Sold To The Dragon Princes: The Novel

by Daniella Wright

  I stare at Kostya incredulously, even as Tannic raises up his head to examine us both in a mix of trepidation and anticipation. His muscles flex against the chains, and I see the slightest bulge forming in his underwear, about the only thing he has been allowed to wear. His body is marked with slash lines, and parts of his thigh seem red and raw. Purplish bruises are fading on the tops of his arms.

  “What the fuck is this?” I ask.

  Kostya merely smiles. There's no warmth in it. The nice guy image I briefly entertained with him is fading away into nothing, crumbling into the same darkness I hold inside. “There's a good reason we have a prince of the other royal family here. At his permission, may I intercede – before you ask if I'm unlawfully keeping him here.”

  Now I'm even more confused. “What?”

  “You don't mind, Tannic, if I give our new room mate the story?” Kostya pats him on the head, and Tannic lets out a grunt, his green eyes narrowed. “No, of course you don't,” Kostya continued. “Because you're nothing but scum.”

  Utterly baffled, I let Kostya guide me to the sofa, finding it difficult to take my eyes off the muscular shifter chained up by Kostya's bed.

  “Once upon a time,” Kostya begins, his voice low, concealing any emotions he might have tucked inside, “Tannic and I were friends. Friends for the longest time. It didn't matter for us that we came from separate royal lines. Oh no. We did everything together. We even lost our virginity to one another.”

  My eyes threaten to pop out of my head. What?

  Kostya waits for me to respond, so I oblige. “Are you serious? You guys are lovers?”

  His light blue eyes flick between me and Tannic for a moment. He drums his fingers against the leather sofa, making creaking noises as he adjusts his weight. I smell the leather as well, strong and pungent, and the material crackles under my touch.

  “We were. And Tannic, here, he swore his love to me. He swore that we'd be together forever. You know. Typical lover's things. Of course, he just couldn't keep that cock of his in his pants. He slept around with five other men other than me. Just men, funnily enough. No women. So you could say that he quickly grew to be reviled and hated, even amongst his family. He tells me, he can't help it. He has urges. But I'll always be his special one. Ha, ha.”

  Bitterness laces Kostya's tone. Despite myself, my palms are now firmly clamped over my mouth. A day ago, I'd been preparing how to throw Kallen off me. Today, I'm being plunged straight into some bitchy dragon shifter prince drama, and I have no idea how to react.

  What the fuck, dragon shifters? What's wrong with you?

  Tannic says nothing the whole while, though he bows his head as if laboring against strong winds. I've not heard him speak yet, actually, so I don't know if he has a low grunt of a voice, a pleasant lilt or a thick accent, more related to the eastern European bloc.

  Kostya continues his surprising little tale, though I'm still unsure of the final purpose as to why he wants someone like me around. “I dumped him, in the end. Couldn't handle the drama, and the cheating. He soon realized he didn't have many friends at all... if any. So now he comes crawling back to me, begging me to take him in again. That he's always loved me. But you know. I'm not so willing to accept him.”

  At this, Tannic makes a soft noise, though he still doesn't form any words I recognize.

  “So... why do you have him chained up here?” I push forward the question. Kostya blinks rapidly.

  “Well, you see, Ria, he just wouldn't stop. He kept sending me gifts, begging me, promising me he'd change. It's really quite pathetic. But, I suppose there is mercy in me, somewhere. I said I'd take him back... if he allowed me to do whatever I wanted with him. To treat him like a slave. To obey my every order. For a year.”

  Now it's starting to make sense to me. “And... he agreed?”

  “Oh, yes he did. He was that desperate.” Kostya smiles again, but I don't see any empathy. He hates this person for betraying him. Utterly despises. “I need a partner in crime to help me punish him. Someone with experience. And preferably a woman, because he's never actually dated a woman before. I'd like him to lose his virginity to a woman. And in return, Ria – you can punish him however you like. Because he's my playtoy, and he can be yours.”

  Okay. With his purpose clear, I sigh. Kostya did see the darkness in me, and he wants to use it.

  I'm not sure what to think about that. I barely want such corruption in myself, but I see it as a necessity, to keep everything working and my mind sane. But to deliberately tap into it for his estranged lover, who sounds in his description like some kind of pathetic, lovelorn sap who has no impulse control?

  It makes me dislike Tannic automatically, even though he's been so quiet, his green eyes so careful.

  “We will both be his masters,” Kostya says. “Ours to do fit with.”

  “Now?” I ask the question bluntly, turning my voice harsh. Kostya smiles.

  “Watch, first. Then you can decide for yourself.”

  He walks up to Tannic, whose green eyes take on a glint of despair, as well as desire.

  This is so fucked up. I mean, I was already in a fucked up situation before, but this feels like I've drifted from one world to the next. A world where I can be the tormentor, rather than the tormented. A world where my darkness can be allowed to thrive, even though I want to slowly wean her off, so I don't need to keep resorting to her in dire moments.

  I rest a palm against my brown hair as I watch Kostya get up, all calm and menace at the same time. He gives Tannic a vicious smile, and kneels down in front of the muscular shifter.

  “You hope, don't you, that by the end, after all I've put you through, I'll grow to love you again. I hear that desperate hitch of your breath – the pathetic way you adhere to my demands.” He presses his fingers into where a faint bruise lingers on Tannic's skin, and digs in. “I want you to look me in the eyes. You must not look away, you must not glaze them over in pleasure. You must always be looking at me.”

  I change my position to get a better view of this act, and see that Tannic's green eyes are now fixated upon Kostya's. Kostya is indifferent, though his hand slips to Tannic's underwear, and he slides the material off so that Tannic's semi-erect manhood is displaying, almost as thick and muscular as the rest of his body.

  “Look at me, scum,” Kostya breathes, even as his hand now cradles Tannic's cock, roughly rubbing it up and down. Sometimes his fingertips dip close enough to the ballsack to make Tannic gasp, and I Kostya's ministrations has a heavy effect upon the chained prince, who quickly grows to full size down there. I see Tannic's breath stuttering faster, his chest heaving, and despite myself, I'm getting excited as well.

  How cruel this is. Yet, how exhilarating. I wonder if it's really love that holds Tannic here, or pride. Perhaps both, with a little topping of desperation. Tannic lets out a sound like a gasp, shuddering as Kostya continues to work on him, rough but likely pleasurable at the same time, given how enormous it's become under the contact.

  I find myself getting wet witnessing this. I try to lock away the feeling, because I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I am. I even want to see if Tannic will make the mistake, so that Kostya can punish him. To place myself in the mind of the sadist, rather than the submissive or a reluctant submissive outlook, makes me drunk with possibilities. If I had power to be able to make someone come or suffer under my hands, how delicious would it be?

  I take a trembling breath, letting the thrill course through me. I want that power. I want to be in Kostya's position, forcing someone to submit to my gaze, to obey my every whim. Would I abuse such power, or be merciful?

  My mind whirs through these thoughts, even as Kostya, with those cold blue eyes, jerks off Tannic, who is trying so hard to focus on him and to not groan. I see the tendons in Tannic's neck bracing, and his muscles giving little spasms whenever Kostya either hits a sweet spot or triggers a wave of pain. I'm not sure which.

  Tannic obeys Kostya's instruction, though, and Kost
ya releases him suddenly – just before what I suspect is his orgasm.

  Tannic groans, and Kostya merely grins. “Don't you dare touch yourself.” He then turns to me, one eyebrow quirked, mirth lingering upon his lips. “Well? Do you think you can fit the role of mistress to this filth?”

  I allow the darkness to cover my heart, and I smile. “I suppose I might be able to assist with that. God knows I've suffered enough as it is. Might be nice to turn the tables on someone else. Give them a taste of pain.” My tongue runs over my lips salaciously, promising action to my words. Kostya smiles wider at this, and he bows to me.

  “You don't have to make him lose his virginity yet. But it's something I would like. It should... upset him.”

  The way he talks about Tannic, as if he's not even in the room, doesn't go unnoticed by me. Kostya really holds nothing but contempt for that shifter. The betrayal must cut deep to the bone, right in the parts I believe many men are unwilling to admit exist.

  Everyone feels something, though. Even psychopaths. Though their capacity to care is somewhat diminished. Kallen was a psychopath. Reading him was difficult but not impossible. These people are like open books in comparison, even with the way they restrict their expressions.

  As for me? Well. Anything can happen. I've gone from the good, sweet teenager out for her first trip to Europe to a cold, dark husk who has lost her dreams, and finds so very little to enjoy in present.

  I whisper a silent apology to my parents. They did a good job with me, honestly. How were they to know what lay inside their daughter all this time?

  Clad in my nightgown, I stride towards Tannic, oozing nothing but confidence. “I have an idea for him. Are the chains loose enough?”

  Kostya nods. “They give him a meter or so of room.”

  Just enough. “I have two ideas. The first is a simple one. You say that he cheated upon you?”

  Kostya grins, and my heart leaps slightly. “Yes. Many times.”

  “Then he has to watch us. Watch as you don't keep it in your pants. And if he comes, he will be punished.”

  A glint of desire ignites Kostya's expression. “Yes...” he whispers.

  Close to Tannic, but not close enough for him to reach, I go to seize Kostya by his collar, and pull him towards me. “Let him watch as you do what he did.”

  Kostya chuckles, and I see my darkness reflected in his eyes like mirrors. He's getting turned on by the idea. I see the shift of his pants, and I grin as I unbutton his shirt and try to keep my cool, not wanting to admit I'm interested in what lurks beneath. I tear off his expensive clothes, revealing a hairless chest underneath, well toned, not quite as sculpted as Tannic, but packing power in there.

  I stare down his lightly bearded face, those dark, thin lips, the pale and hard contrast of his body, as if he's made out of metal, and run my fingers in the gap between his pecs. All the while, I'm fighting my own excitement. It's so easy to get carried away like this, though I control my breathing as I peel off my own nightshirt. Kostya examines my now naked body with keen interest. I didn't have anything underneath – partly because I suspected what might be needed of me.

  But to take control, however, is something else. I tell Kostya to take off his pants, and he obeys, those eyes shining dangerously, the smile upon his lips, even as I hear Tannic groan.

  Is he upset or turned on? I can't be sure. But I scrutinize Kostya's now fully naked form, the well shaped musculature and the hardness to his face, despite the soft oval curve of it.

  I smile at him, full of confidence, as I grab his manhood then softly stroke my fingers over it. It's already hard, and I know he's getting off on this almost as much as I am.

  Tannic lets out a whimper as I lean forward to kiss Kostya on the lips, quickly turning it into open mouthed kisses, where our tongues seek one another greedily. I close my eyes to indulge in the taste of him, and the hot breath and shiver of his form.

  I'm ready for much more, and I touch the sensitive part of him, feeling how slippery it is, as well as sensing the wetness between my legs, because I'm sopping at this point. Turned on beyond anything I might have expected.

  With Kallen, I turned myself on by imagining things in my head. Imagining other men and coming, not from his shit attention to me, but from mine. With this, I find myself actually turned on by Kostya himself, with the power he contains in his body The control, and the confident, dangerous smile upon his lips. It's all so wrong, somehow. Yet so delicious. Tantalizing, even.

  Our kisses grow fiery hot, burning the air around us, and my heart's hammering fast, matching Kostya's. Before long, I step away and guide him over to the sofa, burning to be taken, though I keep my cool demeanor, acting clinical, like it's no big deal for either of us. That we're doing this solely to make Tannic suffer the consequences of his actions.

  I lay back on the leather sofa as it creaks, and Kostya settles himself between my legs, and then slides himself inside me, filling up the empty space there. It's been a long time since I've wanted someone's manhood inside me like this, so I make the most of it, sighing and closing my eyes, before letting loose a wicked smirk and amplifying the sound effects as he thrusts inside me.

  I moan, whimper and encourage him to go faster, harder – until my breasts are unable to sit still on my chest, and the leather constantly squeaks and cracks. Kostya focuses on me with hard determination, his eyes icy chips as he bores them into mine.

  When Tannic lets out an exclamation of anger, we just continue our carnal interaction, and I laugh as I feel the orgasm build up inside me, tensing itself in my thighs, channelling through Kostya's energy into something powerful. I let out a long, high pitched scream as it rages through me, flooding every nerve and bathing my blood in licks of heat and electricity, everything that a passionate encounter leaves between lovers. Not that I'd describe us as lovers, exactly. Not at this point. Accomplices, perhaps.

  He comes inside me as well, and slows down, panting fast, water beading over his nose and streaking over his cheeks. Without me prompting him, he leans then to kiss me furiously with such force that I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. I shake my head, dazed, as he releases me from his lips and pulls out. Remembering that I'm not just here to get my rocks off, I turn to stare at Tannic.

  It's obvious to the both of us that the shifter has ejaculated.

  “Someone,” Kostya says then, his voice hissing ominously, “Has done something he's not meant to have done.”

  Both of us turn to face him, and he shudders, genuine fear flowing through his skin. Kostya simply gets up, and I follow, though my legs are unsteady, still warm and glowing from the orgasm writhing inside.

  “I think, since you like coming so much,” Kostya says, now crouching naked beside Tannic, “that you should come again. And again. And again.”

  Tannic now stares at Kostya.

  “You first, my lady?” Kostya bows to me, and I smile imperiously back.

  “You're too kind.” I touch Tannic's limp erection, and it's not long before my motions help bring it back into hardness again. I imagine, for a brief moment, what that enormous thick cock might feel like inside me, and I realize I'm raring and ready to go again, despite having only orgasmed a few minutes before. That thought burns me up with curiosity, even as the shifter groans, my hand touching him where perhaps a woman has never touched him before.

  I feel his muscles tense and hear his breath quicken as I torture him this way, until my curiosity gets the better of me, and I force him to lie back, so that I can straddle him.

  “You want to know what he felt when he went inside me?” I whisper, smirking devilishly, and Tannic shudders in response. I hear Kostya's voice hitch in excitement, as I lower myself onto Tannics huge erection, and groan as he stretches my insides wide, causing both a mix of pain and pleasure.

  I move slowly above him, even as he lets out another soft whimper, eyes fixated upon my breasts as I begin to ride him hard, racing myself to another orgasm. It's easy to come again, wit
h his huge manhood jabbing at my g-spot, and my eyes hood over. I smile as I give into the darkness inside me.

  I come at the same time he does and feel his warmth mix up with Kostya's, and I enjoy the second orgasm. My inner walls convulse around his cock, making him hiss, and his eyes roll back for a moment.

  “Oh, we're not done yet,” I whisper, though my legs at this point feel wobbly and unstable. Rocked by two orgasms, I extract myself from him and grab his slick cock, forcing it shortly to become erect again. His face contorts in pain, as he's incredibly sensitive at this point, unable to endure much more.

  I don't stop, though. Kostya's hard again as well, and even as I work away at Tannic's erection, Kostya pushes Tannic to his knees, so he can take him from behind. Tannic groans, his eyes squeezing shut as Kostya forces himself in deep. It must be painful, but he grows even thicker and harder under my hands, and I know he likes it. He wants Kostya so badly. He's willing to go through all this shit.

  The thought ignites the fire inside me hotter, deeper, and between us, we make Tannic come three more times. He lies in an exhausted, throbbing heap on the floor after Kostya jerks him off for the fifth time, and we both stare at the imprisoned prince, who is partially teary, but not protesting or complaining.

  Instantly, I feel a little guilty, before I let it be disguised under my darkness. I nod to Kostya.

  “He's going to have a hard few months, I think.”

  Kostya chuckles, though he sounds weary as well. “Definitely.”

  How odd, I think, that I've been thrust straight to the other side of the scales. To be the one who does this, to be in control and triumphant about it.

  To have both these handsome shifters under my thumb, because Kostya obeyed my instructions explicitly. Even if Tannic doesn't want to obey me, he'll listen to Kostya. I see it in the way Kostya looks at me. I sense he admires my manner, and that he's drawn to my darkness. I believe it turns him on, to have that spark flare up inside me.

  How odd.

  Chapter Three