Chapter 5
Crawl To Me
Sinta
“Oh my god, I’m so excited for you!” Sandy laughs, squeezing me with her thin but freakishly strong arms.
“I couldn’t believe it. I nearly passed out from shock.” I tell her, pulling back with a wide smile.
“So they gave you the housing and essentials scholarship? What does that leave?” She asks.
I move to sit with her on a leather ottoman.
“It’s a partial scholarship. It means I have to pay for whatever courses I select, and that’s it. The Academy will provide rooming and a stipend for essentials like food, workbooks, clothing, hygiene. There are guidelines I have to follow, and I’m expected to maintain a certain grade average, but other than that I’m set!” I explain, unable to contain my excitement, vibrating with it.
She grabs me by the shoulders and gently shakes me, squealing. “I am so proud of you! So proud.” She says. “I can’t believe I get to say I’m friends with someone going to Fairview Academy – you worked so hard for this.”
“I can’t believe I’m going.” I admit, shaking my head. “I mean, I studied, and I hoped, and I saved up all of that money, but there was always a chance there wouldn’t be enough spots open.”
“But you did it.” She murmurs, grabbing and squeezing my hand. “Gods, I’m going to miss you. It won’t be the same here without you.”
“I’m going to miss you too.” I agree. “But I’ll text you when I can, and I promise I won’t forget you.”
“I’ll never forget you either – that would be impossible. You won’t miss the sex? I mean, we practically crave it…… that’s not going to be hard for you?”
Admittedly, I’d already thought of this.
I was a highly sexual being and used to fucking at least a dozen times a week. Leaving to attend an academy with no predetermined sexual source, with the obvious possibility of increased stress and frustration, meant I was going to be tenser than an overstrung bow.
And, yes, I enjoyed sex. So I’d looked into my options.
Most of them weren’t great.
“There are dating apps. Hookup apps.” I hedge. “Worst case scenario I could probably track down a hungry incubus or a lusty vamp.”
Her face scrunches. “That’s so unsafe. You have to promise me to carry bear mace or a knife if you do that. Some sort of protection.”
I nod. “You know I’ll be careful. I always am.” I reassure her.
She nods, plump lips pursed, eyeing me for a moment. “You have that male tonight, right? For your last shift here?”
I couldn’t help the blush warming my cheeks.
The dragon shifter I’d Dominated a year ago had, surprisingly, returned.
Once a week for the last year, and each time he came back even more eager to kneel for me.
Tonight was my last session with him.
He’d tried to schedule another in the future, and was told I was unavailable.
He'd refused to see any of the other professionals.
Each session he not only paid an exorbitant amount to see me but tipped around $500.
My savings goal for Fairview was originally $25,750. Just enough to cover the entirety of my chosen course, and I’d figured I would get a part time job on the Academy Island to cover my essentials.
But since I started exclusively seeing him, my savings account now held a balance of $106,350.
Way more than I could have hoped for.
After the fifth session I had agreed to see him exclusively for as long as he booked me – I’d had no other clients aside from teaching a few kink and toy classes.
I’d felt oddly disloyal for even thinking about entertaining someone else.
But tonight was my last shift.
I had something special planned – a new experience that I hoped would be memorable for him.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew getting attached to a client who probably had an oblivious vanilla girlfriend out there in the world was beyond idiotic.
But I couldn’t help but feel the need to etch myself into his memory.
At least in a small, but permanent way.
“Oh, honey, you are so hooked on him.” Sandy laughs, her head flinging back with the sound.
“If you saw the way he crawls for me, you’d be hooked too.” I scoff, thinking about that firm tanned body shifting, his muscles rolling as he submitted to me.
“I saw that god of a man last week as he was leaving. He could do just about anything, and I think I’d drag him to the nearest bedroom.” She cackles.
I concede her point with a shrug and a smug grin, because she was right.
A year and I still couldn’t get enough of him.
As excited as I was for the Academy, he was one thing I would miss to the point of distraction.
A chime went through the room, alerting Sandy that her shift was starting.
As she trotted to her makeup table I went to my own, checking the time.
I had five minutes until I was expected for my session.
Checking my smokey-eye makeup and black lipstick, I brush the loose curls of my hair back and turn to Sandy as she finishes painting her lips a fire engine red.
“Okay, honey, promise me you will look after yourself – and text me when you arrive at the Academy. I want updates – I will track you down if you don’t.” She insists as she gathers me into one last tight hug.
“I promise if you will look after yourself too.” I murmur, squeezing her just as tight.
“Okay, I’m going before I start crying and ruin my makeup.” She sniffles, releasing me. “Bye, Sinta.”
“Bye Sandy.” I sniffle.
She bolts out of the room, and I turn back to my mirror, using a cotton tip to get rid of my tears before they ruin Sandy’s hard work on my makeup.
Taking a moment to centre myself, my gaze wanders the room.
The dozens of makeup tables littered with beauty products, the walls of lockers, the smattering of comfortable black leather furniture, the small kitchenette in the corner, the door in the back leading to a room of showers.
This place, in a rather unlikely way, had been a sanctuary for me this past year. A place where I’d grown into – perhaps not my full self – but closer to it. Where I’d learnt my sexuality was integral to who I was, and that it was okay to embrace it.
A place that had given me the means to push my life further.
And now I was leaving it.
My safe place no more, I was throwing myself out into the world.
The room was always the same.
I’d grown used to the sight of My Dragon already naked and kneeling before the end of the bed.
He behaved so beautifully for me now, so well trained, that I swore he knew what I wanted before I spoke sometimes.
Sub and Domme so attuned to each other that the chemistry was beyond electric – closer to nuclear.
Striding into the room I step up behind him, a box clutched in one hand.
He shivers as I run my nails along his shoulders and into his hair, curling my fingers into the gorgeous coppery-red curls, tugging his head to the side.
“Did you miss me, My Dragon?” I whisper into his ear, brushing my lips over his cheek.
He sighs, the sound tortured relief. “Yes, Domina.”
Humming, I kiss my way to his cheekbone and nip it.
A deep rumble emits from his chest, vibrating the air. His dragon, gifting me a purr.
He’d started doing that a few weeks ago, the sound oddly satisfying to my senses. I’d tried to research if it meant he was satisfied or if it was a negative sound, but I’d had no luck.
One of those species secrets I assumed.
Tugging his head back, I slant my lips over his. The kiss is hungry and deep, filled with passion.
He gives as good as he gets, opening for me.
“Do you remember your manners, My Dragon?” I question, pulling away.
“Yes, Domina.” He murmurs huskily.
I smile, my chest warming with sensual adoration.
Stepping further away from him, I order; “Then crawl to me.”
Smoothly twisting around onto all fours, he comes to me, his muscled limbs smooth beneath the red lights of the room.
He crawls until my heeled feet are before him, settling onto his knees and reaching for my legs.
Wrapping his muscled hands around my ankles he bends, fingers caressing my skin as he presses a soft, lingering kiss against each foot. As he turns his head and rests his cheek against my toes.
“Such a good boy for me.” I murmur, watching the shiver that dances down his spine.
A year and he still couldn’t get enough of my praise.
“Tonight’s our last session.” I muse, watching his shoulders tense, feeling his fingers flex. “I thought we might do things differently this time. A final treat for you.”
His head shifts on my feet, but he doesn’t lift it. Doesn’t speak.
He knows better by now. He only breaks the rules when he wants me to punish him.
“You may look at me.” I allow.
Usually, I wouldn’t let him until halfway through the session – as a reward for behaving.
But tonight I’d worn a special outfit just for him.
Raising his head, I have the pleasure of witnessing his pupils expanding, his eyes becoming pools of inky black.
Desire and pleasure flavours the air.
He takes in the black mesh lingerie decorated with thousands of small sparkly studs. Two simple pieces drape artfully over my chest, and a strip of cloth guards my pussy.
His lips part on a harsh breath, eyes roving.
Pleasure zaps my chest, pleased to have such an effect on him.
Glancing down at his cock, I find it hard and ready, tapping against his abdomen, the tip painfully swollen.
“Do you like it, My Dragon?”
“Yes, Domina.” He groans, arching as if I’d grabbed him by his cock.
“Good. I thought you’d enjoy taking it off of me later.” I hum, palming the little box.
He moans something unintelligible, biting those sinful lips, lashes fluttering over eyes that peered coyly up at me.
“I have something for you. We talked about exploring this last session.” Opening the box, I take out the small dildo within, holding it up by the attached rubber cock ring.
He shifts on his knees, licking his lips, and studies the gadget.
“You’ve been so good for me I thought you deserved a treat.”
He eyes it carefully – curious.
“What does it do, Domina?” He rasps.
Reaching into the box I take out a small remote and discard the packaging.
“This will go in your ass.” I tell him bluntly, pointing to the small dildo about as long as my pointer finger and twice as thick. “Small enough so it won’t hurt you, but long enough to hit all of your sensitive spots. And this,” I gesture to the cock ring around my finger, swinging it idly. “Will go on your cock. When placed right, it can stop you from coming.”
He sucks in a breath, hands fisting. I watch his eyes devour the object, knowing him well enough by now to see the apprehension over a new experience battling with his innate trust in me.
“It won’t hurt you. I won’t let it.” I soothe, stepping close so that his chest can lean against my legs, his skin blisteringly warm. “But it’ll prolong your pleasure for as long as I wish. And this,” I flick a button on the remote, hovering the device close to his face as it begins to vibrate. “Will make you explode harder than ever.”
His hands smooth up the backs of my legs, curving into the dips of my knees, eyes focused on the humming device.
“It’ll feel good, Domina?”
I give him a proud smile. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied, My Dragon?”
His breathing deepens, his hands tightening on my legs. “No, Domina.” He rumbles.
Leaning down, I plant a hard kiss on his fuckable lips, practically mauling his face as he opens for me and groans into the contact.
I suck on his tongue as I pull back, admiring the smear of my black lipstick on his skin.
“Give me a colour.”
“Green, Domina.” He breaths, chest heaving.
I purr my approval, stepping out of his reach. “Go to the bed, lie on your back. Wait for me.”