Chapter 6
Aria woke in the morning to find that she was still naked and trapped in a dragon’s lair. Neither fact pleased her. In the brief moment before she opened her eyes, she’d hoped desperately that she’d dreamed the whole thing and she’d wake up in barracks that smelled of feet and chlorine.
It was not to be.
She was still behind bars and still the captive of the handsome asshole who called her pet even though he knew her name was Aria. And he was standing next to the bars, as if he’d been watching her sleep. Goddamn. Even super-max prisoners got more privacy than this.
He’d disrobed again—apparently dragons only wore clothing for special occasions. It was impossible not to look at his manhood swinging heavily between his muscular thighs, a total distraction.
“Good morning, pet,” he said, making her grind her teeth in annoyance. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept in a cage,” she scowled. “So, no, I didn’t sleep well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said in a way she absolutely didn’t believe.
“Sure you are.”
He ignored her attitude.
“Did you have any dreams?”
“What? No. What do you care?”
“I’m simply curious, pet.”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” she said, realizing she sounded sort of petulant.
It was a weird situation to find herself in.
This dragon, her enemy, was trying to make her submissive to him.
He had been honest about that. It meant she couldn’t trust anything he said or did, as it was no doubt in the service of his goal.
Even a simple question about dreams was probably some perverted thing to get inside her head.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
He opened the cage door and let it swing wide. Aria stayed where she was, suspicious. She was right to be.
“You will work for your food, pet,” he said. “Pleasure me with your mouth before you fill your belly.”
“Fuck you,” she growled.
“Later,” he smirked, taking a couple of steps back to sit on the bed. His cock was already thickening, growing before her eyes into an impossibly large rod that was pointing imposingly in her direction. “Right now, I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Suck your own dick,” Aria told him. “I’ll stay hungry.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said in smooth purring tones. “Did I phrase it as a request?” His voice dropped into a commanding growl. “Come over here, pet, and pleasure me.”
“I hate you,” Aria growled right back at him. “And I’m not going to touch your filthy lizard cock with my mouth.”
“Feisty this morning, aren’t we,” he replied with a dark smirk. “Well, pet. Let me present you with another option. You may take me in your mouth and pleasure me. Or you may go over my knees, be thrashed until you are begging for mercy and release… and then take me in your mouth.”
“Asshole,” she snarled.
“Oh, you want me to take you there? Well,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I think it would be a tight fit, but…”
“No! Goddammit!” He was toying with her. He knew, and she knew, that she didn’t really have any choice. If she did not do as he said, he could do increasingly perverse things to her until sucking his cock seemed like the most pleasant option.
“Come here, pet,” he said, crooking his finger at her. “Before I lose my patience with this little game.”
Cursing inwardly and out loud, Aria stood up and approached him. He was so damn tall that even with him sitting on the bed, she still didn’t have much height on him.
His cock was almost fully erect now, a great beast of a thing between his thighs. She had a reaction to it, one aside from the anger and rebellion. A reaction that made her mouth water in spite of the fact she was still very much intending to refuse to take him in her mouth.
Vyktor reached out and ran his hands over the curve of her hips, his skin hot against hers. “Very good, pet,” he said, praising her for following the command.
“It’s not like I had a choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” he murmured, his hands roaming slowly up and down her body. He grazed against the outer curves of her breast, teasing her into one of those almost hypnotic states of arousal he seemed to be able to produce in her with relatively little effort.
“Kneel before me, pet.”
She stayed standing, the need to rebel greater than the weakness of arousal. Vyktor’s fingers found her nipples and pinched lightly, sending little bolts of naughty excitement converging on her clit.
“There are consequences for disobedience,” he warned her gently.
I hope so. The thought popped into Aria’s mind unbidden, the little spark of mischief she had never been able to entirely tame. She made no verbal reply aside from a small moan that she couldn’t help as Vyktor’s fingertips tightened on her nipples.
“Kneel, pet,” he repeated more firmly, gravel in his voice. Perhaps it should have intimidated her into behaving. Instead, it made a smile appear on her lips, that same smile of reckless abandon that so many of her commanders had seen before and tried their very best to wipe off.
Vyktor answered that smile with one of his own.
The fingers of his right hand left her breast and snaked around her neck.
He took hold of the nape of her neck and squeezed just hard enough to make her knees begin to buckle.
It didn’t hurt, but it did quite literally bend her to his will until she found herself kneeling on the rug beside his bed, the great thick length of his cock standing erect before her face.
From this angle it seemed as big as her head, an intimidating thick pillar of flesh with those dragon scales plating its base.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Aria looked up into his handsome face with a smirk on her lips.
He could force her to her knees, he could make her body respond to him with his adept pinching, but he could not make her suck his cock.
That was an act of will. She knew well enough when she was being given an unenforceable order, and this was definitely one of them.
“Make me,” she sneered.
His dark brows rose at her. “Make you? Are you sure, pet?”
“Definitely. You can’t… oooommnnggg!”
Vyktor took a fistful of her hair and drew her head toward his crotch. Aria growled as the thick flared head of his cock brushed against her lips.
“Open your mouth, pet,” he repeated.
When she did not immediately obey him, he slid his other hand around under her jaw and pressed his fingers near the joints, applying steady pressure until she yielded to it and parted her lips.
She squirmed furiously, her bottom and hips wriggling back and forth as he slowly slid the head of his cock between her lips and into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
Technically, he had not made her suck his cock, but the technicality was a meaningless one. His thick rod was in her mouth, sliding over her tongue and pressing all the way to the back of her throat.
She would have bit him, but the powerful hands made it almost impossible to close her mouth.
Vyktor used her mouth to pleasure himself with the supreme confidence of a creature who knew he had her completely in his control.
She tasted the tang of him, something she had never encountered in a human man, a metallic, perhaps earthy taste that was subtle but present.
“I filled your pussy last night,” he said. “You brimmed with my seed. It was beautiful to see the soft lips of your sex coated with my cum. Today you will swallow it.”
He had a way of speaking, that deep, accented tongue that made his crude words sound like poetry and made Aria’s pussy quiver. She hated that reaction. There she was, on her knees, having her mouth fucked for her disobedience and she was growing wet at his words.
The dragon pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her, his golden eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Do you need me to hold you open for me? Or will you pleasure me as I ordered?”
Her jaw was starting to ache, and she knew it would be much easier if she simply obeyed him.
It wasn’t as if she had a choice; one way or another he was going to fill her mouth with his cock.
And yet the notion of submitting to his desire filled her with a heated embarrassment.
Her hips were squirming, her bottom rubbing against the back of her ankles as she battled with the question.
“Do let me know, pet,” he drawled, pushing his cock back into her mouth in one long stroke, then removing it again.
He repeated the process half a dozen more times before she finally capitulated, his cock gleaming with her saliva as she whimpered and spoke. “Fine, I’ll do it…”
“You will ask me nicely, pet.”
“What!?”
“Ask permission to suck my cock.”
“Please,” she grated between clenched teeth. “May I suck your cock?”
“You may, pet,” he said, releasing her entirely.
She hesitated, knowing that he would take matters into his own hands again if she did not go through with it.
It had almost been easier when he had her head in his hands, then she didn’t have to slide her own mouth onto his member.
Then she didn’t have to wrap her lips around his cock herself and take it deep into her hot mouth, her tongue lapping at it as she found herself beginning to enjoy the taste.
“Good pet,” he praised, running his fingers lightly through her hair. “You are very good at sucking my cock, pet.”
Aria blushed. He spoke the words as if they were genuine praise. She was now judged by her ability to pleasure him. Her skills, her many other qualities were irrelevant in that moment. All he cared about was how well she licked and suckled and tended to his thick, hard cock.
She couldn’t help but try to please him.
Not because she wanted him to feel pleasure, but because of her inner drive to do well.
He had tapped into an easily pervertable desire for success, the same desire that had gotten her so far in life was now channeled into bobbing her head along the length of her most dire enemy’s cock.