She swayed slightly and he cupped his hands around her hot face. She was pink, flushed across her slender neck and ripe breasts. The warm color of her blush blurred with the bright colors of her tattoo. “Trust me,” he reiterated.
She nodded. “I do, Galen,” she murmured.
The doctor was busy in the corner of the room where he had laid out things—toys rather than medical devices, things that intensified sexual gratification.
“I’m going to fuck you now. You can come freely and as often as you like. The doctor will touch you, monitor your responses, as will this special table. Let them help you, don’t fight them. If your senses are overloaded, the table has a warning alarm.”
“It does? Wow.”
He smiled—he liked impressing her. “It checks your heart rate and adrenaline levels, lots of things.”
“I thought it was just for restraining me.”
“Ah, well, it does that too, but for medical purposes. Keeps a patient still while they’re sedated.”
“You didn’t tell me,” she pouted, but sweetly.
He ran his hand down her arm and took her hand. He guided it toward the bulge in his pants. “This gets hard when you submit. It also, I confess, gets hard when you are naughty and need punishing. Does that trouble you?” It shouldn’t. It was his right to punish her as he saw fit. Her permission wasn’t needed; it was irrelevant. Whatever made him happy was what mattered. However, for some bizarre reason, he had to hear her opinion or at least acknowledge it.
She paused. “It should, because it makes you appear cruel.” A smile crept across her face and she dipped her head down, as if ashamed. “I like it, too…” she whispered. “I like your dominance.”
She wasn’t afraid. “Then, little human, feed off it.” He tipped her chin up. Her eyes invited him in. Such beautiful irises and long eyelashes. He lowered his mouth and kissed her lips. She glowed and her tattoos darkened once again, ready for her to come again.
Having savored her taste, he broke free. “Then, let’s begin. Kneel on the floor and open your mouth. You’ll play with your clit while I fuck your mouth, then your pussy, then your ass.”
She dropped to her knees and tipped back her head. Her mouth opened wide, ready for him. She lowered her hand, slid it over her navel and between her spread thighs and slowly, she circled her clit.
Her tattoos turned black, the pattern bold and clear. Her fingers worked faster and faster as he released his cock and held it out for her. She stuck out her tongue and licked the smooth apex. The sensation was divine and he moved closer, standing over her. He planted his feet on either side of her thighs and swung his hips forward. As he plunged his cock into her mouth, she gasped and within seconds came.
The fireworks of bright colors danced across her skin. It didn’t stop him.
Time was obliterated. If it took hours to achieve his goal, then so be it. No rush, no need to force her.
He moved her to the bed and onto her back with her legs apart. He stripped naked and entered her. She came again, then again. He gave her breaks, massages, and bathed her with cool water when her skin shone with too much heat.
She was gorgeously pliable and obedient. After she’d had her tenth orgasm, he let her sleep for a while and when she woke, he fed her sweet things, the kind of food humans liked. She was appreciative and thanked him with a loving kiss.
Sentaria dutifully ignored these sideshows of tenderness. Galen didn’t let them last too long. He’d still to claim her ass; he was saving that for last.
“Ready to endure your punishment?” he murmured as she curled up on his lap.
She traced the wolf’s hungry mouth with her fingertip. “Oh, sir. I’m so ready for your punishing ways.”
More orgasms, more fingering her holes and teasing her clitoris. He used vibrators and flicked her nipples. The tattoos were confused by her constantly changing state. One second black, the next a glorious red. She was lost, perhaps to herself, but not to him. She was aware of his commands, his touches and caresses. As for the doctor, she wasn’t put off any longer by his presence. However, it was time to test her humility.
“Sentaria. While I fuck her ass, I want you to enjoy her clit. Make it come for me. Orgasm after orgasm. I want to feel her clench and come around my cock.”
Sentaria grinned from ear to ear. “My pleasure, lord.”
They laid her on her back on the table; the padding embraced her form but she wasn’t contained by it. Slowly, carefully, Galen entered her
, having ensured she was well lubricated and open to him. She thrashed her head from side to side.
“Oh, punish me,” she moaned.
Galen closed his eyes and savored the snug fit of his cock in her ass. He imagined the creature she preferred the most—the dragon. Opening his eyes, he saw her reaction to the arrival of the new tattoo on his chest. Her pupils widened, her lips trembled.
“Oh, sir, please, be gentle,” she whimpered, contradicting her own request.