“I don’t think that’s exactly how I put it but essentially yes, that’s true.” He nodded.
“All right—let’s try it.”
Boldly, Bobbi marched up to where the big Kindred was still sitting on the couch. She opened her wrap dress, grabbed one of his big hands, and shoved it between her thighs.
She nearly winced away from his touch at first, afraid she would get burned again. But then she became aware—much to her relief—that there was no burning going on. It was just the feeling of his big, warm hand cupping her throbbing pussy and it didn’t hurt at all.
In fact, it felt pretty damn good. She had the almost insurmountable urge to rub against him, to let those long fingers slip into her hot, swollen folds and caress her aching, tingling clit. Somehow, she resisted…but it wasn’t easy.
“Ahhh,” she half whispered/half moaned. “It…it doesn’t burn. Good…that’s good.” And she couldn’t help rubbing against him, just a tiny bit. She could feel her pussy lips parting and the palm of his hand just barely grazed her throbbing button.
Dragon was staring at her with a surprised look in his bronze eyes. Clearly he had never been with a woman who acted like she did—who was so forward sexually. Well that was just too damn bad, Bobbi thought to herself. He was going to have to get used to it.
“Gods,” he murmured, his voice deep and his eyes half-lidded. “It’s so different from a Saurian female. You’re so soft and wet, Bobbi.”
“Being drugged with an aphrodisiac will do that to a girl, I guess,” she said, rather breathlessly. “All right…” She took a step back from him, removing his hand from between her legs. She missed his warmth and the gentle friction immediately but she had to do this right. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it on my terms,” she told the big Kindred firmly. “I refuse to be acted upon—I’m going to be in charge here and what I say goes, got it?”
Dragon’s eyes widened and for a moment Bobbi thought that anyone watching them would think she looked like an angry kitten facing down a Great Dane. But he didn’t object—he just nodded.
“If that’s what makes you comfortable.”
“None of this makes me comfortable but I’m too damn horny to care right now,” Bobbi told him recklessly. Now listen up, here are the rules. First, you keep your dick in your pants. Second, no penetration.”
“How can I penetrate you if my shaft is in my trousers?” he asked reasonably.
“You know what I mean,” Bobbi snapped. “Third, you touch me when and how I tell you to. And the minute I come, you stop. Got it?”
Dragon nodded again.
“All right, we’ll do this your way, little feela.” Then his voice dropped to a growl and she seemed to see flames in his eyes for just a second. “But I warn you, if making you come doesn’t help—if the red doesn’t fade from your fingertips—then I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep you alive. Do you understand?”
Translation: he’ll fuck me if he has to—whether I want him to or not, Bobbi thought wildly.
An image shot across her mind, as bright as a comet—the big Kindred with his hands around her hips, lowering her slowly onto his cock while she moaned and tried to fight…tried not to want what he was giving her even though she needed it so desperately…
No! she told herself, pushing the image away fiercely. No, I’m not going to need that from him—I refuse to need it! All I need is to come—that’s it and that’s all.
“I understand,” she said gravely. Then, heart pounding, she pulled her dress off completely and climbed into his lap.
Let the games begin.
34
Gods, she was perfect—so fierce and tiny and gorgeous as she straddled him, completely naked in his lap. Dragon loved the fullness of her curves—the lushness of her body. She was full to overflowing and soft and warm everywhere—completely unlike the cold, scaly, reptilian Saurian females he had been with in the past. Bobbi was the most beautiful female he had ever seen—he felt almost bewitched by her.
Her thighs were open, clearly showing the soft, wet pussy he’d been cupping in his hand earlier. Dragon loved the little patch of red curls at the top of her mound, but even more, he loved the pouting outer lips and the brief, tantalizing feeling of her inner wetness pressing against his palm he’d felt when she was rubbing against him.
His cock throbbed in his trousers and that deep voice inside him urged him to take it out and fill the little feela with it.
If you don’t take her, we cannot bond with her, it growled in his head. We must make her ours to keep her safe!
Dragon tried to ignore this new part of himself—to push down the urges it brought out in him. He wanted to try things Bobbi’s way first—wanted to let her take the lead. That way, he hoped, she wouldn’t feel violated by what they were doing—wouldn’t hate him afterwards.