Drake could see the fear and confusion in her eyes, a look she’d worn since she’d heard the truth, both Dretnor’s and his own. His dragon paced and railed inside his body, torn between lamenting his mate’s distress and a desire to tear apart the demon who’d thought to separate them.
When she’d fled after the fiasco, he’d searched her out backstage, but she’d already escaped. He’d flashed to her apartment and found it empty. Desperate to find her and explain himself, he’d gone to her father’s home in Hell next. Lo and behold, he’d found her, spitting mad.
Throwing her over his shoulder to take her back to his place seemed like a good idea at the time, but even with his excess strength, her wiggling body, not to mention well aimed jabs at his kidneys, made him think he would have been better off tranquilizing her first.
Her violent assault was also punctuated by vile insults, some so original he made note of them for future use. A delicate shrinking violet she was not. Fuck, did he love her toughness.
With the use of a portal, he finally made it inside his place, a retrofitted cave in the bowels of a mountain situated within the Rockies. He liked his privacy. Setting her down, he moved back quickly as she whirled with flying fists.
“Rotten, scum sucking bastard. I’m going to tear your intestines out and tie you up with them. I’m going to—.”
“Tie you up and gag you if you don’t simmer down and listen,” he stated calmly. His cock on the other hand swelled; apparently it hoped she’d keep up her histrionics.
Her eyes narrowed at him dangerously, but he caught the scent of her arousal not to mention couldn’t miss seeing the way her nipples hardened into pebbles and protruded through her shirt.
Thank Satan, she liked a bit of kink. He was more than happy to oblige. Taking the brunt of her punches and kicks with not even a grunt escaping him, he wrapped his arms around her tight and carried her screaming invectives into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and dove on top of her, covering her squirming body with his own. She bucked under him deliciously, and he grinned at her even as he bound her hands to the fur lined manacles that hung from the top corners of his bed.
She finally shut up and her eyes widened. Her sweet little tongue licked her lusciously full lips and he held back a groan as he gripped her ankles to spread them. He manacled them as well and stood back to look at her, spread eagle on his bed. Only one thing ruined the view. Pulling out a dagger, he straddled her suddenly still body.
She said not a word, but her eyes grew wide as saucers. Once again though, she showed her mettle, not even flinching when he sliced through her clothing and pulled it away, leaving her naked.
“I hate you,” she said finally when he stood back to admire her nude body.
“Your body says otherwise.”
“Just because we’re about to have awesome sex, doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” she stated.
He grinned and arched a brow. “Don’t worry. I intend to make it better than awesome and I’m not releasing you ‘til you say the words I want to hear.”
“How’s fuck you?” she said with a nasty smile.
“Now baby, is that any way to talk to your mate?” He shook his finger at her. “It’s that kind of language which is going to earn you a spanking.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
He just smiled and pulled a paddle out from the chest at the foot of his bed.
Again, her eyes widened, and then she turned into a hellcat. She thrashed and pulled at the restraints, and while her words screamed scorn and disgust, her pussy glistened and the smell of her lust permeated the air.
Time to make her scream … in pleasure.
Tied to his bed, exposed to his view, my day was looking up. I was still pissed at him though, and I realized most of my anger didn’t come from his deception, but his declaration he loved me. Even worse, I could feel my own emotions leaning towards him, the words sitting on the tip of my tongue begging for release. And no matter what my father said, I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of commitment. I’d rather take a dive off a really high cliff.
However, he had no qualms and as he crawled onto the bed between my legs, every inch of him vibrating with sensual energy, the black paddle gripped between his teeth.
Warmth suffused me without volition. He ended up straddling my waist and stroking the flat edge of the paddle over the tip of my erect nipples.
“It’s a shame I already bound you on your back, else I would have enjoyed putting you over my lap and smacking that naughty bottom of yours.” I shuddered.
“Have you ever been spanked, Sally?”
I shook my head, unable to reply as he continued to drag the cold paddle across my breasts.
“I think you’d like me to punish you, Sally. I know I’d enjoy it. You, squirming on my lap, naked and begging. Maybe I wouldn’t even use a paddle. I think I’d enjoy the skin to skin feel of my hand on your tender skin.” He slapped her tit, not hard but enough to surprise a gasp from her. Even more liquid heat shot to her groin and she had to bite back the urge to ask him to act out his words, the sensual imagery so arousing.
“You know what else I think you’d like?” He asked sliding back so he straddled my thighs. “I have a flogger comprised of dozens of thin latex strands. Maybe I should take it out and whip your pussy instead as punishment for trying to deny me.” He brushed his knuckles over my mound and my hips arched.
“Please,” I finally begged, my whole body screaming for him to stop playing and touch me. I needed him to relieve some of the pleasurable pressure building inside me.
“So many things I want to do to you, Sally, but for now, I think I shall content myself with this.” His thumb found my clit and rubbed while at the same time he leaned forward and caught my nipple between his lips. Instant bliss made me cry out and quiver.
I couldn’t deny I loved it when he touched me, every caress stoking my desire, higher and higher. He toyed with me, his mouth alternately sucking and biting my nubs as his hand worked my cleft, one moment tweaking my clit, the other sliding between my plump lips and finger fucking me.
I felt my pleasure building, a coiling tension in my body which needed just a little push to send me over the edge into pure bliss.
He stopped. Confused, I opened my bleary eyes. “Please,” I moaned.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me,” I replied trying to arch my hips, but his hands on my thighs held me pinned.
“No baby, tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“No,” I thrashed my head.
The moment I gave him the wrong answer, he attacked my body again with his tongue and mouth. Oh fuck, did it feel good. This time he put his mouth on my sex, sucking at the cream my arousal produced, his tongue probing my inner channel. When he shoved three fingers into my pussy while sucking on my clit, I almost came, the rapture so intense.
He pulled back again. “I love you, baby. Say the words. Just I love you, and I’ll fuck you like you need.”
I thrashed my head no even as my whole body screamed yes. He chuckled, a low sound which made my tummy curl. “Such a glutton for punishment. I think I will use my flogger after all.”
I opened my eyes in shock and watched as he leaned over the side of the bed and reappeared holding a small flogger.
“Don’t you dare,” I gasped, my nipples tightening so hard it almost hurt.
“Say the words,” he replied with a naughty glint in his eyes.
I tightened my lips.
He twirled his wrist and the flog struck me, right between the thighs against my mound. My flesh, already over sensitized, screamed in delight, as did I. Over and over he slapped my flesh with his torturous toy. The silken latex strands feathering and stinging lightly against my cleft, ramping up my desire higher and higher.