Free Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0) by Ophelia Bell

reached behind and slowly extracted the dildo from his ass, setting it aside without a glance. Delicately, he tugged at the leather thong that kept the band tightened around his cock. It loosened and he slipped it off, tossing it aside too. His cock remained gloriously hard and ready.
    “I don’t violate my pets. I only do what I know will please them most. Were you displeased by anything I did?”
    He pushed her legs wider and sat back on his heels, letting his large hands slide up her thighs. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and more curious than deliberate.
    “You are my ‘Iilahatan . You could never displease me. I need to understand what it is you expect of me, however. You bring me to your room, have me bound for your pleasure, and yet you take my pain away when that is what would let me last. I thought you wanted to torture me.” He slipped his fingertips along the wetness coating the tops of her thighs and teased through her folds, sticky and flooded with his spend.
    A more thoughtful expression crossed his face as he regarded her, pushing his fingers into her slick channel. Belah sighed at the tingling pressure and tilted her hips up into his hand. His thumb rested lightly on her clit, stroking slowly.
    “You lie there as docile as a lamb now, letting me touch you. I’ve watched you for the past week and learned what I could from your other advisers. They warned me of my irreverent behavior toward you. They said never to touch you unless you invite a touch, and never talk to you unless asked to speak, never to even look at you unless addressed directly. I have broken all the rules from the start, yet it is I who made it to your bed. Why is that?”
    A rush of delicious sensation flooded up Belah’s body from his touch and she arched her back. She ached to have him fill her again, but he seemed intent on simply teasing her.
    “Why?” he repeated. When she didn’t answer, he said, “You are burdened by so much, aren’t you? It all rests on your shoulders, the onus of being what you are. You wish to have the illusion of letting someone else bear it for you, even if it’s all a fantasy. I bear the wounds of battle for your cause. So you believe I can bear the burden of releasing you from yours in the darkness.”
    Belah closed her eyes, panting from the pleasure he was giving her with just one hand and the sound of his voice. Before she realized it, he’d removed his fingers from her and flipped her onto her belly. Bruising fingertips dug into her hips, yanking them off the bed. His cock slammed into her, finding its mark like the arrow of an expert marksman.
    He pumped into her hard, one thick forearm snaking around her chest and squeezing one breast. His hot breath gusted into her ear.
    “This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to be the beast that gets tamed, to be collared and whipped into submission. To have all control ripped from your hands so you can let go of your burdens.”
    As his voice rumbled rough in her ear, his cock steadily rammed into her. He had one hand braced on the bed beside her, and slid the other up from her breast to grip her around the throat. He squeezed just hard enough to emphasize how much control he believed he had over her. Belah reveled in it, pushing back against his hips with each punishing thrust.
    “Yes,” she whispered, smiling to herself. He understood.
    He pulled back on her neck, forcing her head to twist around. Their cheeks brushed against each other’s, the rough goatee on his chin abrasive to one of the few spots on her body she’d left with human skin. She felt his breath at the corner of her mouth and twisted enough to meet his kiss, letting him devour her.
    Again his aura swelled along with his pleasure, but a wickedness tinged it that hadn’t before. Just when she thought he would give her another delicious dose of his energy, he pulled out of her.
    “Show me the truth,” he said. “I need to see the beast if I am expected to tame her.”
    Belah