Chapter Thirteen
Teddy
I didn’t think Sunny or Laken meant to flash me an image of Tails Up, Scales Down but it was a lead I couldn’t help but to follow up. As soon as the bar flashed over whichever link I picked up on, I knew where they were thinking about. I figured it was more likely Laken but who knew what Sunny got up to while I wasn’t around.
“Probably not that. It’s a rougher spot,” my dragon chimed into my thoughts.
Rougher wasn’t the word I’d have used to describe the kink club. It was just --- well, kinkier. Collars and leashes and apparently, big stone slabs to tie people up to. The dragon with the violet star scale on his chest was more than happy to tell me all about the altar playroom. It wasn’t requested often and no he couldn’t tell me if anyone in particular played there.
“I know it’s all new to you Moonys,” the bartender said, “but if you want to tie someone up, most of the time you just have to ask nicely. You’re attractive. You’re sire material and you’re definitely top material. I’ve seen you in action, Teddy Bear. So, whoever it is just ask. Most dragons who play here would love to be sacrificed to you. I personally wouldn’t---”
“Even after his temper display the other day?” An only sort of familiar voice cut into the conversation.
“You mean when he told you to step off his friend’s mate?” The bartender asked.
“Larey,” my dragon whispered, reminding me of his name. “The bartender is Larey.”
“Selt, the dragon of the hour,” I smirked. We needed the fucker after all. “Get him his usual on my points.”
“That’s not how it works here, Moony,” the bartender rolled his eyes but set to making Selt’s drink.
Selt wasn’t bad looking. If I were honest, he’d probably look better with something shoved in his mouth to keep him from running it, but he wasn’t hard on the eyes. He smelled like trouble. I wasn’t sure if he smelled like the sort of trouble I should shake my head at and say ‘Nope. I am not Fred Moonscale.” Or the sort that I should seduce into helping us out.
“We should probably wait on Sunny and Laken to finish up their matingmoon before we decide. I don’t think they’d like you seducing him,” my dragon chimed into my thoughts.
“What do you think?”
“We could,” he said and shrugged one of his massive wings. “Dunno if we should but we totally could.”
Selt eyed me suspiciously and rightfully so. Guys who choke you out and then buy you drinks are usually trouble.
“Why are you so into Laken?” I asked him, breaking up the awkward silence.
“I’m not. He’s hot but a lot of people are hot, huh?” he asked, taking his purply drink from Larey.
“What was the other day about then?” I asked.
“Tempers run high after matches,” he shrugged.
“What are you? Two dragons living in one man?” I teased him, aiming to get a rise out of him.
“Shit happens but that’s not it,” he shrugged.
“What is it then?” I asked.
He leaned over and sniffed my arm. My pheromone blocker spray was wearing off. It wasn’t a requirement for the purple district, but most dragons played on the side of caution.
“You’re a fluffball under all that,” he laughed.
“If you think so that means you have more brain cells than I thought, because you’re thinking.”
“Ha!” he slapped the table as if my joke was funnier than he thought. “Lots of alphas would be happy to have Laken as their mate. True, chosen, what the fuck ever. Then along comes you Moonys and poof!”
“That’s not Sunny’s fault.”
“Not my fault either, Moony. Or is it Teddy Bear while you’re here?” he honeyed up his words as he said Teddy Bear.
“Unless you’re subbing for me, back the fuck off with the sweet talk,” I said and took a long swallow of my drink.
Larey glanced over at us. Fighting was the one thing not allowed in the purple district. It could get you a temporary ban or a lifetime ban if the fight was bloody enough, or an innocent bystander was hurt by your negligent temper.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Why not?”
“I think he’s had enough, Larey,” I laughed.
“Seriously. Why the fuck not? Show me what’s so great about Moony’s.”
I leaned over and sniffed his arm. Selt’s pheromone blocker spray wasn’t holding up any better than my own was. He was one hundred percent an alpha. Sometimes it could be hard to tell around here. Not that it mattered. I’d played with my fair share of alphas since we received the clear to hang out in the purple district.
“You serious?” I asked, raking my eyes over him.
If we played and I didn’t tell him me and my friends needed him for a ritual I’d be an asshole. I’d be the asshole everyone called my dad when they didn’t know he and my mom tried out an open relationship for a while. If I told him he probably wouldn’t believe me or he’d snub it all together.
“Why not?” he asked. “Word around here is you’re not omega exclusive.”
“Who here is?” I laughed, glancing around the club.
It was early enough in the day that nothing was happening. A few folks ate lunch in a corner booth but that was about it. No wonder Selt was offering to be my ritualistic sacrifice. He was bored.
“Tell me why you acted like that, first,” I said.
“Because we’re all running out of chances to find our omegas. I think alphas outnumber them anyway. Then you five show up and there’s more gone. Not you, though. You’re like the rest of us unlucky bastards, huh?”
“I’m a pretty lucky dragon,” I said. “So, you’re lonely.”
“Welcome to the purple district. You can experiment while pretending you’re not alone on this spinning rock,” Selt laughed but it was a bitter sound.
“I think that will change soon.”
“I offered to play not to marry you, Moony,” he rolled his eyes.
“Well, you might have a way to find your off world mate.”
“What? You threatening to chuck me into space now?” Selt laughed, creasing the corners of his eyes. He was actually having a good time. When he wasn’t running his mouth like a rejected teenager at prom, he didn’t smell that bad either.
“Is that your kink? Someone to toss you out there?”
“I can fly! My ancestors flew here on their own wings! We didn’t need a star blasted spaceship,” he shrugged.
“There might be a way we can help each other and not just for tonight,” I said, leaning in closer to him.
“Tell me in the playroom, Moony, or I’m going to look elsewhere.”
“You came in here to tell him I was violent and now you want me to top you?”
“I see why your friend responded to Laken instead of you,” he chuckled. “Are you in or out?”
“I’m not in yet,” I said before I could think it through.
***
An hour later, Selt and I were in what club management at Tails Up, Scales Down dubbed the ritual room. It was a place lit by candles and befitting of Liam’s vision. The purple district was littered with showers, but they were used most often at clubs like this one. No one wanted to spend hours role playing while smelling someone’s armpit. Okay. Fine. Someone out there probably loved that, but it wasn’t me.
Selt and I didn’t say much while I took my time before securing him to the big stone slab in the middle of the room. I turned on the overhead light and ran my hand over every inch of its surface checking for any sharp edges. I wasn’t sure if Selt was an asshole or not but once someone gave you the okay to tie them up, you were in charge of their safety, and it should be your top priority. Only once I was sure he wouldn’t come away with any unintended pain did I ask him, “You still want me to tie you up?”
Selt looked me up and down as if he was sizing me up for a fight. I wasn’t in the mood to kick his ass but if that’s how tonight went down, that’s how it went down. He’d decided against any clothes after his shower, but I stepped back into my jeans. Sometimes clothing or the lack there of created the whole power dynamic.
He nodded and thought about it a second longer before he said, “yeah.”
Once he was on the slab, I turned out the overhead lights. This wasn’t my first time tying someone up by candlelight. His fingers trembled against the stone slab as I stacked up the yoga blocks colored to look like the ‘altar’ to make a place to rest his calves while keeping his legs high and apart. Later that would ensure I had access to whatever part of him I wanted. He swallowed hard and his scent turned to fear for the briefest second. I glanced up at his crotch. His dick stood erect, already dribbling a line of pre-cum. Yep. Fear did it for Selt. I could play with that.
“That’s why he was so into Laken. He scared the shit out of him,” my dragon chimed into my thoughts.
“Safeword?”
“You haven’t even started yet. I hate to inform you but you’re not as scary as you think you are,” Selt laughed.
“What is your safeword? That’s not something I joke about,” I said, dropping my voice down deep into my throat.
“Mushie,” he said, and I nodded.
There was probably a story behind that, but I wasn’t here to hear the saga of his life. I was here to fuck.
“We’re here to get him to agree to help,” my dragon chimed in again.
That too. We were here for that too.
“A lot of that,” my dragon said but I ignored him while I finished securing Selt’s feet and legs.
“What did you mean about meeting off world mates?” he asked, as I double-checked the ropes meant for his wrists. Dragons were good at rope bondage. We had scales that usually prevented rope burn and our circulation might break a rope that held too tightly for too damn long.
“Did they have a breakthrough or something?” he asked.
“We heard from a family friend back home,” I said, lifting his left hand and checking his wrist.
“What are you looking for?” he blinked at me.
“Making sure I know what’s there and what’s damage I cause during play,” I shrugged.
“Yep. A fluff ball.”
“I’ve been called worse but if I am a fluff ball what’s that say about you as bottom or a sub?” I huffed and pulled his arm up to rest above his head while I checked out the other one.
“That I know what I’m doing. Besides, there isn’t an endless supply of dragons who can get a rise out of me and who are willing to play,” he shrugged.
“Scratch your nose or whatever before I tie this one down too,” I said, and he instantly scratched a spot on his chin.
It never failed that something itched once a sub was tied up. I usually tried to work around it and be considerate.
“Ready?” I asked once Selt was secured to the table.
“You never did answer my question.”
“We can talk during,” I said, moving around the altar to stand with my forearms resting gently on his knees to remind him just how exposed he was in the candlelight. The position he was tied up in left zilch to the imagination. His face turned red, and his dick twitched.
“I’m ready,” he said and bit his lip.
“Good,” I nodded, staying where I was.
Sometimes timing was everything. Sometimes standing over someone and letting the anticipation build did wonders. Sure, Selt had the flight link to try to listen in on and figure out what I planned to do but since I was only seventy-five percent sure myself even that didn’t give him much to go on.
“You may speak unless I say otherwise,” I said.
He started rambling a bit as soon as the last word left my mouth. His fear mixing with his arousal at how much he enjoyed being tied to the altar hit me in all the right spots.
“What about this family friend? Did they know the nameless lady? Are they already working on it? How soon? What do we need to do? What--- You’re not answering anything.”
“You’re not breathing, sweetheart,” I said.
“Sweetheart, huh?” he huffed, and a smoke ring drifted from his nose.
We both watched as it rose in the candlelight and disappeared when it hit the ceiling.
“While you’re tied up for me, yeah,” I nodded. “So, if you take some breaths, I might decide to tell you a thing or two,” I said, reaching my arms between his spread wide thighs and running both of my hands up his stomach and chest. Trying to be a gladiator kept him in shape. His arms and legs flexed against the ropes, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Is this something where you’re punishing me for pissing off your friend? Like you’re going to leave me tied up and hard up?” he asked.
I almost played along until I realized it wasn’t part of the scene. Selt meant his question.
“No,” I shook my head. “It might be a fair punishment but unless that’s part of what gets you off, no,” I shook my head again. “There’s something in me that can’t leave someone I tied up unfinished. It scares you that I said yes. You expected me to laugh you out of the club.”
“I did,” he admitted.
“Well, you’re not the only one who knows how limited play partners are. Besides, this was foretold.”
“What was?” he asked.
“You. Me. You being tied to the table.”
“By who?” he laughed.
“A family friend. He had this vision that someone else had a vision during a ritual where you were tied to this altar. Now, I think he read it wrong. I don’t think it was a ritual but if I had to guess this is probably outside of his wheelhouse when it comes to sex. The rest of the vision confuses the hell out of me but I’m going along with it.”
“Wait! Would you have otherwise?”
“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t invited me to,” I shrugged. “Up until you made that pass, I thought it was a ritual.”
I ran my hands up and down his torso again before asking if he wanted me to stop. He shook his head.
“Speak your answers,” I said, dropping my voice low again.
“No, don’t stop,” he shook his head.
“Good, because I’m here to play, Selt. We both know the tension won’t go away until we finish what was started at the arena. We’re dragons, that tension has to go somewhere. Back on 2 maybe we’d have fought it out. Here, well, here in the purple districts we fuck it out, huh?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
His limbs trembled and I ran my hands up and down his thighs.
“This isn’t your first time doing this, Selt. You know that any power I have is an illusion. The power all rests on your tongue waiting to spill out in the form of your safeword. Sure, we’re working out an issue, but we’re civilized. Hell, probably more civilized than we’d like to admit. So, you can relax for the next few hours and pretend you’re at my mercy and have no choice but to enjoy whatever I decide to do to you, and I can pretend I actually have that power. We can work out the little issue your jealousy and frustration alongside my irrational territorialness over my friend caused. Then we can work together because we both need to get the gateways up to find our mates. You up for it?”
“Please,” the word bubbled over his lips.
That’s what I loved about the purple district. You almost always found exactly what you were looking for here. I needed to carve a way for my mate to come onto the world and for Sunny to visit his parents. Selt needed to be a little less fucking alone in the world.
“That’s a good boy,” I growled and rubbed his thighs again. “You’re already making progress on that attitude problem of yours.”
“An attitude problem?” he asked, moving to sit up but the ropes held his hands above his head.
“And there it is,” I smirked. “You have one. A big one. Seems you have lots of big things and while those are usually delightful, especially on alphas built like you, the big attitude problems aren’t so sexy. You also have a vocabulary problem.”
“Are you calling me stupid to turn me on?” Selt blinked, bemused.
“No. You actually have a vocabulary problem,” I said, placing a palm on either side of the base of his dick but not touching it. “What did you call or at least start to call Laken?”
“A cock tease,” he said, swallowing hard.
“Good boy! You remembered! Part of what I’m going to do today is show you what a cock tease is. Call it a punishment. Call it a vocabulary lesson. Call it heaven or Frost’s Pit. Doesn’t matter because you’re gonna learn.”
He swallowed hard and I glanced around the room for the bag he brought in with him.
“Most people leave their personal items in their lockers. That leads me to guess that you brought toys. I’m of the mindset that most guys with an attitude problem learn the best while something is up their ass and I bet I’ll find something to put there if I check your bag.”
He bit his lip but didn’t protest as I crossed the room and opened his bag.
“Just what I thought,” I nodded. “Plugs, dildos, vibes. Even brought your own lube. Preference or necessity?”
“It’s alpha lube. More lube-y. More slippery. Hard to explain.”
“I’ve felt the difference,” I nodded. “Makes sense.”
I left everything in his bag for the moment once I knew what I was working with and walked back over to him. I ran my fingers through his hair. It was a beautiful blonde. I loved blondes. Then again, I also loved red heads and brunettes and people with rainbow. It was a texture thing for me. He leaned into my touch, savoring the draconic connection.
“If you can keep your attitude in check, we’ll talk about what’s going to go up your ass. Ideally, my dick. I know. We’ll save that for the end, though.”
Selt’s blush deepened, and I ran my hands over his cheeks.
“Do you like to go all in or work your way up?” I whispered in his ear.
“Work my way up,” he said, leaning his in toward my mouth.
We hadn’t discussed kissing, but the moment hadn’t stretched out long enough for that anyway. I’d never been an angry kisser and while my dick was hard and the spirit was willing, I was still a bit pissed off at Selt just like he was at me.
“Good boy. Keep using your words instead of your insults,” I said, patting him on the cheek and circling back down to the bottom of the altar to stand between his legs. I steepled my fingers on either side of the head of his dick. He had a nice dick. He was cut which wasn’t the most common for Starscales and he was thick without looking like he’d be too much to handle. Little black scales marked his shaft here and there as I dragged my steepled fingers down over him. His head tilted back. I knew it looked a bit ridiculous but after a one night stand used it on me the sensation haunted all my masturbation sessions. So, I added it to my toolbox.
Alphas weren’t self-lubricating bottoms like omegas were. So, along with the lube being really hard, needy, and ready helped the ascent of whatever was about to hand out thrills. Selt bucked his hips trying to steal away more sensations but his range of motion was limited by how wide his legs were spread open.
I paused playing with him to rest my forearms on his knees again. His eyes were needy and a bit ragefilled.
“What did you expect? I have you all tied up for our little vocabulary lesson, Selt. Cock tease. This is being a cock tease. Don’t worry. I’ll give you more examples soon.”
“Asshole.”
“Well, yep. That’s where the next example goes,” I winked at him. “Try to relax. It makes everything easier.”
I crossed the room and squatted down in the dark to rummage around his bag again. At this angle, I hoped the candlelight gave the impression that I was carefully considering each piece he packed away and sent his mind reeling.
Across the room, Selt’s heartbeat pounded.
“Teddy?” he called out.
“I’m still here,” I said.
His heartbeat slowed to a normal if aroused rhythm. He had to know I couldn’t actually hurt him. There was a whole purple district of dragons ready to draw and quarter me if I did anything he didn’t consent to.
“He doesn’t trust his flight,” my dragon whispered.
Shit! My inner beast was probably right.
“Do you like the blue or green one to start better, Selt?” I asked, using his name to ensure his attention stayed on me. Besides, most people enjoyed hearing their name when someone was playing or about to play with their bits.
“The green one,” he said and added on, “please.”
“The green one it is,” I said, pushing myself upright and bringing the lube and the sorta little green plug back with me.
As soon as I reentered his line of sight, Selt didn’t take his eyes off me.
“You do know that I’m really not going to leave you tied up and run off, right?” I asked. “That hasn’t happened to you, has it?”
“This is the purple district. Of course, it hasn’t.”
“Somewhere else?”
“Sometimes the guys say a party is at one place but it’s really at another. They think it’s funny,” he rolled his eyes.
“That’s bullshit. That’s total bullshit on their part. Don’t get me wrong. If you treat them like you treated Laken I’m not sure they should invite you at all but they don’t have to be jackasses about it. You need therapy. They need – Well, probably a swift kick in the ass but you didn’t hear that from me.”
I snapped open the lube bottle and Selt’s eyes grew.
“You good?” I asked him, holding up the bottle.
“Yeah,” he nodded and wiggled his hips around adjusting his position as much as he could.
“Comfortable enough?”
“I’m good,” he nodded.
“Good. Want to know something about me that will probably put your mind at ease about me running off?” I asked him.
“Sure.”
“I have this thing. It’s all in my head but I cannot cum unless whoever I’m playing with cums first.”
“How does masturbation work out for you?” he chuckled.
“Well because I don’t have to worry about someone else’s hangups meaning I can’t cum,” I shrugged and made a show of coating my fingers in lube before drizzling some on his exposed hole.
Selt bit his lip.
“You thinking about me stroking my cock right now?” I asked and he blushed again. “If you weren’t before, you are now.”
I met his gaze as my lubed up fingers brushed against his asshole. He flinched away for a second before relaxing against my touch.
“That’s a good boy,” I nodded. “Sometimes you gotta put that big ego aside to get what you want.”
He pressed down against my fingers, and I slid them into him. Selt tensed and I paused to give his brain a minute to wrap around what I was doing to him. His body relaxed before his brain got the message. So I waited until he met my gaze before I rocked my fingers inside him. He was tight. Most likely from stress and maybe he was still a little confused to as why I said yes. I said yes because he was hot, and I was horny, and anger had to go somewhere. Dragons fucked mad more often than folks talked about. Fucking was usually better than fighting if you were unmated. Hell, if it was with your mate, maybe it was always better than fighting.
Selt bit his lip as pleasure rolled through his eyes. His dick bobbed with his rocking hips. I was an asshole just like he called me. I stopped when it looked like everything inside him was burning hot enough to feel great. He swore under his breath but didn’t call me a name this time.
His eyes stayed on me as I made a show of lubing up the green plug. Part of it was practical. If I was going to be a cock tease and make him wait a long time to cum whatever I put inside him needed to be comfortable even if it made him a little embarrassed. The show drew out the moment. The muscles in his arms showed signs of pulling against the ropes.
“What would you do if you had your hand free right now?” I asked him.
“I want to touch myself.”
“Afraid not, sweetheart. You’re all tied and mine for now,” I said, pressing the head of the green plug against his asshole. This time Selt didn’t flinch away. He pressed against its familiar touch as much as he could, and his body sucked it in as if he’d done so a thousand times before. He panted, eyes a bit wide.
“Most guys don’t use your toys, huh?”
“Actually no,” he shook his head. “Most have their own ideas about what they want.”
“I do too. I want to teach you a lesson but also make you cum. You fucking confuse me, and I hope I’m returning the favor.”
“More than you know, Teddy. More than you know.”
“Good because now we’re gonna talk about you calling me an asshole. Maybe I am an asshole. I do come from a long line of them but I don’t think a dragon in your position should call anyone an asshole, Selt. It’s just not very smart.”
His eyes darkened. Had I leaned too far into the headspace?
“See, I tied you up like this because it’ll make it much easier for me to fuck your ass later, but it’ll also make it easier to spank you when you need it.”
Relief flooded his scent.
“What have you said yes to that you should’ve said no to?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Some guys like to hit below the belt.”
“You’d have to request that by name. Besides,” I shrugged. “I’m an ass man. I’ve filled it up with something nice. All the better to spank it.”
The position left the fleshy bottom parts of his ass cheeks exposed to my hand or whatever implement I wanted to use. He probably had a decent pain tolerance fighting in the arena even occasionally, but I liked the feel of flesh vibrating under my hand. Besides, that let me know exactly how hard I hit whoever was subbing for me.
I smacked his ass, testing the waters and the asshole moaned. Something inside me was both delighted and insulted. So, I did the only thing I could and slapped his ass again. He flinched this time, trying to pull up and away. So I gave him one more slap for good measure, leaving behind a few fingerprints.
“No more calling me names.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded, fingers wiggling like he might like the opportunity to rub his ass about now.
Too bad for him, my attention had already switched back to his dick. After all, I promised Selt that I would show him what a cock tease was and I didn’t break my promises. Leaning one arm on his leg, I traced slow lazy circles around the head of his dick with my forefinger. He bucked his hips up, but the restraints didn’t give him as much leeway as he wanted. Selt snarled and tried again. I moved slower taking my time and gave him a firm slap on the thigh the one time he managed to buck up hard enough to brush against my hand. He swore under his breath but kept the name calling out of it.
“Stay still,” I grinned. “Hard to tease someone properly when they won’t take their medicine.”
He opened his mouth and shut it again. That was sort of a shame. I’d have liked to hear what smart ass remark he had on the tip of his tongue. Probably one that would give me a reason to slap his ass again. I continued to tease the head of his dick until he bit his lip, and his body tensed that’s when I backed off. His frustration was turning to need and desperation. He wasn’t quite there yet but as long as I could keep him on the table I knew I could get there.
“How are you holding up?” I asked, resting my hands on his knees.
“I can keep up,” he smirked.
“I’d hope so. I don’t usually underestimate my opponents.”
“So this is a fight?” Selt quirked an eyebrow as his gaze followed my hands anytime they so much as twitched.
“I told you I don’t fight by arena rules,” I shrugged.
“We’d get a bigger crowd from 1 if this was how the arena worked,” he laughed.
I stepped back and slid my hands up and down his thighs. He followed my fingers with his gaze as I inched near all the places that might’ve driven him up the wall but always stopped short. He smelled somewhere between annoyed and enjoyment. That’s usually how subs smelled when you were teasing or edging them. I traced his scrotum with my fingertips and he let out a long stream of steam from his mouth.
“Gotta remember that spot,” I smirked when I stepped away.
I walked to the side of the altar considering whether to tease him some more or to head back to his bag of tricks. I rounded the head of the altar and rested my hands on his shoulders. Before the purple district I was touch hungry. I wanted to touch and be touched. I wanted to be pressed inside a crowd of bodies dancing and grinding. Anything that would make me feel connected to the larger world.
“I get that,” Selt nodded, picking up my stray thoughts over the flight link. “I think that’s why the purple district and the arena are around. We need excuses and special places to touch each other.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and chest before running one up and down his throat. He purred under my touch. I loved that mechanical sound most dragons were capable of when we were happy. You didn’t hear it as often here as you did back home, but I still loved it.
Leaning down, I kissed him on the forehead before whispering in his ear, “it’s time for the next plug.”
This time I skipped several of the ‘step ups.’ He was hard as hell and dribbling precum down his shaft. His shoulders weren’t as tense as they were when I first bound him to the stone slab.
I fingered him between removing the first plug and putting in the next. His body relaxed for me, welcoming me in, as Selt bit his lip, trying to swallow down a moan. I didn’t give up until one finally escaped his mouth. That’s when I had him right where I wanted him. So, I stopped rocking my fingers inside him and gave him the plug.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing down against it.
I met his gaze and held it as the plug slid into place and his dick twitched.
“Soon, sweetheart,” I smirked. “Really soon. Well, it’ll feel like a long time for you but it’ll be soon.”
“Asshole!” he roared, and I slapped his ass again. Selt was definitely topping from the bottom, but he’d be the one sitting gingerly later not me. More steam poured from his mouth, and I gave him a few more slaps on his ass to ensure he got the message. Of course he had before. That’s why he called me an asshole again but at the end of the day this was sex and good sex meant everyone involved got something they wanted. Besides, I liked how his ass flexed up all tight around the plug when I slapped it.
Selt’s nostrils flared as I stepped back between his legs. He was sexy. Sure, he had an attitude problem and needed therapy as much as he deserved a spanking. Still, though. He was the right sort of trouble for me – at least for today. I wrapped my fist around his hard dick and he hissed out a long breath. Meeting his gaze, I held onto his dick, keeping my hand still for a few moments. He didn’t buck but the look in his eyes told me that was taking willpower.
“What’s a cock tease?” I asked, taking pity on the poor tied up dragon and trying to offer a distraction.
“You,” he spat out the word.
“I know. I never said I wasn’t. Between us, our kinks probably means this vocabulary lesson will be a failure. I plan on cumming tonight. So, you’re going to have to cum when I tell you to. But Laken is not a cock tease. His existing and kicking ass and being an omega does not make him a cock tease.” I tightened my grip on his dick. “It’s best that we get all this out of the way while you’re still tied up and we’re fighting with arousal and not our fists.”
He opened his mouth and shut it again. Had my timing killed the mood? His dick was still throbbing against my palm.
“I’ll apologize if that’s what you want,” he said a second later. “I—It felt like an out of body experience.”
“Therapy, friend. Therapy and I’m not saying that in a smartassed way. The world – whatever world we live on – will always be unfair in some way. We can’t go around lashing out at people who don’t want to fuck us because of that.”
“That’s not usually how I handle things.”
“I’d hope not because I’d like to get the gateways set up and not have to kick your ass. Though your literal ass might feel like I did come tomorrow,” I chuckled.
He opened his mouth but whatever he said morphed into a moan as I leaned forward to lick around the head of his cock. I took my time, drawing out each tiny movement. He tasted good and I reveled in how warm his flesh was against my tongue. I licked down his shaft still taking my time. Selt tried to buck up again, but I was ready for him. I grabbed his balls with my free hand and held onto them. They were heavy with need, and he wasn’t about to yank too far away from where I held them in place. He cursed under his breath, his legs trembling on either side of me as his breaths came in heavy pants. His balls grew heavier, and I pulled my mouth away and let go of them at the last second before he reached the point of no return.
“You’re such an asshole!” He groaned, bucking his hips up now that doing so didn’t endanger his balls.
“I am,” I nodded. “I’m an asshole and that’s exactly what you were looking for tonight, Selt. We both know it.”
He didn’t deny it. I could’ve grabbed a riding crop from anywhere in the club but didn’t want to leave him on his own. His headspace wasn’t exactly subspace, but we’d hit a rhythm together and I didn’t want to endanger that. After how up in arms Sunny got after we had sex, I needed something simple. Something carnal that was just that. Something that didn’t break anything that took a lifetime to build.
“Asshole,” he said again, his eyes narrowing on me.
Holding onto one of his thighs I traced a couple circles around the head of his cock until the tension left his core and his eyes drifted shut. That’s when I slapped him on the ass. His whole body jarred, and his eyes opened wide. A handprint was left behind, but he gave me the slightest nod. That’s all I needed to slap his ass again after I pushed his balls up and out of my way.
“FUCK!” He growled but I wasn’t finished spanking him.
I spanked him until his hips bucked without his permission and his yelps were more real than role play. Until his ass was red with my handprints. Then and only then did I step comfortably between his parted thighs again. His chest heaved and a line of precum dribbled down his thick cock. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
Inside my pants, my dick throbbed. I needed to be inside him. I needed to fuck him and make him cum so I could finally find my own release. I tapped on the handle of the plug and his hips bucked again. He was ready. A second later, I pulled the plug out and let it drop to the floor. We’d have to clean up when we finished anyway. I grabbed a condom from the bowl on one of the candlelit tables and suited up.
“Ready?” I asked Selt, unable to keep the growl out of my voice.
“Fuck me,” Selt growled back.
I pushed into him, taking my time. The condom was lubricated and so was he now, but I liked to start slow to see what new or one time partners could handle. Selt bucked his hips and this time I didn’t tell him to hold still. I let him grind and wiggle on my dick as much as he could while he was tied up.
He growled again as inch-by-inch my dick filled him up. He squeezed me hard. This definitely wasn’t his first rodeo in this position. I held onto his legs, wanting to keep as much contact with him as I could as I thrust into his body. I lost myself to it for a moment. To the room and the candles and the smart-mouthed dragon all tied up on the altar. I gave into how his body tightened around me as if he might never let me go. I gave into the dragon in me and the one in him. We let the tension between us win without fighting it off. This was better than any fist fight ever could be.
I ran a hand over his belly and chest as it heaved from the pleasure rolling over his body. That’s one thing the Starscales got right about flight links. When I tuned into him over it, his pleasure was palpable. When I was close, I wrapped my fist around his throbbing dick and gave him a good, long squeeze. He roared and I stroked him hard and fast following the pace of my cock pounding into him until he finally came in warm, sticky streams making a mess of himself and the altar. He cried out – a victorious sound heaving itself from deep within him. I let go of his dick and held onto his legs as I pumped into him hard and fast chasing down my own release. I came into him – well, as close as I could while wearing the condom. I roared and let a stream of fire out over him just missing his flesh. When we were done, I wanted to flop down on the nearest seat but I still had work to do.
I untied Selt and while he cleaned up with wet wipes, I made it my job to rub the pins and needles out of his limbs. Sure, he was a smartass, but aftercare wasn’t optional. We both hit the shower together and dressed in the club’s locker room. He avoided my eyes and I almost did the thing that Sunny always said I would and tried to talk about it. I wanted to know he was okay. Well, at least that he was okay with what just happened. Was that so bloody wrong?
“I am okay. I’m not Sunny. I’m not in cups about it. I’m not going to write you a fucking love song but I’m alright. It was a good time. A really fucking good time,” Selt said, cracking his neck. “Ask if people are okay. Don’t stop doing that because someone got weird because of it. It’s not a character flaw to want to make sure. Especially since we have to see each other again to save the worlds and all that bullshit.”
“Let’s hope that they get their claiming vows done then,” I smirked.
“They will. Laken doesn’t mess around with fate. I know that much about him.”
“More aloe when you get home,” I said, handing him the bottle. “As much as the asshole part of me would be glad to see you extra squirmy every time you sat down, I don’t think you want to feel like that for a week.”
“This wasn’t my first time with that,” Selt laughed.
“Aftercare isn’t optional.”
“Asshole,” he huffed with a smirk before walking out.
“And to think the fate of mates all over four worlds are in the claws of that smart mouth,” my dragon shook his head.
“I spanked him for it. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”