DragonMaster (5 page)

Please. Please. Please.
It was silent entreaty accompanied by harsh breath.

His tongue swept out, toying with the navel
jewelry before his lips closed on it, giving a teasing tug then moving lower.
His sounds of approval resembling contented rumbles, reminding her of what she
suspected, that he was a dragon, and heightening her craving for him instead of
creating fear.

He nuzzled, inhaled, licked the outer skin
of her labia, avoiding her clit and slit. She grew wetter, more engorged,
needier for the release of orgasm.

Others had gathered. But for once, knowing
they watched, that they enjoyed how aroused her master could make her didn’t
matter, didn’t add to her desire. She needed only him, wanted only to give him
everything, her heart, her soul, her body, her trust, her future.

The thought dragged her upward with a
reminder of Kei, pulled her from the riptide of ecstasy like a ring thrown to
someone caught in an ocean undertow. Too much time had passed since she’d seen
Miles and she didn’t know how long he’d been there. There were no guarantees he
meant to stay hours.

She closed her eyes, torn between willing
Jubal to finish the scene so she could find some way to approach Miles and get
the star ball, and caring only about pleasing Jubal, about giving herself over
to the fantasy that he might just be the man for her.

He touched some deep chord inside her so it
resonated, thrummed with a single word.
His
. She was
his, his, his
.
Yet even now, his cousin—if they were truly dragons—might be closing in on
Miles.

Whoever had pointed Miles at Kei, she
didn’t believe it was Jubal. But she couldn’t discount the threat he posed, a
threat that sounded in his growled, “Open your eyes.” As if he’d sensed her
thoughts overriding the physical sensations he’d created inside her.

And they had. A life was at stake. A friend
might die.

She complied. Gaze snapping to Jubal’s, a
shiver going through her at the displeasure in his eyes.

Fear surged to the fore, that he’d end this
here and now, and that fear had nothing to do with being forced back to the
lobby. Tears welled. A howl tore through her, frustration and anguish at having
met him tonight when the odds seemed stacked against them.

His nostrils were flared, his jaw rigid and
lips a straight line. If she’d been free to touch him, she would have pressed
kisses to his mouth, silently pleaded for his forgiveness, for him to
understand, somehow, that she wasn’t free to give all of herself tonight.

You, whose desire is in question?

The remembered words pummeled her and, as
if to prove them false her channel spasmed, releasing a flood of arousal.

His attention returned to her cunt, the lips
swelling further, her clit now so engorged that the hood no longer hid the
naked, vulnerable head.

The reaction appeased him and she whimpered
in relief, then whimpered again when he touched his mouth to her pussy. Resumed
the slow exploration of what belonged to him.

His mouth opened on her hot flesh, his
tongue teasing her slit, licking, playing at her opening. “More. Please,
Master.”

Instead he gave her less, abandoning
near-penetration for flushed outer labia and inner thighs. Lapping, sucking the
wet evidence of her need from her skin though instantly more liquid desire
escaped her slit to replace it.

He made it harder and harder to keep some
small part of her consciousness in her possession. She cried out with his first
penetration, a shallow foray of his tongue, a quick thrust followed once again
by loss. He interspersed the fucks with tugs to the chain attached to the
nipple clamps until nothing existed outside of her body and what he was doing
to it.

She begged. Pleaded. Fought against the
restraints.

Desperation edged toward panic that she’d
disobey him, displease him by orgasming without permission. Became relief and
ecstasy in a flash-fire of soul-deep bliss when he said, “Come for me.”

She readily obeyed, keening her release.
Trembling with the aftershocks even as she craved the burn and stretch of his
cock, the ultimate gift of a master to his slave, a joining of bodies, a
filling first by his penis and then by his seed.

Her lassitude lasted only until she noticed
Nisien standing slightly behind Jubal, bare-chested, a gold, silver and blue
dragon seemingly coiled around his torso.

Certainty as to what Jubal and his cousin
were settled into her, and there was no preventing the spontaneous search of
the play area for Miles.

Pain exploded in her pussy just as she
found him. Fiery punishment that snapped her attention back to Jubal.

Pleasure and pride had vanished from his
expression. She braced herself for a second spank to her cunt. Knew she
deserved it though there was no way out of her dilemma.

He ripped the Velcro bindings open, freeing
her. Hand a vice grip around her arm as he pulled her to her feet, marching her
over to the spanking stand rather than cuddling her.

He attached another weight to the clamp
chain and her pussy quivered to match that of a heart holding hope. With
punishment came forgiveness, and once the star ball was back in Kei’s
possession—

“Assume the position.”

She did as ordered, draping herself over
the spanking stand. The cool vinyl a sharp contrast to the increasing heat in her
nipples, the hot burn of pain caused by the weight he’d added and the position.

Anxiety and trepidation built when he did
nothing, said nothing. Erotic fear became a twisting coil in her belly, a
nearly unbearable wait.

Jubal seethed. He was close to violence. He
wanted to tear the human apart limb by limb then incinerate what remained.

His jaw clenched as the very male he wanted
to eradicate moved closer. Short of taking her to a private room, he couldn’t
rid himself of the audience. And there was his dilemma. Behind closed doors, he
feared the shattering of the magical construct keeping him in this second form.

He was surprised his rear molars hadn’t
cracked under the force of his grinding. He could no longer tolerate her former
lover being able to look upon her breasts or pussy, and bent over as she was
with legs only slightly apart, the lips of her cunt remained visible, swollen
and wet, her opening an invitation for a man’s cock, for the fulfillment of his
fantasies.

He battled twin primal urges—to relegate
all contenders to piles of dust versus the need to cover her, thrust inside, to
let magic fall away as he mated her in his first form.

Caught up in his ferocious imaginings and
conflicting instincts, long moments passed before he became aware, for the
second time since entering the main area, of the phantom rise and fall of the
crest of his first form.

Magic.
This
was the human who
possessed an artifact of some type! Jubal’s eyes narrowed at considering the
questions he’d put to Summer, and her claim that this man was nothing to her. A
nobody.

If the male possessed a charm, it could
account for the reason Summer kept seeking him out. The thought eased him, at
least with respect to his mate.

The human lusted for Summer. He stank with
it.

Jubal knelt and tethered her ankles with
Velcro cuffs already secured to the floor. He breathed in the scent of her
desire and reveled in the way she trembled at the merest of his touches. At the
way she pushed into his palm when he braced it on her buttock as he stood.

He moved to the other side of the spanking
stand, knelt again, close enough so his mouth brushed her ear. She shivered,
whimpered with the need for more.

“What is his name?”

And she dared,
dared
to ask, “Who do
you mean?”

A growl accompanied a light tug on the
chain.

Her small cry was followed by a whispered,
“Miles.”

“Do you crave his cock?”

Revulsion lanced the scent of her arousal.
“No.”

Her answer puzzled him as much as it
pleased him. “Why do you seek him out then?”

A hard shudder went through her. “I can’t
tell you, Master.”

He decided against pushing her, choosing
instead to get her punishment over with so they could return to the seating
area for a more private discussion.

It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t provide
incentive for her to trust him with her secrets.

Releasing the chain, he stood, sought and
found Nisien, motioning him over.

His cousin glanced at the human in passing,
murmured for Jubal’s ears only upon reaching him, “This is proving to be a
fortuitous outing.”

Nisien did not insult him by asking if he
sensed the magical object. Nor did he make a claim on it, given that he’d no
doubt noted Summer’s straying attention and the reason she now rested across a
spanking stand.

Not all artifacts were things to hoard. If
this one had some power over her, Jubal would neither relinquish it to another
nor allow its existence at all.

“Assist me,” he said. “My…slave has
displeased me greatly. Get the paddle.”

Nisien’s brows lifted even as his features
flushed with pleasure in what was an uncommon intimacy between dragon males. He
retrieved it, stopping behind Summer when he returned.

“Five spanks,” Jubal said, dark
satisfaction filling him at Summer’s whimper of protest, at the sight of her
pleading eyes as she strained to tilt her head upward so she could meet his
gaze, silently begging for it to be his hand delivering discipline.

He cupped her cheek, rubbed his thumb over
parted lips as his other hand dropped to the front of his pants as if to free
his cock. She shivered and it sent a rush of heat through his penis. His cock
throbbed harder, making its own demands on him, more interested in being
sheathed in her body than in gaining her total trust and an acknowledgement of
what she was—
his
.

“Perhaps I should order another over to
take care of my needs. A female not so easily distracted.”

“No,” she said, voice low, a growl of sorts
as she fought the restraints, trying to close the impossible distance of inches
that separated her from his cock. “No one else can pleasure you as well as I
can, Master.”

“So you say, and yet you’ve done nothing
but displease me so far.” It was shades of the truth only. How could it be
otherwise? He was smitten by his mate, and now that he thought she might be
under the compulsion of magic, he was more than willing to forgive her
inattention, as long as she gave him her trust.

“Proceed, Nisien. Five to begin with. Count
them, Summer.”

She jerked with the first blow, panted,
“One.” And he stroked himself through the material of his trousers.

“Two.”

“Three.”

Her scent told him she grew more aroused
with each strike. Because he’d ordered the punishment. Because he witnessed it.
Because his cousin was an extension of him.

“Four.”

A moan. A shiver.

“Five.”

Jubal joined Nisien. Her buttocks where
flushed, her skin color light enough to reveal the heat centered in the smooth
delectable globes.

He caressed one of them with his knuckles
and was rewarded by the spasming of her cunt so that it gushed arousal.

“Warm, but not warm enough,” he said, very
aware of the human male and how his gaze was fastened on Summer’s vulva, though
the male he played with knelt in front of him, sucking his cock.

“Careful,” Nisien murmured, making Jubal
aware of the thin tendrils of smoke that had escaped his nostrils.

“Five more.” His cock jerked and leaked. He
shifted position, blocking the human’s view as Nisien delivered the spanks in
rapid succession.

Jubal placed his hand on her buttock,
fingers splayed and palm pressed to her flesh. The burn he’d wanted was there.
“Thank you, Cousin. I believe we’ll return to the sitting area.”

He freed his mate’s ankles then her wrists,
keeping her in front of him as they moved back to their seats. He’d intended
her to suck his cock, but by the time he sat, he saw his cousin had already
found a playmate, one of the staff members available for quick scenes.

He indicated the folded jacket on the
floor. “Kneel, heels against your buttocks and weight resting on them. Watch
while I contemplate whether or not you’re ready for your master’s cock.”

Chapter Four

Summer knelt, heat spiking from where her
buttocks and heels touched, spearing her cunt and belly in a screaming reminder
that Jubal knew he didn’t possess her full attention. She was in over her head
with him. She knew it and yet there was no escaping it.

Guilt was a tight burn in the center of her
chest as she looked for and found Miles rather than immediately obey. He was
fucking his sub’s mouth.

Even when that submissive had been Kei,
it’d left her cold instead of making her hot. She’d preferred not to watch at
all. Now all she felt was relief that he was still in the club and panic that
time was running out.

Her gaze went to the spanking stand.
Nisien’s sub was red haired, the color lighter than Kei’s though about as long.
It brushed against the floor, creating an erotic, beautiful picture, a naked
male bound with his legs spread and balls on display, his cock positioned so it
was stretched along the underside of the narrow belly rest.

The heat radiating through her as a result
of her own punishment deepened as Nisien struck the sub’s buttocks, each blow
causing the sub’s penis to plunge forward, the foreskin pulled back to reveal
its glistening head.

It was mesmerizing, though the expression
on Nisien’s face drew her as well. He gave his sub his complete attention. Each
of his movements choreographed to deliver maximum sensation.

She wished Kei could find someone like
him—until her gaze slid lower, once more encountering the dragon covering his
chest before coiling around to cover back and shoulders. She shivered, forcing
herself to use this time to think rather than just feel.

If she claimed to need to go to the
bathroom, would Jubal accompany her?

Her gut said Miles would attempt contact if
she went alone. Just as it said the star ball was on him. He wouldn’t leave it
in a locker.

Her eyes flicked to where he still fucked
his sub’s mouth. Revulsion filled her at imagining the kind of contact that
would be required for her to run her hands over Miles’ tight pants, to distract
him enough to get the star ball.

Just think of it as a scene
. There’d been dominants she’d regretted saying yes to.

Her stomach clenched at imagining Jubal’s
reaction if he discovered what she’d done after agreeing to belong exclusively
to him. Her gaze returned to Nisien, to the sinuous dragon coiling around his
torso.

Jubal leaned forward. She shivered at the
feel of his body heat and the silk of his shirt against her back. Imagined he
had a tattoo as well, and despite worry over the star ball, hungered to
discover the dragon on Jubal’s skin, to press her lips to it and trace it with
her tongue.

She moaned when his hands cupped her
breasts, fingers thumbing the nipple clamps and sending a wash of erotic pain
downward to her cunt. Intensifying the burn already there because of heels
pressed to punished buttocks.

She arched her back, offered her neck in a
primal display of submission. Whimpered when he brushed his lips against it,
took delicate skin between his teeth to mark her.

“Please,” she whispered, wanting to belong
to him.

He bit down hard enough to bruise. Sucked
for long erotic moments, heightening her need and ache for him until she
trembled with longing for his cock to fill her. The licks he delivered to the
mark he’d made on her skin became the writing of his name across her soul.

“Do you enjoy watching others in their
pleasure?” he asked.

“For the most part, Master.”

“So perhaps instead of having gained
obedience, it’s merely my good fortune at finding you enthralled with my
cousin’s activities rather than watching the man you came here to meet.”

She tensed and immediately cursed herself
for the telltale reaction. His hand went to her neck, covering the necklace,
his grip firm enough to stir primal fear, creating a fight-or-flight response
and forcing her to battle against it, to acknowledge that she trusted him not
to hurt her.

Her body softened. Yielded, transmitting
that trust.

Hard grip became the stroke of a finger
over the locket’s chain. “Who gave you this?”

“A friend.”

“A lover?”

“No.”

“Another master?”

“No.”

“Why did you come here seeking the… Miles?”

“I can’t tell you.” Whispered, pleading
words.

“And yet the reason is important to you.”

“Yes.”

“A good master takes care of what belongs
to him.”

He shifted his chair so he could lean over
her as he removed the clamp on her right breast, creating an explosion of pain
followed by the ecstasy of his mouth latching onto her nipple, his tongue
soothing, sucking, making her cry out, making her forget her training and
tangle her hands in the auburn hair flowing against her skin.

He tended her. Laved and suckled, each
stroke, each pull reaching through her heart and down to her cunt in a heated
flow, delivering comfort and need.

She was fevered, shaking when his mouth
left her breast to kiss her neck, teeth finding the spot he’d marked, gripping,
renewing his claim so she clenched her hands in his hair to keep from touching
herself, from gaining a release he hadn’t allowed.

“Why did you seek Miles out?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You will before this night ends.”

Threat. Promise.

He released the second clamp. The pain was
sharper, fiercer, a fury of it followed by pleasure, a sensual whirlpool that
became a soul-deep craving to trust, to turn over her worries and her problems
to the man who owned her, to this man who would settle for nothing less than
everything.

“Come, Summer,” he commanded, sending her
to heights that left her boneless, upright only because she was in the warm
security created by his open thighs and enfolding arms.

Perfect
,
Jubal thought, trapped in his mate’s lush scent and sultry heat, his body
surrounding hers as she trembled and sighed in the aftermath of the release
he’d given her. She was beyond perfect and soon she would trust him with the
secret he’d already unraveled.

She didn’t desire the blond human and
wasn’t enthralled by him. Yet she’d admitted she’d come to Chains because of
him and would have played with him—a thought that had dragon fire sliding up
Jubal’s throat and his hand smoothing over her flat belly before claiming her
cunt in a possessive cupping. There could only be one reason for it. Treasure.

Few humans were aware of magic or knew of
the supernatural beings they shared their world with. But that didn’t preclude
them from seeking the same objects a dragon might seek, if for different
reasons.

He nuzzled his mate’s neck, decided to
delay questioning her further. The heat of her bare mound was burning bliss
against his palm, her slick folds an invitation he couldn’t ignore.

He pushed a finger inside her, then a
second. Swollen tissue resisted the invasion even as her channel rippled
against his fingers and clamped down on them in hungry claiming.

She arched her back, sexual lassitude
lessening at his touch, becoming renewed desire, enhanced when he again ordered
her to watch Nisien.

His cousin had finished paddling his playmate
and was now preparing to fuck him. The human male was so ready to be filled
that he was humping against the belly rest, struggling against coming as Nisien
took him in hand, unrolling a condom and sliding it over the submissive’s cock
before doing the same to his own.

Summer’s hips moved, subtly mimicking the
male’s pumping as she fucked herself on his fingers. She was sopping wet,
quivering with each of his caresses, making him fight against the need to give
her his cock.

The male in front of them cried out in
ecstasy as he was breached. And even tethered tightly he tried to rock
backward, to hurry the moment when he was fully impaled by Nisien’s cock.

Summer panted softly, arching her back and
pressing her breast more deeply into Jubal’s hand in a pleading for him to
manipulate her nipple. With each of Nisien’s thrusts, her sheath tightened on
his fingers in a silent begging to be fucked.

Jubal survived the torment, but only
barely. By the time Nisien gave his sub permission to come and did so himself,
Jubal was nearly wrapped around Summer, her scent and heat the entirety of his
world, the craving to cover her, naked flesh to naked flesh, a pounding demand
he wouldn’t be able to fight against much longer.

“Come,” he ordered, her ready obedience and
cry of pleasure deepening his satisfaction, as did the long moments of
trembling that followed as her channel continued to spasm and flutter.

He pulled his fingers from her sultry
depths and carried the evidence of her arousal to her lips, felt the harsh scorching
of impending release when she latched onto his fingers, sucking greedily.

Enough! Enough! Enough!
his cock howled, and he was in full agreement.

“Face me,” he ordered, somehow managing to
retain some control over his voice so it came out as command rather than
desperate acknowledgment of hunger.

She turned, using movement as an excuse to
place her hands on his thighs.

He covered them lest they stray, smiled
inwardly because a docile mate really wouldn’t please him as much as this
female who liked to tempt and challenge.

She kept her head bowed in a demure
posture, as if moments earlier her hands hadn’t been tangled in his hair,
demanding release, then anchored there as she was rocked by tumultuous
pleasure.

The eyes that met his beneath thick dark
lashes were pure seduction. “Let me pleasure you, Master. Let me take care of
your needs now.”

He carried one of her hands to the place
where hard cock was imprisoned beneath expensive material. Her fingers curled
around his length, sending a blaze of need through him. But he wasn’t some
fledgling to be trapped in the heat of first desire.

Two could play at this game, though the
outcome was already a certainty when it came to who would win. He didn’t stop
her from stroking his cock, instead he let her test his control, his
determination to reward only good behavior.

Her need grew, translating itself into a
fine sheen of sweat on her skin as she leaned in, rubbing her cheek and lips
against his erection, pressing kisses to it, her breath piercing the fabric of
his trousers as if the material was nonexistent. She grasped the zipper with
her teeth, tugged, but not hard enough to budge it from its position and risk
his calling a halt to the interlude.

Only centuries of finely honed will kept
him from panting, from giving away the true extent of her effect on him when he
ordered her to free his cock. She hastened to comply, the tip of her tongue
darting out to wet her lips as the entirety of her attention went to the organ
jutting from his opened trousers.

Pleasure surged through him at her small
mew of need, at the way her gaze lifted, meeting his in silent pleading to be
allowed to see to his care. And he used the opportunity to remind her that she
was subject to his commands, to reinforce the point so when he next asked her
why she’d sought the human out, she would answer.

“Show your master how thoroughly you desire
him.”

She leaned in, nearly undoing him with the
curl of her hand around his cock, the wet lap of her tongue to his cock head
and the tight press of lips. He fought against panting, against the urgent need
to hurry her.

His fingers speared through her hair, a
concession to her power over him as his buttocks clenched at the sounds she
made as she sucked, constantly laving the tiny slit in his cock head, trying to
elicit the hot rush of semen that would come at his release.

“Deeper,” he growled, fighting the need to
thrust, fisting her beautiful hair, tightening his grip in a show of power and
dominance.

She obeyed, lips and tongue rubbing against
the hidden rings, and the struggle to keep them from becoming obvious took its
toll on him. The insides of his wrists burned in warning, but against the
ecstasy of his mate’s mouth on his cock, sucking, swallowing, giving him her
complete and utter attention, he had no reserves left beyond what was necessary
to remain human in appearance, his penis constrained by magic.

Beneath the sleeves of his shirt, his
mating spurs descended and filled with serum. The rush of experiencing it for
the first time intoxicated him, nearly making him lose control. He moaned, and
that single acknowledgement of pleasure had his mate striving harder to undo
him, as though she would suck both his heart and soul into her being along with
his seed.

He resisted, delaying the inevitable until
he risked becoming dragon in a gathering of humans. And then he came, feeding
her hot jets of semen and reveling in the way she greedily swallowed it down,
her wicked tongue and demanding mouth extending his release.

A purr settled in his chest in the aftermath.
A soul-deep satisfaction that was intensified by the way Summer tended to him,
licking him clean before sending him a glance that both questioned and pleaded
for him to leave his cock exposed.

Impossible. Not when he intended to cuddle
her on his lap. There’d be no way for him to resist the lure of her wet cunt
and parted folds.

A shake of the head conveyed his answer and
she tucked him back into his trousers, but not without using it as an
opportunity to torment him for his decision. Her lips touched his cock in a
lingering goodbye and her fingers stroked, not that he needed either to be
fully erect again by the time she finally tugged the zipper upward.

Rather than pull her onto his lap as he’d
intended, he pulled her across it to deliver an open-handed spanking, darkening
her buttocks with the punishment he administered as she writhed and lifted her
ass for more discipline.