Chapter 3
Domina
Sinta Cora
Eyes locked together – wicked intent clashing against desperate desire – I indulge in a slow lick from balls to tip.
Then gently suck his round head into my mouth.
He clenches his jaw against my assault and emits a muffled yell, his thighs like granite beneath my hands.
He's warm and thick in my mouth, tasting of salt and man and something that reminded me of a blazing campfire.
It was almost akin to an aphrodisiac, igniting my senses with a fever.
I groan and suck harder, taking in more of him.
He was gorgeous, so fucking sexy.
I delighted in it, knew that in this moment he was utterly mine. I could do what I wished, demand what I wished, and he would succumb under the promise of completion.
He was ready.
Him
Fucking hell.
Holy fucking hell.
I’d been cynical when my friends dared me to book a session, maybe even thought I’d spend the entire time laughing my way through it.
I didn’t think I’d fucking like it. I didn’t think he would like it.
Moody and violent to the point of destruction, he struggled with people who weren’t trusted friends and family.
He failed to see others as anything but prey.
I was gonna grit my way through the session for the 2 million dollar prize and the keys to Rapid’s brand new luxury yacht – and bragging rights of course.
I thought she’d whip me a little, maybe make me call her something ridiculous like mummy, and have me fuck her while she pretended she was in charge.
But this…….. this I hadn’t seen coming.
I hadn’t seen her coming.
Gasping and moaning like a fucking virgin teen, I clenched my jaw against the urge to order her to gag on my cock, stopped myself from breaking my restraints and grabbing a fistful of that dark ebony hair and yanking her where I wanted her. Taking her mouth and throat until I was painting it with my cum then flipping her over and fucking that pert ass raw.
I writhed under her ministrations, flinching every time my ass brushed the silk sheets.
It felt so fucking good – like heightened sensation.
I moaned out when she took more of me, close to whimpering as she immediately backed off.
I glared into laughing green eyes, breathing hard, bucking my hips in a silent demand for more, more, MORE!
Eyebrow flicking up with quiet reprimand, I grit my teeth and still my desperate movements.
Smiling, she leans down and swallows my cock into the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I bark, moaning, arching up into her. “Fuck yes, choke on it.” I growl.
That quickly she’s gone, and I flinch.
Everything in me recoils, deflating, sinking with the realisation of what I just did.
And the look of absolute disappointment on her face.
‘No. Want.’
Sucking in a breath, I shake my head and push my dragon back when he tries to lunge forward.
“I thought you understood the rules, My Dragon.”
My beast writhes, moves under my skin, tells me he wants to present his neck to her.
‘Beg. Submit.’ He rumbles.
It doesn’t make sense. I’m one of the most dominant dragons in the world, I can’t stand a female trying to tell me what to wear – let alone taking charge during sex.
But at this moment I think she could cow me with nothing but a tap of her high, sexy heels.
“I’m sorry, Domina—”
“Quiet!” She scolds, slipping off the bed and standing. “You’ve just earned another punishment.”
I whimper.
But I’m not sure if it’s of fear or eagerness.
Storming to the head of the bed, she detaches my bound hands and pulls, forcing me to move off the bed or land on the floor face-first.
I stagger after her as she drags me to the X-shaped cross in the corner, breathing heavily as she straps me into it – unbinding my hands only to strap each to an arm of it.
I’m facing the cross and the wall of instruments, and I’m practically immobile.
Though I could break the straps with my superior strength, I felt that was exactly the wrong thing to do here.
And I was so fucking desperate for her.
Watching her move away to the wall, she carefully considers each instrument, some of them scary enough I’d scream Red without hesitation if she picked them.
My small breath of relief as she chose one of those small wooden serving platters with a handle was quiet – barely heard over her heels and the crackling fireplace.
“Do you know what this is, My Dragon?” She asks casually, holding it up for me to inspect.
I clear my throat once, twice. “No, Domina.”
She grins with savage delight. “It’s called a paddle. In the years before the 20th century, parents would use it to punish delinquent children. It would leave them bruised for weeks.”
Swallowing hard, I stare at the piece of wood that had seemed harmless.
“I’m not going to bruise you with it…… this time. But I do like the idea of you feeling my marks for a day or two, having to jack off every time something brushed your sore ass. Picturing me while you do it……” She smiles softly, and I have to blink at the girlish beauty of it. How it softens her face to an angelic quality. “Colour, My Dragon?”
“Green, Domina.” I croak, heart thumping, my hips restless.
“Good boy.” She purrs and moves around me.
I can’t control the shiver that rattles my bones, the pleasure those words bring. If I weren’t tied up I might have had to live with the fact that my knees buckled.
This female had an insane amount of control over me.
I wondered if she knew it.
I also had to thank Tomashi for daring me to do this in the first place.
“You won’t need to count this time, My Dragon. I want you to focus on the sensations.” She husks, one of her small hands smoothing down my spine.
I arch into the touch, listen to her small hum of pleasure.
And jerk as my ass lights up from the solid, hard smack of the paddle.
Crying out, I barely have time to gasp before she does it again. And again. And again. And again.
It’s like the harshest of pleasures, like she’s filling me with an avalanche of fire and heat and building me towards something I can’t see. Something I don’t understand.
I’d think I was about to cum but it has never felt like this. Nothing has ever felt like this.
With only five strikes she pauses, stepping around the cross and peering into my face.
“Colour?” She demands, breathing heavily.
“Gr—green. Domina.” I breath, trembling.
I choke as she immediately drops to her knees, welcoming my cock deep into the wet haven of her throat.
I clench my jaw, groaning like I’ve been run through with a sword, using every bit of my will to keep quiet.
She bobs on my length, tonguing and sucking and grazing it with her teeth.
Wringing pleasure from me.
My breathing becomes stuttered, broken.
My hips jerk helplessly as I feel myself beginning to crest, so close to that glorious finish.
She releases my cock to lick at my adonis belt, tracing the muscled flesh with her tongue, her small hands fondling my balls – tugging and pressing in just the right places.
Whimpering, I drop my head to stare at her, considering begging her for more.
With a final long lick she rises again, leaving me on the edge of a momentous climax, and returns to her position behind me.
“Remember,” She breathes against my ear. “Don’t come.”
My forehead hits the cross as I let loose a pathetic, whining whimper.
Sinta
Raising the paddle, I take to his ass again.
Five neat spanks alternating between cheeks before delivering a final, solid hit to the whole of his ass.
He jerks and whimpers with each, grinding against the cross, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut.
I press myself against his back, reaching around to grasp his cock.
He moans out, grinding into my hold, fucking my hand with a feral abandon.
“Colour, My Dragon?”
“Green, Domina. Green, green, green.” He sobs, his head thrown back.
Cooing softly, I pull away, ignoring the pained sound he emits.
I run my hand down his back, pressing hot sloppy kisses to the tight flesh, palming the bright marks on his ass.
“Please, Domina.” He grits.
“Almost done, my good boy.” I promise, caressing him again. “Just one more round.”
He sucks in a breath, tossing his head.
“Five more and then I’ll let you come.” I promise, readying the paddle.
I pause as a feral, animalistic growl rumbles out into the room.
Storming around to his front, I take in his lengthened teeth, the bronze glow of his eyes, the dark grey scales flickering in and out of view upon his skin.
Glaring, I bare my own normal teeth, meeting the dragon’s gaze head-on.
“No.” I bark. “You will do as you are told, or I will add to your punishment.”
He snarls, lips peeling back.
Hand striking out fast as a cobra, I seize his jaw and squeeze, snarling my displeasure.
Ignoring the increasing thunder of his growl, I step close enough to brush my lips against his, my fingers squeezing brutal divots into his cheeks. “Behave yourself, Dragon, and I will fuck you so hard you will have to crawl from this room.” I growl.
Rumbles hitching, eyes flaring, carnal heat entered its gaze.
But the growl did not cease.
Thoroughly displeased, I crack the paddle against a limb of the cross, producing a solid bang.
Flinching, stilling in my grasp, he blinks hard, the bronze dulling.
I lean in close. My lips brush his.
“I said, behave.” I seethe.
Tense moments, a battle of gazes, my middle roiling with furious movement, I held firm against the crushing weight of the dragon’s dominance – did not allow it to think, for even a second, that I would bend to it.
The breath that escaped me when his eyes lowered, his head tilting in my grasp to bare his throat, was both relieved and slightly disbelieving.
Dragons did not bow.
But this one, this one was mine.
He'd offered me throat.
Releasing his face, I step around him again, raising the paddle. “That is two extra hits, My Dragon. Colour?”
“Green, Domina.” He breaths.
I deliver seven swift strikes to his ass, one after the other, swimming in his moans and shouts, hypnotised by the flexing of his ass and thighs.
I take in the perfect red of my marks, feel an avalanche of possession as I gently caress them with my fingers.
“Colour?” I demand of his slumped form.
It takes him a moment, his back heaving, his hands clutching at the cross.
“Green, Domina.” He wheezes.
“Good boy.” I coo.
He shudders.
“You better not be finished. I still intend to fuck you tonight.” I tsk, moving to place the paddle back on the wall.
Turning, I catch the moment his eyes flare open, his still very erect cock flexing in invitation.
“Please, Domina. Please.” He breaths, straining against the straps.
Sauntering towards him, I undo his restraints, watching as he catches himself and takes a moment to gain his footing.
“Crawl.” I order, sauntering away.
I stroll to the pile of velvet pillows before the fireplace, turning to face my submissive.
He’s not far behind me, moving fluidly on all fours, gaze focused upon my legs with a determined fire.
Snapping my fingers, I point to the floor before me.
Quickly doing so, he settles and surprises me as he waits with his head bowed, chest heaving, his shoulders tense.
“You’ve been such a good boy, doing so well for your first time.” I purr, running gentle fingers through his hair. “I think you deserve your reward, hmm?”
He says nothing. He pushes his head further into my hand, following the gentle scratch of my nails.
“Remove my clothing.” I order.
His hands rise immediately, sweeping up my calves and thighs as he rises, palming my ass before grasping the delicate ties on my hips.
Standing before me, my hand fallen to rest on his shoulder, his head is still bowed despite the fact he towered a good two feet above.
I watch his biceps bulge as he rips the underwear from me.
Breath catching, I let him toss the delicate scrap of fabric to the floor before reaching for my bra.
Removing the lace, the chains tinkling, he drops it as well and freezes.
Palming the strong width of his shoulder, I push gently, sending him back to his knees.
He goes all too willingly.
Stepping away, I slowly lower myself onto the mound of cushions, splay myself out over them like a feast for a starving man, my back arched and my legs spread.
Catching his gaze, allowing him to hold my eyes as his lips part and he pants, pupils dilating, I curl my lips into a hungry smile.
“Fuck me, My Dragon.”
Him
I swear to all that’s holy, I’ve never moved faster.
Scrambling on all fours, I press my lips to her calf and crawl over her, biting and licking and kissing my way to the dripping, hot flesh of her centre.
Gazing at the bare olive-toned flesh, salivating for a taste, I glance up automatically, instinctively asking permission.
She nods, her lush chest heaving, and I dive in.
Sucking in the scent of reptile, musk, and a strange note of dangerous flora, I dive into her pussy and eat like a man possessed.
Hearing her moan, feeling her hands in my hair, I swipe and lick and suck, thrusting my tongue into her, nibbling at her clit, savouring the dangerously sexy spice of her cream.
I devour and feast until I’m consumed by her taste and smell, until I feel her tensing and undulating, taste the sweet gush of liquid that tells me she’s coming.
I commit her cries to memory, lift up to watch her come apart with her head thrown back and her hands clenching in my hair.
I wait until she’s come down, until she’s staring into my soul with those luminous green eyes, before kissing my way up her stomach, between her breasts.
I lick at the smattering of green scales on her collarbones, kiss my way onto the plump flesh of her breasts.
“Please.” I beg, settling my hips into the welcoming cradle of her thighs. “Please, Domina. It hurts so bad; I need to cum. Please?”
She moans, tugging me to her, smashing her lips to mine and demanding I surrender.
I do so, groaning as she invades my mouth, our tongues duelling.
My cock touches her scorching heat.
“Please.” I beg between harsh, dominating kisses. “Please, Domina.”
“Fuck me like you mean it.” She gasps, hands punishing in my hair. “Cum in me.”
Reaching between us, I dare not pull away from her as I line us up, flexing my hips, feeling my tip enter her.
Gasping into her mouth, moaning at the feel of her tight heat, I flex again, pushing inside.
It was almost too much. I felt like I would explode too early.
Having none of my hesitation, Domina savagely bites my lip, her hands releasing my hair to slide down and grasp my ass.
I shouted as she forced us together, whimpered as she ground up into me and squeezed the abused flesh of my ass.
“Fuck, yes.” She groans, arching, her breasts dancing before my face. “Fuck me, My Dragon. Hard, fast, NOW.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Latching onto her nipple, I sucked and kissed and laved it as I pounded into her. Slamming my hips into hers, grasping her hip so I could pull her into each hard thrust, I took her like a savage.
She didn’t protest, didn’t wince or say it was too much. Didn’t ask me to stop or slow down.
No. Not my Domina.
She dug her nails into my ass, her legs coming up to wrap around me, her heels marking grooves into my back as she rode me from below.
“Yes, yes, My Dragon.” She moans, clutching at me.
I shudder and arch into the praise. I bite at the flesh of her breast, leaving marks, sucking my way over to the other tit and showering it with attention.
I felt the tingling in my spine, felt the mounting pleasure.
Driven by her moans and praise as I rammed into her like an animal.
She arches up into me, her hands coming up to hold my neck, lips brushing my ear.
“Cum deep in me. Fill me. Fuck it into me.” She moans, tugging at my hair, raking her nails over my back, yanking my mouth away from her tit.
She drags me against her throat, spurring my ass with her heels.
I shudder, move faster, harder, feeling her ripple and quake around me. Feeling that tingling in the base of my spine.
“Please.” I beg, not even sure what for. “Please.”
“Cum.” She barks, biting into my neck. “Cum now, My Dragon.” She growls. Commands.
I bellow a wild, feral sound, my dragon rising up within me to add his own roar, arching as I seize and pump jet after jet of cum into her.
As I paint her pussy with it.
I shudder against her. Her walls milk me. The sensation was overwhelming.
Too much and yet not nearly enough.
She purrs and coos, running soft hands over my shoulders and back, writhing on my softening cock.
It jerks, too sensitive after a soul-shattering orgasm like that.
I can’t help but collapse into her, feeling weak and strung out. Having a strange urge to hide, overwhelmed with emotion.
“Shh, My Dragon.” She purrs, playing with my hair again. “You were such a good boy. You made me come so hard.” She whispers breathlessly, pressing light kisses to my neck.
I try to mumble something, but all that comes out is a whimper.
“Hush. You need a few minutes to calm down, and then we’ll do aftercare.” She says, massaging my limp shoulders, wrapping her legs tight around me. “My good boy, you did so well. You can rest now.”
I melt into her, my face pressed to her neck where I can feel her rampant pulse calming. Listen to her deep breaths.
My mind quiets under her gentle touches.
I realising I feel unusually stable. The constant raging in my head now notably absent.
Strangely content, my dragon and I one in this moment as he lazes within me, I press a kiss to her soft throat.
She hums, nibbles on my shoulder, presses her breasts against my chest as she whispers praise and dirty promises.
I clutch her to me, grinding against her even though I’m so thoroughly spent I couldn’t possibly fuck her again for an hour at least.
This female was a rare, dangerous jewel.
And my dragon liked hoarding the most coveted of jewels.
‘Again. Ours.’
It turns out I was not above begging.
“May I see you again, Domina?”