Dragon Down Under(43)

“You know, I work better when I’ve experienced what I write. I want to experience this scene.”

He grinned, leaned in and kissed her briefly on the lips, placing his phone behind her on the desk. “Gods, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

He pulled back nodding, his face schooled into a serious expression. She tried hard not to giggle.

“Right, you want this, you get it.”

He lowered himself down on to the sturdy couch she bought for her writing cave, knowing at some point, they would end up having sex on it. It was also why the fabric was thick, easy clean leather.

“Stand up and come here.” His tone, hard and commanding.

The game had begun.

Her stomach churned, but her panties were already dripping wet.

She obeyed, standing in front of him, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. Her mind drew a blank when strong hands started to wander up the back of her thighs, and came to rest on her plump arse, on which, he promptly gave a light smack. She jumped at the gesture and closed her eyes when he tore the corners of her lace underwear and yanked them off.

“I’ve told you to stop wearing these fucking things.”

He was serious. He declared, they were a waste of fabric and hindered his easy access to her. She continued to wear them, however, if only to tease him into tearing them off. One day, she may grow tired of it, but for now it was still fun.

“Who do you belong to, girl?” She loved the roughened tone, gravelly with arousal.

“I belong to you, Sir,” her voice barely a whisper, getting her head back in the game.

“You will address me as Master, understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“This body is mine to play with.” His fingers slid between her legs and parted the folds of her throbbing sex. Under her lowered eyelashes, she saw his triumphant grin as his fingers dampened from her pre-existing arousal.

A moan rose in her throat and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hold in her noises while he slid his thick fingers back and forth across her clit. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it out, so her stance spread for easier access.

“Keep still,” he almost growled the command. “Or five swats.” He played the scene she sent him to utter perfection, going beyond what her mind could have thought up.

Her body jerked when he pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers. She struggled to remain still and upright. After a few minutes of the pain-pleasure torture, her breathing rapid, he pulled away.

“Sit on my lap.” He patted his knee.

Hesitant, but obedient, she complied and slid onto his lap, straddling him, loving the feel of his rigid cock pushing against the softer leather pants he favoured while training. Capturing her chin, he made her look into his jewelled red eyes, and pushed the same finger he used to play with her swollen nub into her mouth.

The musky flavour of her own juices made her moan, making her suck eagerly.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby. Who do you belong to?” he repeated.

“You, Master, only you,” she managed through heavy breathing.

“Fucking right, you do. I’ve wanted you, wanted this for too fucking long. I’m going to take what’s mine, understand girl?” Hot hands gripped the rounded globes of her arse, pulling her flush against his thick erection.

She couldn’t help but grind against the bulge beneath his pants, and press against it greedily.

“Yes, oh, yes, Master, please.”

He pushed the top of her dress down along with her bra, allowing her heavyset breasts to spill out before him.

She hid her grin when he muttered, “Fucking perfect.” With the flat of his hand, he delivered a gentle swat to each breast, making the skin pinken and her taut nipples harden even more.

Louder moans spilled from her lips, this time without care as her hips rolled and bucked against him.

Pleasure swam through her senses. His hands were everywhere, soothing and enticing her body at the same time—utterly intoxicating. With her eyes closed, she felt his hand sneak up and curl into her hair, and with a firm yank, pulled her down to take her mouth. He nipped and bit at her lips.

Her hands anchored on his shoulders while she allowed him to take what was his and endure the stinging bites. Some made her squeal, but he quickly soothed each one with a flick of his dragon tongue.

When he pulled back, she pressed her lips to his without thought and crushed her breasts against his chest. Her hand delved between them, searching for his belt, eager to find the object of her desire. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back.

“Ah, ah, baby, don’t be hasty,” he chided.

She pouted slightly and heat flooded her cheeks.

“Keep your hands where they are.”