“You’re insatiable,” she murmured as he slid his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She was still aching from their previous bout, but the moment his strong hand found her sex, she felt herself beginning to respond.
“We are creatures of lust, pet, as are humans. It may be the one trait we share most strongly.” He rubbed her lower lips gently. “Is it too much for you? Are you becoming too tender?”
She turned to look at him, surprised. He had not made a concession to her feelings so far; to be asked if it was too much struck her as strange.
“Do you care?”
“I don’t want to break you, pet,” he said, grazing his teeth lightly over her shoulder and neck. “I know you think of me as a cruel captor, and perhaps sometimes I fit that description. But what you perceive as cruelty has never been a desire to harm you. As you become more tame, I will solicit your opinions more.”
“I will never be tame…” Aria let out a little growl, which only served to make Vyktor’s hand slap her pussy lightly, the sting igniting her lower lips that were already swollen and aching from their vigorous coupling.
“Then you will be sore,” he promised, turning her onto her stomach. Aria laid there, pinned by his powerful hand, unsure what he was going to do to her. He reached down and spread her legs. She let out a little whimper, already regretting her words.
She expected pain, but instead she felt him exhale between her legs, very lightly blowing on her pussy. There was a blush of heat that surprised and confused her, especially when he lifted his head and blew upon her bottom. She thought she heard him mutter some quiet words, and the blushing warmth on her cheeks grew somehow and became much more intense. She felt the soft wafting of air against her skin, and then a blaze sprang up.
“Ow!” She reached back to rub away the heat, but it did not seem to be physical and there was nothing she could do. “Ow, that hurts!”
“I have told you over and over, pet,” he chuckled darkly, pinning her hips in place as she writhed upon the bed. “I can command your body in ways you can barely imagine. I can bend your flesh to my will as I please… it falls upon you to obey me, and to act respectfully.”
He blew upon her bottom again, stoking the embers of the unseen fire that was consuming her cheeks. Aria squealed, unable to escape the stinging heat. Of all the tricks he had pulled, this one was perhaps the most humbling. There she was, writhing naked upon the bed before him, her bottom blazing to heaven as a result of a puff of air from his lungs.
“Are you coming to understand, pet?”
“Yes!” She answered him quickly, for the heat was spreading, consuming her bottom from the very top to the very bottom andcreeping down her thighs. She kicked and squirmed, unable to lie still as what felt like a hard paddling was transmitted to her bottom.
“Would you perhaps like to apologize?” he prompted her. She had not even considered an apology.
“I’m sorry!” She gasped the words. “Please, Vyktor…”
“Call me Master.”
“Oh, god, please, sorry, Master!”
The heat was still burning and prickling away, but as she said the words, it began to abate a little. Over the course of a minute or so, it receded into a comfortable warmth that felt almost nice.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tension fading from her muscles as the crescendo of sensation left her feeling quite drained. Whatever he had done to her with his breath, it had done more than sting and heat her skin. It had taken some of her resistance and transformed it into a dampness that was now lingering between her swollen lower lips.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
Aria thought about refusing, but the heat was too fresh in her mind. She let her legs part a little, and did not resist when he pushed them open more.
She felt his breath again, but this time it was not so hot. This time it was a tickling light heat that gently rose and fell along the length of her mound, teasing her pussy in the softest way possible.
“How do you do this?”
“It is one of our many talents, pet,” Vyktor said. “A dragon controls the elements within himself.”
“So you can do ice too?”
The breath continued, but the temperature changed. A cool gust swept over her lower lips in a tantalizing change from the previous heat.
“That’s… mmnnn… quite a party trick,” Aria moaned softly.
“What I most enjoy about you, pet, is your ability to bounce back from any chastisement. One moment you are begging for mercy, the next you are once more teasing me.” He lifted his hand and swatted her bottom the old-fashioned way. Aria yelped, noticing that the sting from a physical slap did not fade nearly as quickly as the one magically inflicted.
“Pull a rabbit out of a hat, next?”
She was pushing her luck. They both knew it. Some mad impulse still lived within her, wanted to see just how far she could push this man who had made himself her master. She would probably never understand just how different he really was, but every time she tested him, some new ability seemed to emerge.
