."
"Why not?” Kian got the distinct impression from Garon that this conversation was not going well.
"You give a girl some freedom and she will likely take too much and end up hurting the relationship.” Garon's sigh was subtle, but Kian heard it and knew he wasn't happy with his answers.
"Let's come back to that later. Let's try something a bit less complex.” Garon picked up his flogger from the bureau and brought it over to the bed where Kian sat.
"The first time you whip your sub, be it for discipline or pleasure, how do you handle it?” Garon flicked the leather strips along Kian's hand. The tiny sensations from the simple move had Kian squirming in his seat. Not to mention his already hard cock pulsed painfully. After his shower Garon had not allowed him to clothe his body. Nudity wasn't a new concept to him, but forced nudity was a different story. So here he sat on the bed on full display to Garon's knowing eyes. More than once Kian had caught a glimpse of longing when Garon thought he wasn't looking. And now his dick was so hard it hurt. He didn't really want to listen to Garon talk about whipping a sub, he wanted to fuck. The bulge in Garon's loose pants was impossible to miss, and the thought of taking him into his mouth was driving him crazy. How would he taste? Would he—
"Dragon! Are you listening to me?” Garon's sharp words broke through Kian's lust filled thoughts, bringing him back to the reality of the training.
"Yeah, I'm listening."
Garon's frown let him know that he had his doubts. “Maybe you need a demonstration to keep you focused."
Kian wisely kept his mouth shut. Garon's thunderous look spelled trouble for him with a capital T.
"Lie face down on the bed and spread your arms and legs wide."
Kian hesitated.
"I can restrain you myself if you want, although I can guarantee I won't be gentle."
He really wasn't ready for that so he took the position of face down on the bed, spreading his legs and arms for Garon without wasting any more time.
"Now, the first time you whip a sub, be it man, woman, Fae or dragon, you need to understand what he needs and likes. And if you aren't sure of those answers then you have to test the waters.” Kian closed his eyes and envisioned himself the Master, holding the flogger with one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
The sudden sting of the leather straps slapping the tops of his buttocks shocked him from his fantasy. He swiveled around to look at Garon and was immediately forced back down against the bed.
"Last warning, Dragon. Move without my permission again and I will strap you down and beat your ass. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Kian gritted his teeth and forced out the words Garon waited for. “Yes, Sir."
"Very good, Dragon.” Garon flicked his wrist and Kian heard the whisper of the leather seconds before another stinging blow landed across his ass. It didn't just sting, though, a warm sensation was building under the skin. A pleasurable feeling he wanted more of. And Garon didn't make him wait long before the now familiar whisper sounded just before an even stronger blow landed. This time not only covering his buttocks, but a portion of his lower back. He continued the rhythm for a few more blows, each getting stronger than the last. With the next biting impact Kian couldn't stop from yelling out.
"Tell me how that feels, Dragon. Does it hurt? Kian's breath came in short shallow pants.
"Yes, it hurts.” Kian felt Garon's heavy weight come down across his flaming skin, putting his lips right to his ear.
"Is pain all that you feel? Or if I turn you over right now will your dick be heavy and needy?” Without waiting for Kian's response, he rolled back off of him, taking his stance with the flogger once again.
"Tell
me what you want, Dragon.” Garon's hard hands with long fingers caressed his sore ass soothing some of the pain he'd inflicted. “Do you want me to stop?” Oh, goddess, this was all wrong. He shouldn't want the sensual beating Garon gave him, but goddess help him, he couldn't bear it if Garon stopped.
"No."
"No, what?"
"No, Sir, please don't stop.” Garon's fingers dipped between his cheeks, searching out the soft, sensitive skin of his anus. Rubbing two fingers across his opening, but not entering. Kian bucked and cried out when Garon removed his hand from his cheeks.
"Dragon, this is my first time whipping you with my flogger. What should I do? Should I just keep beating you until I exhaust myself?” Kian tried to focus on Garon's words, but it was damn hard with his butt on fire, and his balls so tight and hard he thought he might come without any penetration.
"Dragon!” Garon's voice once again pulled Kian back to the here and now.
"Answer my question."
"Yes, the Dominant is in control and should continue the whipping until he is done."
Garon's sigh was loud and long. “Wrong.” He whipped the flogger hard and fast against Kian's red skin, causing him to howl with the pleasure pain that came with every strike. “If I keep this up there will come a time, probably sooner than later, that pain will become all you feel and you will become scared and frightened.” Garon once again touched him with his bare hand along his hip this time. Kian sighed and arched into the touch.
"You have to test their response by touching various points of the body for a reaction. Ass, back, shoulders, arms.” Garon's hands traversed his body in the pattern of his words, igniting all of his skin. He trembled under the sensual manipulation, driving his hips into the mattress, trying to stimulate his painfully engorged cock.
"Look at you, Dragon. You want this. You need it.” His fingers reached under him to cup his balls, and Kian nearly shot off the bed. “You are not a Dominant.” Kian arched his hips, pushing his ball sac tighter into Garon's caressing hand. “You are a good little submissive dragon."
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