“So much, pet,” he smiled, reaching out to tenderly caress her face. “I need you properly trained.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you submit well enough when I take you, pet, but I want more than that. I want you to submit of your own will.”
“I don’t think so,” Aria said, turning her head to nip lightly at his fingers.
“It is of little use to our enterprise if humans are only compliant when one is deep inside them. That is pleasant for the master, but hardly practical.” He responded to the bite by pushing his fingers toward her mouth, sinking them between her lips. Aria pulled back rather than end up suckling on his digits.
“So this training you have in mind isn’t sexual?”
“Oh, it is sexual,” he smiled. “But the focus is on obedience, with the reward being your pleasure.”
“So you’ve been rewarding me all this time,” she said. “I didn’t know.”
“You knew, pet,” he said with a dark smirk. “Even when you were chained and taken before my men, you knew that it was your pleasure which was paramount, whether you obeyed or not.”
“It doesn’t feel good to be spanked,” Aria pouted.
“Is it common for humans to lie about what they like and dislike? It is a most confounding trait,” Vyktor observed.
“It’s not uncommon,” Aria admitted. “But that still doesn’t mean that I liked it… what you did to me.”
“Very well,” Vyktor nodded. “What you do next, you will only do of your own accord. There will be no question of it in your mind or mine.”
“I’m not going to be trained, Vyktor,” she said. “That’s not going to happen without your whips and chains.”
“I know you adore them, pet,” he said. “But you will enjoy this as much. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
“No,” Aria said, figuring staunch resistance was the best way to drive this mad idea of his about her becoming a compliant little pet out of his head.
Vyktor let out a little snort. He did not seem surprised by her reaction, nor was he worried about it.
“Remember, pet,” he said. “I still control the limits of your world. The bed you sleep in, the baths you take…”
“If you have to threaten me into behaving, it’s not behaving.”
“Ah, so in your world, when you follow the laws set by your leaders, you’re doing it because you genuinely believe in every one of their edicts?”
“No, but they’re not the ones telling me I am a good trained little citizen pet.”
“Of course not. They wouldn’t be that honest. More traits of the human tendency to obfuscate the obvious, using words to mask the realities in which you live. Very, very strange. You must waste a great deal of time simply arguing without anything changing.”
“We do,” she said. “We have international panels dedicated to it.”
Vyktor reached out, grasped her by the leg, and tossed her over onto her back. The covers that had protected her from his ire flew off, leaving her naked body exposed as he kneeled up, his large frame looming over her.
Aria looked up at him with a half-smile, sensing that he was running out of patience with her arguments. Good. That would show him that he was not truly in charge of her.
“Let me see how you argue now, pet…” he said, sliding down her body until she saw his large shoulders and powerful head between her knees. She’d drawn them up out of some kind of protective impulse, but they spread easily around his body as he lowered his head, and his tongue snaked out of his mouth to find the soft seam of her lower lips.
“Oh!” Aria let out a gasp. His tongue was hot against her pussy, much hotter than any ordinary man’s would have been. It was longer too, and more muscular. He had more control over it, a lesson she learned when she felt it move across her pussy in a slow, sensual ripple that made her moan.
Vyktor ran his tongue up and down her slit this way several times, teasing her lips into flowering for him, the sensitive inner folds engorging to meet the hot, wet tip of his dragon tongue.Aria’s fingers clenched in the bedsheets as her legs spread wide, inviting more of this heavenly sensation.
Aria had never really liked receiving oral sex. Her general impression was of getting stubble rubbed all over her nethers while an enthusiastic partner lapped like some kind of mad dog. What Vyktor was doing was entirely different. He seemed to have mapped every little erogenous zone of her pussy as well as her body and now he was using his knowledge to full advantage, circling the bud of her clit, then sliding down the center of her slit to finally push inside her welling pussy, the thick muscle of his tongue spearing inside her with a wet heat that made her head fall back and a cry of pure ecstasy float to the rocky ceiling.
“Oh, god!”
