DragonMaster

by Jory Strong

  His nostrils were flared, his jaw rigid and lips a straight line. If she’d been free to touch him, she would have pressed kisses to his mouth, silently pleaded for his forgiveness, for him to understand, somehow, that she wasn’t free to give all of herself tonight.

  You, whose desire is in question?

  The remembered words pummeled her and, as if to prove them false her channel spasmed, releasing a flood of arousal.

  His attention returned to her cunt, the lips swelling further, her clit now so engorged that the hood no longer hid the naked, vulnerable head.

  The reaction appeased him and she whimpered in relief, then whimpered again when he touched his mouth to her pussy. Resumed the slow exploration of what belonged to him.

  His mouth opened on her hot flesh, his tongue teasing her slit, licking, playing at her opening. “More. Please, Master.”

  Instead he gave her less, abandoning near-penetration for flushed outer labia and inner thighs. Lapping, sucking the wet evidence of her need from her skin though instantly more liquid desire escaped her slit to replace it.

  He made it harder and harder to keep some small part of her consciousness in her possession. She cried out with his first penetration, a shallow foray of his tongue, a quick thrust followed once again by loss. He interspersed the fucks with tugs to the chain attached to the nipple clamps until nothing existed outside of her body and what he was doing to it.

  She begged. Pleaded. Fought against the restraints.

  Desperation edged toward panic that she’d disobey him, displease him by orgasming without permission. Became relief and ecstasy in a flash-fire of soul-deep bliss when he said, “Come for me.”

  She readily obeyed, keening her release. Trembling with the aftershocks even as she craved the burn and stretch of his cock, the ultimate gift of a master to his slave, a joining of bodies, a filling first by his penis and then by his seed.

  Her lassitude lasted only until she noticed Nisien standing slightly behind Jubal, bare-chested, a gold, silver and blue dragon seemingly coiled around his torso.

  Certainty as to what Jubal and his cousin were settled into her, and there was no preventing the spontaneous search of the play area for Miles.

  Pain exploded in her pussy just as she found him. Fiery punishment that snapped her attention back to Jubal.

  Pleasure and pride had vanished from his expression. She braced herself for a second spank to her cunt. Knew she deserved it though there was no way out of her dilemma.

  He ripped the Velcro bindings open, freeing her. Hand a vice grip around her arm as he pulled her to her feet, marching her over to the spanking stand rather than cuddling her.

  He attached another weight to the clamp chain and her pussy quivered to match that of a heart holding hope. With punishment came forgiveness, and once the star ball was back in Kei’s possession—

  “Assume the position.”

  She did as ordered, draping herself over the spanking stand. The cool vinyl a sharp contrast to the increasing heat in her nipples, the hot burn of pain caused by the weight he’d added and the position.

  Anxiety and trepidation built when he did nothing, said nothing. Erotic fear became a twisting coil in her belly, a nearly unbearable wait.

  Jubal seethed. He was close to violence. He wanted to tear the human apart limb by limb then incinerate what remained.

  His jaw clenched as the very male he wanted to eradicate moved closer. Short of taking her to a private room, he couldn’t rid himself of the audience. And there was his dilemma. Behind closed doors, he feared the shattering of the magical construct keeping him in this second form.

  He was surprised his rear molars hadn’t cracked under the force of his grinding. He could no longer tolerate her former lover being able to look upon her breasts or pussy, and bent over as she was with legs only slightly apart, the lips of her cunt remained visible, swollen and wet, her opening an invitation for a man’s cock, for the fulfillment of his fantasies.

  He battled twin primal urges—to relegate all contenders to piles of dust versus the need to cover her, thrust inside, to let magic fall away as he mated her in his first form.

  Caught up in his ferocious imaginings and conflicting instincts, long moments passed before he became aware, for the second time since entering the main area, of the phantom rise and fall of the crest of his first form.

  Magic. This was the human who possessed an artifact of some type! Jubal’s eyes narrowed at considering the questions he’d put to Summer, and her claim that this man was nothing to her. A nobody.

  If the male possessed a charm, it could account for the reason Summer kept seeking him out. The thought eased him, at least with respect to his mate.

  The human lusted for Summer. He stank with it.

  Jubal knelt and tethered her ankles with Velcro cuffs already secured to the floor. He breathed in the scent of her desire and reveled in the way she trembled at the merest of his touches. At the way she pushed into his palm when he braced it on her buttock as he stood.

  He moved to the other side of the spanking stand, knelt again, close enough so his mouth brushed her ear. She shivered, whimpered with the need for more.

  “What is his name?”

  And she dared, dared to ask, “Who do you mean?”

  A growl accompanied a light tug on the chain.

  Her small cry was followed by a whispered, “Miles.”

  “Do you crave his cock?”

  Revulsion lanced the scent of her arousal. “No.”

  Her answer puzzled him as much as it pleased him. “Why do you seek him out then?”

  A hard shudder went through her. “I can’t tell you, Master.”

  He decided against pushing her, choosing instead to get her punishment over with so they could return to the seating area for a more private discussion.

  It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t provide incentive for her to trust him with her secrets.

  Releasing the chain, he stood, sought and found Nisien, motioning him over.

  His cousin glanced at the human in passing, murmured for Jubal’s ears only upon reaching him, “This is proving to be a fortuitous outing.”

  Nisien did not insult him by asking if he sensed the magical object. Nor did he make a claim on it, given that he’d no doubt noted Summer’s straying attention and the reason she now rested across a spanking stand.

  Not all artifacts were things to hoard. If this one had some power over her, Jubal would neither relinquish it to another nor allow its existence at all.

  “Assist me,” he said. “My…slave has displeased me greatly. Get the paddle.”

  Nisien’s brows lifted even as his features flushed with pleasure in what was an uncommon intimacy between dragon males. He retrieved it, stopping behind Summer when he returned.

  “Five spanks,” Jubal said, dark satisfaction filling him at Summer’s whimper of protest, at the sight of her pleading eyes as she strained to tilt her head upward so she could meet his gaze, silently begging for it to be his hand delivering discipline.

  He cupped her cheek, rubbed his thumb over parted lips as his other hand dropped to the front of his pants as if to free his cock. She shivered and it sent a rush of heat through his penis. His cock throbbed harder, making its own demands on him, more interested in being sheathed in her body than in gaining her total trust and an acknowledgement of what she was—his.

  “Perhaps I should order another over to take care of my needs. A female not so easily distracted.”

  “No,” she said, voice low, a growl of sorts as she fought the restraints, trying to close the impossible distance of inches that separated her from his cock. “No one else can pleasure you as well as I can, Master.”

  “So you say, and yet you’ve done nothing but displease me so far.” It was shades of the truth only. How could it be otherwise? He was smitten by his mate, and now that he thought she might be under the compulsion of magic, he was more than willing to forgive her inattention, as long as she
gave him her trust.

  “Proceed, Nisien. Five to begin with. Count them, Summer.”

  She jerked with the first blow, panted, “One.” And he stroked himself through the material of his trousers.

  “Two.”

  “Three.”

  Her scent told him she grew more aroused with each strike. Because he’d ordered the punishment. Because he witnessed it. Because his cousin was an extension of him.

  “Four.”

  A moan. A shiver.

  “Five.”

  Jubal joined Nisien. Her buttocks where flushed, her skin color light enough to reveal the heat centered in the smooth delectable globes.

  He caressed one of them with his knuckles and was rewarded by the spasming of her cunt so that it gushed arousal.

  “Warm, but not warm enough,” he said, very aware of the human male and how his gaze was fastened on Summer’s vulva, though the male he played with knelt in front of him, sucking his cock.

  “Careful,” Nisien murmured, making Jubal aware of the thin tendrils of smoke that had escaped his nostrils.

  “Five more.” His cock jerked and leaked. He shifted position, blocking the human’s view as Nisien delivered the spanks in rapid succession.

  Jubal placed his hand on her buttock, fingers splayed and palm pressed to her flesh. The burn he’d wanted was there. “Thank you, Cousin. I believe we’ll return to the sitting area.”

  He freed his mate’s ankles then her wrists, keeping her in front of him as they moved back to their seats. He’d intended her to suck his cock, but by the time he sat, he saw his cousin had already found a playmate, one of the staff members available for quick scenes.

  He indicated the folded jacket on the floor. “Kneel, heels against your buttocks and weight resting on them. Watch while I contemplate whether or not you’re ready for your master’s cock.”

  Chapter Four

  Summer knelt, heat spiking from where her buttocks and heels touched, spearing her cunt and belly in a screaming reminder that Jubal knew he didn’t possess her full attention. She was in over her head with him. She knew it and yet there was no escaping it.

  Guilt was a tight burn in the center of her chest as she looked for and found Miles rather than immediately obey. He was fucking his sub’s mouth.

  Even when that submissive had been Kei, it’d left her cold instead of making her hot. She’d preferred not to watch at all. Now all she felt was relief that he was still in the club and panic that time was running out.

  Her gaze went to the spanking stand. Nisien’s sub was red haired, the color lighter than Kei’s though about as long. It brushed against the floor, creating an erotic, beautiful picture, a naked male bound with his legs spread and balls on display, his cock positioned so it was stretched along the underside of the narrow belly rest.

  The heat radiating through her as a result of her own punishment deepened as Nisien struck the sub’s buttocks, each blow causing the sub’s penis to plunge forward, the foreskin pulled back to reveal its glistening head.

  It was mesmerizing, though the expression on Nisien’s face drew her as well. He gave his sub his complete attention. Each of his movements choreographed to deliver maximum sensation.

  She wished Kei could find someone like him—until her gaze slid lower, once more encountering the dragon covering his chest before coiling around to cover back and shoulders. She shivered, forcing herself to use this time to think rather than just feel.

  If she claimed to need to go to the bathroom, would Jubal accompany her?

  Her gut said Miles would attempt contact if she went alone. Just as it said the star ball was on him. He wouldn’t leave it in a locker.

  Her eyes flicked to where he still fucked his sub’s mouth. Revulsion filled her at imagining the kind of contact that would be required for her to run her hands over Miles’ tight pants, to distract him enough to get the star ball.

  Just think of it as a scene. There’d been dominants she’d regretted saying yes to.

  Her stomach clenched at imagining Jubal’s reaction if he discovered what she’d done after agreeing to belong exclusively to him. Her gaze returned to Nisien, to the sinuous dragon coiling around his torso.

  Jubal leaned forward. She shivered at the feel of his body heat and the silk of his shirt against her back. Imagined he had a tattoo as well, and despite worry over the star ball, hungered to discover the dragon on Jubal’s skin, to press her lips to it and trace it with her tongue.

  She moaned when his hands cupped her breasts, fingers thumbing the nipple clamps and sending a wash of erotic pain downward to her cunt. Intensifying the burn already there because of heels pressed to punished buttocks.

  She arched her back, offered her neck in a primal display of submission. Whimpered when he brushed his lips against it, took delicate skin between his teeth to mark her.

  “Please,” she whispered, wanting to belong to him.

  He bit down hard enough to bruise. Sucked for long erotic moments, heightening her need and ache for him until she trembled with longing for his cock to fill her. The licks he delivered to the mark he’d made on her skin became the writing of his name across her soul.

  “Do you enjoy watching others in their pleasure?” he asked.

  “For the most part, Master.”

  “So perhaps instead of having gained obedience, it’s merely my good fortune at finding you enthralled with my cousin’s activities rather than watching the man you came here to meet.”

  She tensed and immediately cursed herself for the telltale reaction. His hand went to her neck, covering the necklace, his grip firm enough to stir primal fear, creating a fight-or-flight response and forcing her to battle against it, to acknowledge that she trusted him not to hurt her.

  Her body softened. Yielded, transmitting that trust.

  Hard grip became the stroke of a finger over the locket’s chain. “Who gave you this?”

  “A friend.”

  “A lover?”

  “No.”

  “Another master?”

  “No.”

  “Why did you come here seeking the… Miles?”

  “I can’t tell you.” Whispered, pleading words.

  “And yet the reason is important to you.”

  “Yes.”

  “A good master takes care of what belongs to him.”

  He shifted his chair so he could lean over her as he removed the clamp on her right breast, creating an explosion of pain followed by the ecstasy of his mouth latching onto her nipple, his tongue soothing, sucking, making her cry out, making her forget her training and tangle her hands in the auburn hair flowing against her skin.

  He tended her. Laved and suckled, each stroke, each pull reaching through her heart and down to her cunt in a heated flow, delivering comfort and need.

  She was fevered, shaking when his mouth left her breast to kiss her neck, teeth finding the spot he’d marked, gripping, renewing his claim so she clenched her hands in his hair to keep from touching herself, from gaining a release he hadn’t allowed.

  “Why did you seek Miles out?”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  “You will before this night ends.”

  Threat. Promise.

  He released the second clamp. The pain was sharper, fiercer, a fury of it followed by pleasure, a sensual whirlpool that became a soul-deep craving to trust, to turn over her worries and her problems to the man who owned her, to this man who would settle for nothing less than everything.

  “Come, Summer,” he commanded, sending her to heights that left her boneless, upright only because she was in the warm security created by his open thighs and enfolding arms.

  Perfect, Jubal thought, trapped in his mate’s lush scent and sultry heat, his body surrounding hers as she trembled and sighed in the aftermath of the release he’d given her. She was beyond perfect and soon she would trust him with the secret he’d already unraveled.

  She didn’t desire the blond human and wasn’t enthralled b
y him. Yet she’d admitted she’d come to Chains because of him and would have played with him—a thought that had dragon fire sliding up Jubal’s throat and his hand smoothing over her flat belly before claiming her cunt in a possessive cupping. There could only be one reason for it. Treasure.

  Few humans were aware of magic or knew of the supernatural beings they shared their world with. But that didn’t preclude them from seeking the same objects a dragon might seek, if for different reasons.

  He nuzzled his mate’s neck, decided to delay questioning her further. The heat of her bare mound was burning bliss against his palm, her slick folds an invitation he couldn’t ignore.

  He pushed a finger inside her, then a second. Swollen tissue resisted the invasion even as her channel rippled against his fingers and clamped down on them in hungry claiming.

  She arched her back, sexual lassitude lessening at his touch, becoming renewed desire, enhanced when he again ordered her to watch Nisien.

  His cousin had finished paddling his playmate and was now preparing to fuck him. The human male was so ready to be filled that he was humping against the belly rest, struggling against coming as Nisien took him in hand, unrolling a condom and sliding it over the submissive’s cock before doing the same to his own.

  Summer’s hips moved, subtly mimicking the male’s pumping as she fucked herself on his fingers. She was sopping wet, quivering with each of his caresses, making him fight against the need to give her his cock.

  The male in front of them cried out in ecstasy as he was breached. And even tethered tightly he tried to rock backward, to hurry the moment when he was fully impaled by Nisien’s cock.

  Summer panted softly, arching her back and pressing her breast more deeply into Jubal’s hand in a pleading for him to manipulate her nipple. With each of Nisien’s thrusts, her sheath tightened on his fingers in a silent begging to be fucked.

  Jubal survived the torment, but only barely. By the time Nisien gave his sub permission to come and did so himself, Jubal was nearly wrapped around Summer, her scent and heat the entirety of his world, the craving to cover her, naked flesh to naked flesh, a pounding demand he wouldn’t be able to fight against much longer.