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We hadn’t even started yet—that broke some dam of sadism I’d held in reserve for just such a moment. My beast broke through the surface of my skin. Curved claws dug into my palms as the shift came on abruptly.
I pushed my claws back so that only the tips remained exposed and grazed them gently across her stomach, hard enough to mark but not enough to draw blood or break her creamy skin. Red streaks bloomed over the sweet curve of her stomach, and I trailed my fingers over them for the pure, indulgent pleasure of earning a tortured whimper from those perfect lips.
All while she strained to balance as I played my games.
I flicked my claws over the tops of her thighs, the backs of her legs. A dragon’s tail coiled around her ankle, giving a tug just to unbalance her.
She shuddered, crying out, but still, she didn’t move more than she had to.
I was happy to give my little civet cat points for that.
“Tell me something about you. Not what was on the paper, or when we talked. Something only you know.” I trailed my claws down the crack of her ass, extending them to pull the curved back away from sharp points through her soaked folds.
“I like…” She mumbled something.
Something I missed.
I left my knuckles dragging between her pussy lips and leaned into her. “What was that?” I licked a drop of sweat that trickled along her cheek, or maybe it was a tear. I knew she had a humiliation kink hidden away in there, but I doubted she’d fess up to that on my first try.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure she knew.
“I like pain,” she whispered softly.
My cock pulsed in my pants, threatening to erupt on the spot. I forced my desire deep, pushing myself back from taking her already.
We have so many things to discover together, Bower Bird.
“You do, do you?” Carefully, with steady hands born by a thousand surgeries, I turned one palm up to run the very tips of my claws along her pussy lips.
She gave me the purest sort of strangled scream a sadist could ever crave.
My cock pulsed again, my determination to tease her for the rest of the night depleted. My desire refused to be held at bay any longer, and her feral fucking little scream did me in. Snarling at my own lack of control, I shredded the front of my pants with my own claws, uncaring if I sliced myself open in the process, and rammed myself home into her tight, gushing pussy.
She came around me instantly, all that teasing driven to a point with my violence. I fucked her relentlessly, digging my fingers into her hips as she crashed around me. I withdrew my claws enough to only hurt her, not scar her body, and hammered my way to my own orgasm. The room filled with her screams, my grunts, and the deliciously filthy sound of flesh slapping on flesh as I claimed her again and again.
Cuddles had never done a damn thing for me, but when I unlocked her ankles and wrists, she draped over me, purring softly against my chest and covering me in her sweat. Those purrs sounded a whole lot like her moans, and before I thought it through, I swung her into my arms and nestled her on top of me on the chaise.
Her heart beat in time with mine, reminding me that I had one.
My dragon rumbled inside me, craving touch, flesh, and cries of his own.
One day. Maybe.
I hissed at the thought and pushed him back, wrapping my arms about her for security, unwilling to pick her off the floor if she slipped off my body when we were both covered in sweat. At least, that’s the lie I told myself. Leaning back onto the pillow pile, I flicked a blanket up to cover her bare, trembling form and closed my eyes.
She shivered against me for a long moment, then settled, nestling into my chest. Her lips pressed to my skin as she whisperedthank you, thank you, thank you,over and over again. A broad smile cracked my severe facade.I made her feel like that.Who knew the process of finding the perfect submissive and falling for her in a night would be so fucking rewarding?
I didn’t even care that she omitted theSir.
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Nearly an hour later, she made her way into the bar. I made sure she showered post her shattering experience and gave her the time to settle. How deeply the playtime affected us was evident in the way she walked, in the way she clutched her purse to her chest for comfort. Gone was the self-conscious, curvy girl who had walked into the bar earlier in the night.
I held out one arm as she approached, barely restraining the urge to leap from the barstool and haul her into my arms. The grand gesture would embarrass her, which I found endearing, and was too out of character.ThatI found annoying.
When she sidled up to me and pressed her bare arm along mine, I took the chance to kiss the top of her head. My hands flexed in my lap, but I didn’t embrace her, though I wanted to so fucking much it hurt. Instead, I passed her the lime-tinted water—room temperature, not iced for hydration—and made sure she swallowed every last gulp.
Kiera pressed the glass to the bar with a quietthanksand clasped her trembling hands together.
