Reign of Ash (Black Harbour Dragons)

by Jadyn Chase

  Before I could say anything else, I felt her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking my already firm erection. The warmness of her grip made me throb under her touch. When I felt the softness of her lips kiss my tip, I sat straight up, grabbing the sheets underneath me as her mouth engulfed the top half of my shaft. She moved up and down, while her hand followed her mouth. Echoes of me moaning filled the room, only to be accompanied by the sounds of her moist slurps over my manhood.

  It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone. I just didn't have the urge, but with Whisper, I wanted to give her every inch of me and then some. I wanted to give her all of my energy, my time, an entire life where she didn't have to hide or run from me or my brethren … where she didn't have to be my pet.

  The feeling of her tongue running under the length of me sent me into ecstasy. I couldn't believe she could pleasure me so easily. I couldn't let this be the end, so I moved the sheets from on top of us. Her tiny waist, with that cute ass wiggling behind her while those beautiful blonde strands moved up and down, made me grip the bed under me even harder. Just a few more … I didn't want to finish in her mouth.

  "Come here," I finally muttered, pulling her mouth up to mine, I kissed her deeply passionately. Her naked body pressed against mine, straddling my erection, waiting for me to do what was supposed to come next naturally. But I never did like things to be predictable.

  I swung my legs over the side of the bed, keeping her wrapped around me, I carried her into the other room. I'd at least use it while she was here and in such a giving mood. The black wall with the shackles would have to be for another time. I settled on laying her down on the edge of the bed.

  The first time I slid inside of her, her walls clenched around me, sucking me in just as good as her mouth but just a little bit tighter.

  "You feel amazing," I breathed into her ear.

  She moaned and arched her back giving me deeper range. I stroked in and out of her, delicately at first until she came for me. The quiver in her thigh was undeniable. The redness splashed across her fair skin gave her the hue of a peach.

  I followed her blushing trail from her face down to her breasts. With every dive into her tender cavern of pleasure, I kissed, sucked, and licked on those perky nipples. I flicked my tongue over them making her body writhe from the erotic bliss. Her fingers grazed my scalp before pulling my hair yanking my head back. I shook her loose before pulling out of her and dropping to my knees.

  I took my flicking tongue back to where I first met her sex. That sweet little nub hardened while my mouth lapped at it. She grabbed my head again, this time burying my face deeper into her. Her thighs tightened around me as she climaxed again. I had to come up for air.

  "That's certainly one way to smother a flame," I laughed.

  She opened her eyes, shaking her head with a soft grin on her face, "Did you finish?"

  "Not even close," I told her. "Just enjoying the view from up here."

  "I'm glad you like what you see."

  "There's something else I want to see," I grinned, "Turn over."

  She did as she was told, turning over onto her stomach. I didn't hesitate, sliding two of my fingers over her slit to make sure she was still wet. Primed and ready, I pushed deep inside of her again. I pressed my hand down onto the small of her back, rolling my hips into every thrust. I moved in and out of her. We fit together like it was meant to be.

  The sounds of her backside clapping against my lap only brought out my primitive urges. I began moving faster, harder. Her moans turned into full-blown screams of joy. I grabbed both of her arms, stretching them behind her like the handlebars to my bike. I held her wrists as I began to thrust in and out of her. Her feet spread a little wider. Her back arched a little deeper, and my cock pounded into her even harder. Faster and faster I went until I was on the brink of climax.

  Whisper's words came in the softest tone I'd ever heard escape her lips as if she knew I was ready, "Cum for me Ash."

  I exploded inside of her with a thrust that left my own legs quivering. I leaned over her, pressing myself against her back, holding her tight as I released every ounce of pleasure into her body. We collapsed onto the bed next to each other.

  "I think that was the best sex I've ever had," she stated but she wasn't exactly talking to me.

  "Me too," I agreed.

  "So what do we do now?"

  My burgeoning erection brushed against her thigh. Her eyes moved from my face down to her legs and back up to me, "I guess round 2 it is."

  There was something about Whisper that I couldn't pinpoint. She'd always held my desires even when neither of us knew it. So I let myself go. I let myself enjoy her. Rounds two and three were spectacular, four was over the top and five? Five left us both spent and falling fast asleep.

  A hard knock at the door woke me up, but Whisper still slept comfortably in my bed. I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist as I rushed to answer it.

  I started talking before I even knew who it was, but there's only one person who uses the door often, "Father, you must give me time to get to know my pet before you come checking her for marks."

  Opening the door wide, Miranda stepped inside slinking her way toward the sofa with her own pet crawling on his hands and knees behind her.

  "Well good afternoon, Ash," she sighed sitting on the sofa. Her Anthro moved next to her silently and without command began sucking on her toes.

  "I didn't invite you inside. As a matter of fact, I believe my last words to you were to stay out of here and away from my pet," I snarled. "You need to leave."

  "Is she marked yet? Can I see it?" she asked eagerly, deliberately ignoring my demand for her to go. She was doing it on purpose.

  "No, you can't see it or her. Now go," I pointed her to the door.

  Instead of getting up, she leaned back and opened her legs wide. The pants she wore unzipped from the waistband down to her crotch, around the back, and up to the waistband behind her. Her pet didn't hesitate as he unzipped her and dove right in.

  "Call her out here and let's have some fun like old times," she teased.

  "Leave before I fling him out of the window," I scolded her.

  "Oh but your windows are closed, undoubtedly to protect your little fleshling," she sneered.

  Miranda didn't make him stop. As a matter of fact, she moaned and groaned louder until finally, she got exactly what she wanted. Whisper walked out of the room wearing one of my shirts. She didn't say anything to Miranda as she walked by to get a glass of water. When she passed me, she reached up and kissed me gently, before making her way back to the room.

  "Oh wait until everyone hears about this. She's unmarked, unleashed, and sleeping in your bedroom!" Miranda laughed.

  "She's only doing what I've told her to do and how to behave in my chambers."

  "I don't believe you and no one else will either," Miranda shook her head with surprise. She suddenly remembered her pet was tasting her and she instantly shooed him away. "Enough. Clean me up."

  He did as he was instructed, and it was in those moments I understood. Everyone would know how much I cared about her if I didn't treat her like everyone else treated their pets.

  "Why don't we find you the one who will be obedient?" Miranda suggested, "Her? She's going to bolt the first time she's disciplined. She's strong. Too strong to be a pet, so she might as well be lunch."

  "I will be no one's food," Whisper stammered coming out of the room.

  Miranda cocked her head to the side, sizing Whisper up. I moved her behind me.

  "You dare speak to me, Anthros!? How dare you?!" Miranda shouted.

  "I will not have you antagonizing nor teasing other members of the Sapphires. Apologize and kneel beside your master!" I commanded Whisper, hoping that she'd follow my cue and do as she was told.

  But by giving her as much freedom as I have, it only empowered her defiance more.

  "No," she stated simply folding her arms across her chest, "I will not apologize to her
, and in your chambers, you shouldn't make me."

  The Anthro leashed by Miranda's side cowered as he covered his own head and buried his face behind her legs. But before Miranda could do anything I backhanded Whisper to the ground.

  "For once in your now infinitely shorter life, you will do as you're told!" I growled at her. Fear and shock rained over her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Now go to your room and chain yourself to the wall, like a good little pet. I'll be in shortly to deliver the rest of your punishment for disobedience."

  Whisper backed away from me, refusing to get up until she was closer to the hallway entrance.

  "Satisfied?" I asked turning to Miranda.

  "Very much so. I remember when you used to slap me around like that. Oh, those were the days to remember. So much rage. So much strength. So much fire. We could have toppled mountains together," she said moving closer to me. Her hand stroked the side of my face before moving down to undo my towel. I grabbed it before it dropped.

  "You need to leave now, Miranda. I know what you're doing, and it won't work. That side of me is gone. I have it all under control now. You see how well my pet is doing. Now you're completely useless to me. We're done."

  "We're not done until I say we are," she snarled snatching the towel and tossing it to the ground. Pushing me back, I almost forgot how strong she was. She grabbed every inch of my flaccid member as if she were waiting for me to react. When it didn't move, she dropped it along with the angry glare on her face. Sadness and frustration replaced her rage. "I don't know who you are anymore, do I?"

  "You never did, Miranda. You never did."

  11

  Whisper

  The throbbing of my face … it pulsed with every beat of my heart as blood rushed and pooled to my cheek. The puffiness under my eye, the tenderness of my lip, it stung to the touch. I twisted and craned my neck in such a way for the light to hit it just right. I wanted to see how much damage would be done. It wasn't the first time I'd been hit. Charlotte did a number on me a few years back, but Jasper intervened before things got worse. This? This was something different. He promised he wouldn't treat me like one. How could I ever trust him again? I had to get the hell out of here.

  "Why did you make me do that?" his voice came in behind me and then I saw his reflection in the mirror. "Why didn't you stay in the bed? Why did you test her? I told you not to feed into Miranda! I told you not to antagonize anyone, especially her!"

  "You told me!" I screamed back, "You told me you wouldn't treat me like a pet! That's what you said! You told me … You made love to me … I can't believe I let you … I wanted us to be …"

  The tears fell as the words vanished from my vocabulary … all of them. I couldn't bring my thoughts together. The pain from being struck coinciding with the pain of my heart breaking, when I never knew he held it, was causing my pulse to race and my chest to tighten.

  "How could you do this to me?! I trusted you," I cried. When he reached out to me, I pushed him away. He let me. I knew he didn't have to. He was strong, strong enough to never even flinch when I touched him, but he moved when I moved him.

  Pushing past him, I stormed out of the bathroom and into the playroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it. He banged on the door, yelling through to me, "Let me in. I'm sorry I hit you so hard. I didn't mean to, but in the presence of Miranda, it has to be believed that you are my pet! She's dangerous when she doesn't get what she wants, Whisper. She enjoys the chaos and the rage of that dragon who created the Glasslands. She'll use you to bring out that side of me and if something happened to you because I brought you here, then she'd get exactly what she wanted. I can't have that Whisper. You mean too much to me. So I'll let you stay in there. We both know I can come in if I choose. But I think we can both use a moment to cool off. I'll be back. Don't leave this apartment, Whisper. I promise you'll regret it if you do."

  "Don't leave this apartment, Whisper," I mocked him from behind the closed door. I'd survived nearly 23 years on my own, well, of course, I had Jasper, but for the most part, I've been handling myself for years without him. I can, and need to go back to the life I had before he took me here.

  I didn't know how long I stayed in that room. I didn't look through the drawers or benches. I simply sat on the bed, right beside the spot where he made love to me and I climaxed uncontrollably. Flashes of our time together were blurred by the solitary moment he hit me. My guess is Miranda would have done worse, but I didn't want to stay and give it another chance of happening.

  I took several deep breaths as I approached the door wondering if Ashton had returned. A cool gust of air rushed around me, practically lifting me off of my feet. It swept up, under the shirt; his shirt that bore his scent. His scent that would be forever ingrained in my memories. But now those memories were poisoned. I wanted to give him this because a part of me knew he was right. I agreed to come here under the guise of being his pet, and I never expected it to be enacted so soon … especially after the past few hours we'd spent together. They were so full of love, hope, and bliss. I hated having to let that go, but I couldn't stay.

  The windows weren't down anymore. Flames danced where they once shut us in. The sky was dark. The stars were out. The apartment was empty. I wanted to cry. I wanted Ashton to come back, but then I remembered why I came out of the room.

  I found my clothes and even threw on one of his jackets before I left. I wouldn't stay. I refused. After peering out into the hallway, I heard voices but decided that walking out like I was given permission was the best way to go. I let my ponytail swing with a confidence I sure was only in my imagination. Every step toward the elevator made me want to cringe, scream, run, and hide.

  I pushed the button, willing the doors to open faster so I could leave. I'd worry about the lobby once I got down there. I heard voices coming closer and pushed the button again incessantly. I just knew the elevator would come faster the more I pushed that stupid button. When the doors finally opened, I was glad to see it empty. I ducked inside as fast as I possibly could and pushed the ground floor button with the same ferocity as I pushed the button to summon it.

  No one came.

  I rode the elevator with relief until it stopped moving. When the doors opened I saw a man standing there. He wore a pair of tan linen pants where I could see the full length of his member. It twitched as he stared at me.

  "Where do you belong?" he asked me.

  "I belong outside with Ashton's bike," I told him. Thank goodness for quick thinking.

  He reached toward me, moving the collar of the jacket just enough for him to pull down the side of my shirt where that insipid mark should be. He grunted but didn't say anything. The next thing I felt was his fingers gripping me from behind my neck and yanking me off of the elevator.

  "You'll be a great addition to my collection."

  "No," I started to protest.

  He turned me with a glare in his eyes that told me he wasn't to be toyed with, "This is your first, your only, and your last caveat. Do not speak to me or in front of me. You are not marked so you are fair game Sweetheart. Now walk."

  I began to tremble as I tried to suppress the tears wanting to come down my cheeks. He ushered me past a few Sapphires and their pets mingling in the hallway.

  "Isn't that?" one of them spoke up.

  "She ain't marked," my captor hissed.

  "Dude, she reeks of his scent!" he replied. "He's going to kill you."

  "I'd like to see him try," he laughed as he pushed me toward his apartment.

  Room was more like it. There was one door that separated his space from the communal area, but only partitions sectioned off the rooms inside. It wasn't as nice as Ashton's. The floors were cold, dark grey cement. I heard the rattling of chains first before I saw the girl saunter out to greet him. She bowed her head, dropped to her knees and kissed his feet.

  "Very good Sasha," he tapped her lightly on her dark brown head. He motioned for her to stand. "Take her to your pad and show h
er how to behave."

  I didn't speak up. I didn't debate. I was just happy to be left with someone I could take on.

  The only similarity between his apartment and Ashton's were the lack of windows and walls to the outside air. The girl, very slender, walked me to a corner close to the fire dancing in front of the open space. There was an actual pad on the ground. She spoke in a hushed tone.

  "We sleep here. You will sleep on the floor. You have to earn your pad. When Ivan comes in, you bow your head, then get down like you just saw me do to kiss his feet."

  "I'm not doing that," I mumbled under my breath.

  "You better or you'll be testing wings you don't have," she warned. "When he calls, you have seconds to get to him. You will do whatever he says, and enjoy it while you do."

  I rolled my eyes.

  "You need to get rid of that. It will get you killed," she told me.

  "Get rid of what?"

  "Your attitude," she huffed. "It will get us both hurt since I'm the one training you."

  "I should just jump now. There's no way I'd leave Ashton to come down here," I mumbled looking to the open skies. I'd love to see what it was like to fly, even if it was only to fall to the ground.

  She smiled, "You belong to Ashton and you left?"

  "I just walked out. He hit me because Miranda-"

  "Wait a minute, he hit you while Miranda was there? I've always wanted to be his pet but Ivan got to me first. How was it? Did you have to pleasure the both of them at the same time?"

  "Of course not! Ashton wouldn't dare share me."

  "And you left him while so many pets beg to be at his beck and call. You're worthless and pathetic. Not to mention stupid if you think he's going to stop dealing with Miranda. She's got him wrapped around her finger. I mean look at what she was able to convince him to do. Hit you? Do you know how dangerous he can be? He scorched this one patch of Earth and turned it into a pool of glass. You think he's going to be reasonable with you after you escaped and came down here? He's going to incinerate you," she cackled.