“The more you resist, the longer this will go on,” he warned.
Warring emotions did battle in me. My rational mind rebelled.You’re the queen. He has no right to treat you this way.But the primitive part of my brain awakened, sent the ancient message to my body that insured our species would survive.Strong male, stronger than you. Provider. Protector. Mate.
I suddenly became aware of his naked cock rubbing against my clit with every whack. I rocked against it, and the fiery sting on my bottom met a blast of heat deep in my core.
My cry dissolved into a low moan, and I ground myself against him.
He laughed wickedly. “My queen enjoys a good spanking.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was wrong, but before I could get the words out, he yanked my pants off the rest of the way. Spreading my rear cheeks apart with one hand, he teased the tight pucker of my bottom hole with the other.
“Does my queen enjoy having her ass played with?”
Wrong again, I thought, but again my body overrode my mind. Embarrassment fought with arousal. He eased the tip of his finger in, and arousal won.
Sweet Goddess! I’d heard about fucking from Sally Anne, my maid and only real female friend. She’d hinted of other, naughtier acts, but I’d never dreamed my bottom hole could be a source for such wild sensations. My dragon lord held me pinned over his strong thighs and took his time. First probing then penetrating my rear channel, sliding his thick finger in and out, going a little deeper each time. It hurt at first, but once he got past the tight opening, pain disappeared, replaced by a dark hunger.
I became a brazen slut. Spread my legs farther apart and rocked back and forth on his lap. Rubbing my throbbing clit against his groin then pushing back, desperate for more of this wicked pleasure.
When he slid his other hand under me and stroked my clit, I screamed.
He stopped. “Shall I go on, my lady?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Master,” he prompted.
“Yes, please, Master,” I babbled.
He slid his finger out. “Tell me what you want. Ask me to do it.”
“Please, Master,” I moaned. “Please rub my clit again and…and put your finger back there.”
He started stoking my swollen nub but teased me by running his other hand back and forth between my legs. “Put my finger where?”
I was frantic. Beyond embarrassment, beyond shame.
“Please, Master. Please put your finger in my ass.”
When he slid it in, I realized what he’d been doing. He’d coated his finger with slick juices from my dripping pussy. There was no more pain when he breached the tight opening. Only mindless intoxication that built higher and higher as he stroked and fingered me.
I shattered. The orgasm rocked me to the core, leaving me limp and shuddering. Drayke slid me off his lap and onto my knees between his legs.
His cock was purple-red, the head tight and swollen. I took him in my mouth eagerly, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he’d brought me. He grabbed the back of my head, pumping in and out.
“Suck it,’ he growled. “Suck it good.”
The words were torn from deep in his chest. I felt a surge of power and took him deeper as his body began quivering. His fists tightened in my hair, holding my head in place. He gave a savage roar, and his hot cum spurted down my throat.
* * *
Three days and nights I spent in the dragon’s lair, that fortress carved out of the heart of Mt. Jarazal. Three days learning to harness the power within me. Three nights discovering the heat of passion.
My dragon lord was a patient teacher, but a demanding one. He pushed my boundaries of modesty and shame to the limit and beyond. I reveled in his mastery. Each time I breathlessly swore there could be nothing more, nothing better. Then he’d take me higher.