Page 21 of The Dragon's Pet
“You’re always under control when you are in my presence,” Vyktor said in deep, gravelly tones. “Whether you know it or not.”
Aria had the unsettling feeling that was probably true. She felt some freedom in the bath, but she was enclosed not only in thebath, but she was still collared, still naked, still entirely at his mercy.
“Come, pet.” He crooked his finger. “Let me wash you.”
Aria considered his offer for a moment, then accepted. Kicking off the side of the tub, she glided back to Vyktor, allowing him to catch her in his hands. The intimacy between them was already intense. She didn’t know why. He had been holding her prisoner for not quite a day, not nearly long enough for Stockholm syndrome to have set in. And yet, when he held her gently as he was doing now, and she looked into his handsome face and those strange not quite human eyes, she felt a bond.
Maybe it wasn’t based on her captivity. Maybe it was the same bond or yearning that had drawn her to the portal storm. Aria didn’t know, and it was too difficult to think about as Vyktor took a soft cloth and rubbed foaming body wash into it.
She sighed softly as he turned her around so she was facing away from him and began to rub the soap over her back and shoulders in a slow, sensual massaging motion that made muscles she had not known were tense begin to relax. His large hands could be surprisingly gentle, and Aria found herself starting to sink into a deeper state of relaxation as he roamed her back with the cloth, clearing away the grime of the previous day’s efforts.
“That feels really good,” she moaned softly.
“Good,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling behind her ear. He pulled her back to rest her bottom on his thigh and continued washing her body, coaxing the cloth around her form. She let out a little moan as he massaged it around and under her breasts, making her nipples stand to attention.
“You are so responsive, pet,” he said. “I confess, I knew humans were tamable. I had no idea how easily they could be tamed.”
“I’m not tamed,” she said, turning in a swirl of water and pushing away a foot or two. “I’m just not stupid.”
He looked at her steadily with his wise face and knowing eyes. “Oh?”
She shut her mouth. If she told him she was only going along with him to make him think she was falling under his spell, then that would introduce an element of mistrust, which totally undermined her entire plan.
Vyktor shook his head and crooked his finger at her. “Come here, pet,” he murmured. “Your pride will not allow you to admit how you feel, but I see it in your eyes. Hatred no longer blazes there as it once did. You should not feel shame for that. It is natural for a weaker entity to depend upon a stronger…”
“Fuck off,” Aria swore. “You are not stronger than me.”
Vyktor threw his head back and laughed with genuine amusement, his deep bellows echoing around the walls.
“What kind of delusion do you have, pet?” He looked at her in the way one might look at a dog with its head stuck in a cat door. “Of course I am stronger than you.”
“Maybe physically,” she said. “And maybe you can speak languages better… but…”
“There is no but,” he replied, cutting her off. “You were made to be my pet. You’re perfect for it. A softly formed body, enough spirit to be a challenge, with a yearning for the sky which made you step into a dangerous craft and imagine you have the wingsyou humans seem to have an instinctive desire for, but have somehow lost.”
When he spoke that way, she was almost tempted to agree with him. Maybe it was his charisma, his deep rumbling voice that vibrated his truth into her. Or maybe he was just… right. He was so much more powerful, more ancient…
“You’re jealous,” she said as a burst of inspiration struck her. “Your people don’t know how to make electricity, or machines like cars and planes. It wasn’t your people who worked out how to make a portal. That was us. So maybe you should put the brakes on assuming you’re better than us. As far as I can tell, you’re a relic.”
He reached for her, took her by the wrist and drew her to him, creating a small wave of water that splashed over his scaled shoulders. She reached out to steady herself, laying her hands on those very scales, surprised again at how they felt beneath her hands, warm and unyielding, but not uncomfortably hard to the touch.
“A relic who can fuck you senseless,” he growled against her lips before kissing her deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth.
His kiss made her head spin, her senses completely hijacked by the intensity of his desire. He was a relic, there was no doubt about that, but he was the kind that only grew stronger with age, not the kind that crumbled over time.
She sank against his body, becoming softer for his hardness as he wrapped his hand in her hair and held her there, right where he wanted her, dominating her with every breath he took. Aria’s body responded with fierce, fast instinct.
Her wetness mingled with the water of the bath as the head of his cock probed for and then found her pussy. He ran his hands down her body, gripped her hips, and thrust hard up inside her, filling her with a rough, complete stroke.
Aria squealed into his mouth, her cries cut off by his lips as he held her in place and fucked her with hard strokes, punishing her for her insolence by stretching her pussy around his thick cock. She cried out, not knowing if she herself was making cries of pleasure or pain. All she truly knew is that she wanted more, more of this searing hot rod that made her pussy melt. More of this man, this dragon who cared nothing for human rules of engagement and fucked her as he pleased. For pleasure. For discipline. For whatever he wanted.
The water rippled around her nubile form as he lifted her up and thrust her down, fucking her without the need for her to so much as move a muscle. She was like a toy in his arms, so easily lifted and then pulled down, impaled on the hard rod. Her body was beaded with water as she rose and fell like a nymph in the arms of a god.
There were no words now, not even in her head. There were only images evoked from deep in what felt like a collective unconscious. When she was with him, she was connected to something in them both. She looked into his eyes, saw something there that simultaneously frightened her and gave her a sense of exhilaration like no other. She was riding this dragon, her quivering inner walls thrilling to his cock as she was plundered rough stroke after rough stroke.
He may have set out to teach her a lesson, but her pussy was taking him with an eagerness that made any notion of discipline fly out the window. She was slick with juices that coated his thrusting rod, made the passage of his thick flesh into herbody an easy matter. The first time he’d pushed inside her, she’d thought she might split in two. Now she was learning to accommodate him, to relax some muscles and clench others. The erect bud of her clit was grinding against the harder scales at the base of his cock. They were a perfect match for her body, a little roughness to their texture stimulating her in a way no human man ever could.
He must have caught the shift in her body, the way her hips rolled proudly against his thighs, the way she threw her head back and basked in the sensations his pounding was producing all the way from her toes to the tingling of her scalp.
