“Fuck you,” she growled.
“Later,” he smirked, taking a couple of steps back to sit on the bed. His cock was already thickening, growing before her eyesinto an impossibly large rod that was pointing imposingly in her direction. “Right now, I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Suck your own dick,” Aria told him. “I’ll stay hungry.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said in smooth purring tones. “Did I phrase it as a request?” His voice dropped into a commanding growl. “Come over here, pet, and pleasure me.”
“I hate you,” Aria growled right back at him. “And I’m not going to touch your filthy lizard cock with my mouth.”
“Feisty this morning, aren’t we,” he replied with a dark smirk. “Well, pet. Let me present you with another option. You may take me in your mouth and pleasure me. Or you may go over my knees, be thrashed until you are begging for mercy and release… and then take me in your mouth.”
“Asshole,” she snarled.
“Oh, you want me to take you there? Well,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I think it would be a tight fit, but…”
“No! Goddammit!” He was toying with her. He knew, and she knew, that she didn’t really have any choice. If she did not do as he said, he could do increasingly perverse things to her until sucking his cock seemed like the most pleasant option.
“Come here, pet,” he said, crooking his finger at her. “Before I lose my patience with this little game.”
Cursing inwardly and out loud, Aria stood up and approached him. He was so damn tall that even with him sitting on the bed, she still didn’t have much height on him.
His cock was almost fully erect now, a great beast of a thing between his thighs. She had a reaction to it, one aside from theanger and rebellion. A reaction that made her mouth water in spite of the fact she was still very much intending to refuse to take him in her mouth.
Vyktor reached out and ran his hands over the curve of her hips, his skin hot against hers. “Very good, pet,” he said, praising her for following the command.
“It’s not like I had a choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” he murmured, his hands roaming slowly up and down her body. He grazed against the outer curves of her breast, teasing her into one of those almost hypnotic states of arousal he seemed to be able to produce in her with relatively little effort.
“Kneel before me, pet.”
She stayed standing, the need to rebel greater than the weakness of arousal. Vyktor’s fingers found her nipples and pinched lightly, sending little bolts of naughty excitement converging on her clit.
“There are consequences for disobedience,” he warned her gently.
I hope so.The thought popped into Aria’s mind unbidden, the little spark of mischief she had never been able to entirely tame. She made no verbal reply aside from a small moan that she couldn’t help as Vyktor’s fingertips tightened on her nipples.
“Kneel, pet,” he repeated more firmly, gravel in his voice. Perhaps it should have intimidated her into behaving. Instead, it made a smile appear on her lips, that same smile of reckless abandon that so many of her commanders had seen before and tried their very best to wipe off.
Vyktor answered that smile with one of his own. The fingers of his right hand left her breast and snaked around her neck. He took hold of the nape of her neck and squeezed just hard enough to make her knees begin to buckle. It didn’t hurt, but it did quite literally bend her to his will until she found herself kneeling on the rug beside his bed, the great thick length of his cock standing erect before her face. From this angle it seemed as big as her head, an intimidating thick pillar of flesh with those dragon scales plating its base.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Aria looked up into his handsome face with a smirk on her lips. He could force her to her knees, he could make her body respond to him with his adept pinching, but he could not make her suck his cock. That was an act of will. She knew well enough when she was being given an unenforceable order, and this was definitely one of them.
“Make me,” she sneered.
His dark brows rose at her. “Make you? Are you sure, pet?”
“Definitely. You can’t… oooommnnggg!”
Vyktor took a fistful of her hair and drew her head toward his crotch. Aria growled as the thick flared head of his cock brushed against her lips.
“Open your mouth, pet,” he repeated.
When she did not immediately obey him, he slid his other hand around under her jaw and pressed his fingers near the joints, applying steady pressure until she yielded to it and parted her lips. She squirmed furiously, her bottom and hips wriggling backand forth as he slowly slid the head of his cock between her lips and into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
Technically, he had not made her suck his cock, but the technicality was a meaningless one. His thick rod was in her mouth, sliding over her tongue and pressing all the way to the back of her throat.
