Chapter 15 #2
Domination, rough kisses, the sting of pain in her lip from where his teeth had nipped at it. It might be everything she desired, but how long could it last?
Shivering at the way Dragon’s kiss plundered her lips, her mouth, her heart, her soul, she mindlessly rocked her hips, seeking relief for the fire pulsing between her legs.
When Dragon abruptly pulled back, she let out a moan of disappointment.
Was it over already? That was only enough to turn her on, not nearly enough for her to get off, or even to finish things on her own back at the mansion.
It was like for a few beautiful seconds he’d teased her with everything she wanted, only to snatch it back again.
“Sorry,” he muttered, and she both saw and heard true deep regret.
“Why are you sorry?” she asked, forcing herself not to give in to the hurt, the shame, the disappointment that urged her to tuck tail and run. To hold onto her secrets because nobody was ever going to understand them.
But if she did that, she was all but signing herself up for a life of loneliness.
Dragon was what she wanted, who she wanted. Losing him was almost a foregone conclusion, but what if she was wrong? What if he could accept her as she was?
If he could accept her without judgment, then maybe one day she could even learn to stop judging herself and find a way to accept herself again like she used to before she learned the truth about her mom.
“You're shaking, cold, hurt, upset, just got devastating news, and instead of taking care of you, supporting you, I'm pawing at you like an animal.”
“You are taking care of me,” she said softly. Cassandra wanted so badly to be honest and open about what she needed, but every time she tried to say the words, it was like they got stuck in a knot of guilt.
“I’m kissing you, I'm hurting you.” His gaze dropped to where his large hands circled both her wrists, pinning them in place.
For a split second that hold tightened, before he slowly uncurled his fingers one by one.
His brow furrowed when he looked back up and saw her ravished lips.
The nip had left her with a tiny cut, the metallic taste of blood told her that, but the devastated look on Dragon’s face confirmed it.
This was one of those now-or-never moments.
Either she kept following the same path she’d placed herself on. Accepted that her family was always going to see her as nothing more than a sweet little girl they had to protect, and that Dragon saw her the same way.
Or she could pull up her big girl panties and for once in her life be honest.
It wasn't her job to play the role her brothers wanted to keep her in. She was twenty-four years old, all grown up, and until she learned her mom had been raped, had been confident in her sexual desires.
What if the universe wasn't trying to punish her? What if it was trying to make her see that in stifling who she was, she was punishing herself for something she’d had no control over?
“I liked it,” she blurted out before she could talk herself out of it or second-guess her decision.
“Liked what?”
“The pain,” she admitted softly, timidly, nothing like the girl who had once boldly joined a club none of her family knew about and took what she needed without shame. “I wasn't shaking because I was cold. I was shaking because I was turned on.”
Those violet eyes studied her, trying to figure out if she was telling him the truth or trying to spare his feelings.
The thing was, though, for once in her life she was putting her own feelings first.
No one could deny she was spoiled, with six big brothers it happened, but she’d always been a people pleaser, always looking for ways to ease others’ burdens, to make them smile and laugh, and bring a little brightness to their day.
Sometimes, in doing that, she lost herself a little along the way.
Learned to keep quiet when she should have spoken up, to portray the character she believed others wanted her to play.
It was time she stopped acting and became comfortable being herself.
“Smell me,” she ordered.
“Smell you?”
“So you can see I'm telling you the truth.
I like it rough, Dragon. I'm sorry I can't be the sweet and innocent girl you want.
I can't get off that way. I've tried, it doesn’t work. I need more. I need to be held down, need my partner to take what they want. I want to feel pain, I want to feel dominated, I want to have my body used in the most deliciously dark ways. I want to see bruises the next morning, I want to see my blood paint my skin red. I want someone to take control and use me.”
Her rambled words hung between them like a barrier.
Cassandra braced herself for the coming disbelief, then disgust as she described the horrors her mother had lived through and admitted that she liked it.
Not what had happened to her mom, that was wrong, and she fully understood the difference between rape and consent.
Her mom hadn't given consent, and no one had stopped when she said no.
That wasn't what turned her on, Cassandra never wanted to go through what her mom had suffered.
But she wanted to hand over her consent and her trust for someone to do whatever they wanted with her body, then experience the intimacy on the other side through aftercare and cuddling.
It was too much to ask.
She was being greedy.
Hoping for the impossible.
Then all of a sudden, the arm bracing her backside moved and Dragon’s hand circled her neck, while keeping her wrists pinned to his chest. The only thing keeping her from slipping to the ground was Dragon’s big body pressed against hers, trapping her against the tree trunk.
The bark pressed harder into her skin, and she sighed as that fire between her legs raged.
Leaning in, he touched his nose to her neck, behind her ear, and she felt him drag in her scent. Trailing down the column of her throat, he shifted the hand around her neck enough that the tip of his nose could brush across her pulse point.
When he pulled back, the hand on her neck tightened. “You enjoy pain,” he said like he almost couldn’t dare to hope that it was true. But that couldn’t be right, could it? Dragon liked her because he thought she was soft and sweet.
Nodding as best she could with his hand pinning her in place. “I-it’s wrong,” she stammered.
“Wrong?” Dragon cocked his head, his expression clearly demanding an explanation.
“My mom was … and I like it …”
Cutting her off with a snarl. “It’s not the same, and you know it. Consent means everything, little rabbit.”
“Before I learned about my mom, I used to agree. I knew it was different, even if people might not get it. But then I found out how I was conceived, and now it’s … wrong. I'm wrong. There’s something wrong with—”
“If you finish that sentence, it’s going to come with a punishment,” Dragon warned as the hand on her neck tightened until she could barely draw in any air.
Instead of panicking, her body heated all over again until she could hardly stand it. Cassandra whimpered as her hips sought any sort of friction that would help.
“You need some pain, little rabbit?” Dragon asked as the hand pinning her wrists let go and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it harshly before pinching her nipple and making her yelp.
The sting seemed to send little electrical currents straight between her legs, and she whimpered again, needing a whole lot more than he was giving her.
“You really like that.” There was wonder in his tone as though he had never considered this as a possibility, and yet was so glad it was.
“Mmhmm.” She nodded, feeling both heavy with desire as well as light with lust.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a pair of plastic zip ties, making her laugh.
“Why do you have those on you?”
“Habit. Always be prepared. Never know when you might need them,” he told her as he lowered her down to her feet and spun her around so her chest now pressed into the rough bark of the tree.
“Like right now.” Grasping first one arm and then the other, he brought them behind her back and tightened the plastic around her wrists.
If she’d thought he was going to hold back, she would have been mistaken.
The zip tie was tight enough that it would cut off circulation to her hands, dig into her skin and make her bleed, and her shoulders were pulled awkwardly in a way that felt like if she moved wrong, they would pop right out of the sockets.
Again, though, there was no fear, only excitement, only arousal.
Yanking down her leggings, exposing her skin to the elements, she felt Dragon press up against her back, the heat of him chasing away any cold she might have felt.
“If we’re doing this, I'm taking what I need from you, little rabbit. Taking, not giving. That means you might not come.”
“Oh, I’ll come,” she assured him. In fact, Cassandra was pretty sure she was going to combust the second he slid inside her.
“I don’t like knowing that you're so certain of that,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
“It means someone else has touched what's mine.
That won't happen again will it, little rabbit?” he asked as his hand slipped inside her panties and his thumb pressed against her bud, making her squirm.
When she didn't answer, he flicked her bundle of nerves, hard, making her yelp.
“Asked you a question. Is anyone else going to touch what's mine?”
“No,” she murmured, arching her back, so she could look over her shoulder. The tenderness in Dragon’s expression loosened something in her chest. There was no judgment, he wasn't watching her with condemnation as though something was wrong with her.
The sound of a zipper was the only warning she got before Dragon literally ripped her panties from her body and buried himself inside her with a single thrust.
Cassandra cried out at the sudden intrusion, she wasn't prepared for anyone, let alone someone of his size. Although she’d been wet for him, that could only carry her so far, and she felt a sharp sting, like she was being ripped open.
But it hurt in the most delicious way, and her cries quickly turned to moans as he set a punishing pace.
“Scream for me, little rabbit,” Dragon ordered as his fingers roamed her body, pinching at her nipples and then her bud as his teeth scraped along her neck. “Scream so the entire world knows who you belong to.”
“You,” she quickly agreed. The more his fingers caused pain, the tighter her body wound as it prepared to fling her into an ecstasy-fueled universe.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head back until she was forced to stare up at the sky. Teeth nipping at her, he thrust into her with an almost manic pace. “Mine,” he growled in her ear.
All she could do was whimper her agreement as his fingers flicked at her bundle of nerves and his thumb breached her back hole.
Caught off-guard, and totally unprepared for that particular intrusion, pain stabbed through her, but it was the catalyst for everything she needed, and Cassandra didn't hold back, screaming her pleasure into the empty forest.
Dragon hit his own release at the same time, and his teeth sank into her skin on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder, emptying himself inside her, and never in her life had Cassandra ever felt so perfectly full.