Chapter 6
I’ll Find You
Him
My breathing is heavy as I wait for her to come to me, but it always is when she’s near.
Since that first night, not even my own fist can satisfy me the way she can. Nothing can.
A year later, and I’ve realised nothing ever will.
It’s a damning realisation, especially upon learning she was leaving.
That I could no longer see her.
No longer feel her touch, or beg for her attention.
Begging her to finish me even as I grovel for the chance to make her cum.
Thoughts of her leaving has my beast riling within me, ready to burn everything to ash and kidnap her away to some forgotten island.
The only thing that calms him is listening to the tap of her heels as she gathers items from the display wall.
Listening carefully, practically attuned to the sound, my breathing stutters as those taps change rhythm and begin to move closer.
Remaining still, I watch as she comes to the side of the bed and sets down a handful of items.
Four lengths of red silk rope, a blindfold, the new dildo device, and a bottle of lube.
Shifting up onto the bed, I admire the length of her olive-toned leg as she throws it over my waist and comes to straddle my abs, settling the heat of her pussy against my skin.
I grunt, abs contracting, denying myself the urge to buck my hips so she can ride me.
“First things first.” She purrs, reaching for my hands and pulling them to her, resting my palms over her perky breasts. “Get rid of this for me, My Dragon?”
My beast eyes the shiny fabric, beyond attracted to it.
Most dragons hoard shiny things. It looked so fucking sexy on her, like waving a red flag at a bull.
But if she wanted it off……
‘Tear it. Rip it off.’
In complete agreement with my beast, I tore it from her with one hard pull and threw it from the bed, my hands lowering to her curvy hips, my gaze silently asking her permission.
She nods, and I pull the panties from her too – nearly incensed when I realised there’d been no cloth between her legs. Just two simple flaps covering her ass and mound.
I groan, tossing away the fabric instead of bringing it to my nose. Wishing I could use it to drug myself on her scent.
“Good dragon.” She husks, smoothing her hands over my chest.
It vibrates with the force of my beast’s purr.
She smiles as she hears it, the same soft smile every time he sings for her.
That smile could command me to commit the most horrific of sins.
Plucking up two lengths of silk she grasps my hands and shuffles up my form, tying each to a separate post with quick skilled knots.
I watch her tits bounce above my head, almost hypnotised, my mouth watering. Yeah, I was a tit man. Sue me.
“Please, Domina.” I croak, her hard dusky nipples practically glaring at me.
She finishes the knot and lowers herself to me, a hand sifting into my hair.
She touches it so often I know she likes it – either the colour or my natural curls. I wasn’t ashamed to admit I’d been taking care of it more lately just for her.
“Just a little taste, My Dragon.” She allows. “Don’t be greedy.”
Growling, I latch onto a tiny hard nipple and suck desperately, rolling the bud along my teeth and flicking it with my tongue.
She gasps and arches, pressing closer to me, her hand tightening in my locks.
Releasing it I kiss along her flesh, sucking it into my mouth, scraping my teeth against it. I wanted to leave a mark, wanted to give her something from me.
Sucking as hard as I could and encouraged by her husky moans, the grinding of her hips, I didn’t dare release her until she tugged on my hair and began to shift away.
Letting go with a pop, I eyed the mark, satisfied with the burgundy spot.
I’m greedy when she slams her lips to mine, letting her in and drowning in her taste.
It never changed and yet I couldn’t get enough.
“So sexy for me.” She murmurs, pulling away, her chest heaving.
“Yes, Domina.” I growl.
Shuffling down the bed, she caresses my thighs and runs her nails along my legs as she secures my feet to the posts.
I loved this position.
Especially when she rode me all for her own pleasure. Gods, watching her cum was an entirely different brand of torture.
“We’re going to start slow. Make sure you are nice and comfortable.” She murmurs, returning to straddle my abs, the blindfold clutched in her hand. “And then I’m going to fuck us both raw. I want to be limping tomorrow.”
Her words were pure ecstasy. “Yes, Domina. Please.”
Smiling softly, she leans down, placing the blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
I feel her lips against mine, her breasts crushed between us, her breath hot on my skin.
“Good boy.” She purrs for me.
She moans as I shiver for her.
“Now lay there and take what I give you.” She orders.
Sinta
Gods, just the sight of him tied up and at my mercy was almost enough to make me explode.
I’d been tied up before, on the rare occasion I agreed to Sub for someone, and I can honestly say it never failed to have me begging and pleading to cum.
Or better yet, to choke on a hard cock.
Being a Domme didn’t mean receiving all of the pleasure.
It meant taking care of your submissive and their many needs.
Making them feel safe and cared for.
I was proud to say My Dragon trusted me wholeheartedly, to the point he’d never had to say it. After all, actions speak louder than words.
Grinding my way down his cut and muscled body, I suck and kiss at his taut skin, biting and scratching. Leaving marks and blemishes – I can’t explain the level of satisfaction I feel seeing my marks all over him.
My stamps of ownership.
Continuing downwards, I lay between his spread legs, a hand grasping his member.
“Be a good dragon, and don’t cum.” I order before taking him deep.
Choking myself on him until I feel his tip in the back of my throat, until I’m swallowing and strangling his dick.
He shouts, bucking, his head digging back into the sheets.
I bob up and breath before doing it again.
And again.
And again.
Until he’s sweating and panting, limbs quivering.
“You taste so good, My Dragon.” I hum, licking up his length. “You feel so good in my mouth.” I purr and take him in again.
“Oh, Domina, fuck.” He moans, thighs tensing. “Domina.”
“Don’t cum.” I warn harshly, watching him clench his entire body to hold back his orgasm.
I climb up, my hand grasping his chin, attacking his mouth once again.
He welcomes me with a stuttering, gasping moan.
“Stay nice and relaxed for me.” I order, reaching for the new toy. “You’re going to suck on this while I prep you. Spit it out and use your safe word if you need to.”
He nods. “Yes Domina.”
Pressing the dildo against his lips, I watch him open and suck it into his mouth, the sight so erotic I couldn’t help but moan and squirm against him.
He sucks harder, shifting beneath me.
I reach for the lube and return to my place between his thighs, indulging in a little lick of his cock just because I could.
Letting the impressive length bob against his stomach I drag my attention downward, below his balls and over his taint to the puckered hole hiding between his cheeks.
I don’t immediately reach for it, massaging his thighs first, dancing my fingers slowly up the muscled limb, giving him time to refuse my touch. To get comfortable.
He offers me a moan, hips bucking, sucking so hard on the dildo I could hear his slurps.
“Good boy.” I encourage and reach for the lube.
Popping it open a large dollop drops into my hand, the liquid warm.
“I’m going to start prepping you, baby. Tell me if you need to stop.” I warn.
Fisting my hand I coat my fingers, drenching them in it. Then I part that stunning ass and press two fingers against his opening.
He jolts, hips jerking, and lifts his head from the bed.
“It’s okay.” I soothe, gently massaging the fingers against him. “Just feel, My Dragon. Just breathe.”
His muscles relax, the tight ring beneath my fingers easing, allowing one of my lubed fingers to slip inside.
He grunts, legs twitching, but doesn’t tell me to stop.
“Such a good boy for me.” I praise, working him slowly, using the dripping lube to eventually fit a second finger.
I focus on those two for a moment, fucking them slowly into his ass, curling them inside. Searching for—
“Mmh!” He jolts.
Then melts with a moan so loud the toy almost falls out of his mouth.
“Good?” I question, to which he nods vigorously.
Smiling, I add more lube and carefully work in that third and final digit, curling them against his special spot.
He bucks and shivers, his cock jerking violently, head rolling against the sheets.
“If you think that feels good, baby, then wait till we use the toy.” I laugh, withdrawing my fingers and wiping the excess onto the sheets.
I can’t help but admire how gorgeous he is, so primally appealing it was a crime.
Rising onto my knees I reach up and pull the dildo from his lips, the device nice and shiny.
“Domina.” He calls for me, writhing in the restraints.
“Almost ready, My Dragon.” I promise as I sit back on my legs.
Firmly grasping his cock, his desperate moan ignored, I carefully work the tight rubber ring down his spongy length, settling it at the very base against his balls.
Before it is even settled his dick begins to strain, turning redder and twitching in my hand.
“Fuck, Domina.” He whimpers and I jerk him as a small reward for behaving so well.
Settling his saliva-soaked dildo against the puckered hole, I give no warning before gently working it against his flesh.
He arches into it, shaking. “Domina….”
“I have you.” I promise. “You’re going to love being fucked, My Dragon. I’m going to make you cum so hard.”
He groans, shaking his head. “You always do, Domina.” He gasps.
I suck the tip of his cock for that, rubbing the sensitive spot just under the head with my tongue. At the same time, the toy slips into his ass, the slightly curved instrument settling against his prostate.
“Oh fuck, yes….” He groans, arms straining against the silk, his chest rumbling with a purr.
“We’re not done yet.” I tut, climbing my way up to straddle him, pressing my pussy against his swollen angry length. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Domina. Green.” He begs, rocking.
I shift and use my hand to guide him into me, moaning out as he stretches my pussy and fills me up, hitting every spot inside.
Gods, I was going to miss this. Miss him. But nothing lasts forever.
And I wasn’t gone yet.
“Be nice and loud for me.” I breathe and begin to ride.
Him
Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
I’d never taken anything in my ass, never craved something like that, but now I wondered why I hadn’t.
Every time she shifted on my cock it shifted the toy in my ass, rubbing it against that electric bundle of nerves, sending a zap of torturous pleasure through me.
All I could do was moan and beg her for more, bucking up into her. Every sense I had narrowed on her and the pleasure, how she was making me feel, nearly overwhelming.
I felt like I was going to burst but couldn’t, probably because of the hoop thing she’d put on my dick, but I wasn’t complaining.
This was ecstasy and torture and beyond fucking incredible.
Rising up and plunging down, rocking against me, bouncing those firm cheeks of hers against my thighs, shifting to rub her clit on my navel, her walls massaging me.
Fuck, I’d never had anything like her. I wanted to beg her to let me drill her into the mattress, but I knew better.
“So good, Domina. So fucking good.” I gasp.
“It’s about to get better.”
Leaning over me, her tits crushed against my chest, I feel her reach for something and wished I could see.
She sits back and starts to ride me again, fucking me hard like she promised, using me like her own personal fuck toy and all I could think was ‘hell fucking yes’.
My hips rise off the bed. I’d be embarrassed about the noises erupting from me if she wasn’t just as loud.
The feel of her wet scorching pussy on my cock, the pressure of the dildo, the feel of her against me, her smell in my nostrils.
Fucking hell, I felt like I was coming out of my skin. My flesh was too tight and yet not tight enough, my blood roaring through me.
I thought I couldn’t take anymore, especially as she started to moan and whimper and move faster, her pussy clutching at me, her body tensing.
I felt it when she came. The ripple of pleasure that moved through her, the gush of hot liquid on my over-sensitised cock, her purring moan of delight.
“Domina.” I growl, practically crying for her.
She laughs, pulling away from me.
“Please…..” I whine.
‘More. More touch.’ My dragon snarls.
I feel her remove the rubber hoop from my cock, but she leaves the dildo in me.
Moving down the bed I feel the ties on my legs loosen and then fall, a moment later my hands are freed as well.
Before I know it she’s straddling me again, my cock slipping into her wet heat, our bodies one.
“Touch me while I make you cum.” She orders breathily.
I’m sitting up and wrapping my arms around her in a heartbeat, my hands moulding her curves, my mouth sucking trails over her tits.
She moans and writhes on me, rocking her hips, moving harder when I palm the curved flesh and squeeze.
She rides me like a hurricane, has my blood rising to her like a siren call, my dragon purring as if he were a kitten.
Our sounds are intoxicating, the slaps of flesh and rumbling moans like erotic music to my ears.
She purrs, the sound vibrating through her chest and over my lips as I kiss and suck and nip.
“Are you ready to cum for me?” She murmurs, her hand leaving my nape.
“Domina, please.” I croak, so wound up I could cry.
Everything was too much and not enough, my cock burning with the need to erupt. Gods, I wanted to pin her to the bed and ruin her pussy as she dug her heels into my ass and told me how to do it.
“Let me come, Domina, please.” I pleaded, tucking my face beneath her chin and sucking at the flesh of her throat.
I feel her arm move, feel something small and hard against my back clasped in her hand.
Then I’m jerking and swearing and moaning, rolling her under me as the thing in my ass begins to vibrate.
Right against my fucking prostate.
Growling, snarling, I rut against her, drilling into her with every ounce of my strength.
“Oh yes, My Dragon. That’s it,” She moans in my ear, driving me mad with the sensual demand in her voice. “Let go for me.”
Furiously snapping my hips with a rib-shattering roar, I bite into her breast and jam my cock as deep as it will go, feeling her ripple around me as she comes apart in my arms.
I’m tense as I slam into her, the vibrator milking drop after drop from me, filling my Domina to the brim.
She holds me through it, murmuring nonsense, her soft hands gliding over my shoulders and back.
It’s a relief and a disappointment when she switches the vibrator off, my body relaxing enough for me to settle between her thighs, my face in her breasts.
“You did so good, My Dragon. Came so hard for me.” She praises as I press kisses into her tits.
“Do you have to leave?” I demand, but my tone is quiet and suddenly sad.
It's vulnerable and soft, making me wish I could take it back.
She’s quiet for a moment, her hands gentle in my hair. “Yes. It’s important.”
“And you aren’t coming back.” It’s not a question, I know she’s not.
The management in this place gave me their catalogue to choose another Domme and stated she was removing herself from their employment.
Not taking a leave of absence. Not going on holiday. Removing herself.
She was moving on from here. From me.
“No, I don’t think I am.” She murmurs. “I’ll……. Miss you. But it’s time for me to go.”
I let myself get lost in her touch, trying not to tense as my dragon rears up beneath my skin, coiling and lashing at my ribs, shredding my organs.
A year with her hadn’t been enough. It would never be enough.
Resolve hardened inside me, like volcanic rock after an explosion. Eternal, immovable.
My dragon rises, his presence deepening my voice.
“I’ll find you.” We told her, but it wasn’t a promise.
Dragons respected and revered honour above all. On my honour, I swore, I would find my Domina again. And I’d make her keep me.