Page 9 of Up In Flames
“I'll try.”
Taroc gently pressed the object into me, working it in and out, in and out, until it slid a few inches. “How does that feel? Do you want more?”
“I want you.”
He paused.
I quickly tacked on, “Daddy.”
He shoved the dick deeper. Pumped it until my cock bobbed and dripped. I moaned and writhed on it, shivers going up my belly. I don't know why, but him fucking me with that thing was so fucking sexy. I couldn't stop watching him, wished I could see more. But oh, I could feel it. That greased leather. The perfect size. Working me open so I could take a bigger, real dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted. “Never mind what I said. Keep fucking me with your leather dick, Daddy!”
Taroc grunted and yanked the thing out of me. As I panted in shock and disappointment, he pulled another lever and the platform I was on went loose. Swiveled. He spun me to face the opposite direction. Then he adjusted something beneath my shoulders. My head lowered, and my mouth watered as I saw what I came in line with.
“Open your mouth,” Taroc said.
“Yes, Daddy.” I opened my mouth eagerly.
Taroc groaned as he slid that hard, long flesh into my mouth. I sucked him as he moved over my tongue and tightened my lips. I couldn't see him grip the bar over my head, all I could see was his balls and dark curls, but I felt his hands settle beside mine. And then Taroc started pumping into me.
Groaning around him, I strained at the leather shackling my wrists. I wanted to touch him—take his hips in my hands and pull him even deeper. And there was something so fucking hot about not being able to. He was in complete control, and I loved it.
Taroc fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then yanked out, leaving me gasping. He adjusted my head back into its original position, then spun me again. I was still panting anddazed when he locked me into place and set his shaft at my entrance. The tip pressed past my ring of muscles. I moaned and rolled my head. But he wouldn't go deeper.
“Who's your daddy?”
I blinked and looked up at him. “What?”
“Tell me who you belong to. Who's your daddy, Ember?”
“You are!” I grinned, getting into this weird daddy shit. “I belong to you, Taroc.”
He groaned and slid a few inches deeper. “And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned and wriggled. “Fuck me hard, please!”
Taroc slammed into my ass. One hand lowered to flick yet another mechanism, and the platform I was on slid toward him. He grabbed my thighs and bucked into me, pushing the platform in the opposite direction. Gaping at him, I slid back and forth onto his cock, my channel coming alive as our bond rose to make it even better.
Rolling his head back, Taroc growled. His body rolled as well, belly rippling and pectorals tensing with every buck of his hips. He pulled and pushed, bringing me slamming down on his dick only to send me shooting up again. I couldn't think straight. My gaze went from his wild face, black hair tossing around him, and over to the other equipment in the room. I couldn't wait to try the next one.
“Say it again!” Taroc demanded.
“You're my daddy!” I shouted, then cried out as my cock erupted.
“You're damn fucking right I am,” Taroc growled and sped up. “Here, I'm your only daddy. The only man who fucks you.”
A few seconds later, my daddy locked up against me and came with a roar. With his hands clenched around my thighs and his glowing stare locked on my face, Taroc filled my channel with hot seed. He shuddered, let out a sigh, then pulled out slowly.
“Here at least, you will obey me, Ember,” Taroc said.
With our bond so bright between us, I could sense Taroc's emotions and his dragon nature was doing a number on him. He had a sharp need to possess, to make his claim on me, even though he knew I was his. This was his way of establishing some dominance for his dragon, of showing himself that I was his alone in some way. In short, Taroc needed this. And if he needed it, I'd give it to him. After all, the Goddess herself approved of him. For me. She said I needed Taroc. And I did. I would always need him.
So, I said, “Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter Five
Hours later, after Taroc had shown me the uses of several other pieces of equipment, we lay in bed, eating the meal he'd gone out to fetch for us. We were in Myar, a Tytra city on the continent of Xae Gant. Taroc had taken me there for our first date. This wasn't quite so romantic, but I liked it far more than flying over the city, carried by a dragon.
