Free DragonMaster by Jory Strong Page B

continued to hold away from him.
    She shook. Torn between what her heart and
body and soul cried, that this was the master for her, and what her mind
ordered, the use of the safe word.
    If there were other supernaturals involved,
orchestrating the theft by manipulating Miles, then Jubal might be Kei’s only
hope. But if she was wrong in giving Jubal her trust…
    I can’t imagine a dragon hanging out at
a BDSM club , Kei had said. But for treasure…
    Could she trust Jubal not only with her
body and heart, but with Kei’s fate?
    A whimper escaped at imagining Jubal using
a ball-gag and leaving instructions for one of the staff members to free her
later, after he’d gotten the star ball and taken it away.
    His warmth left her. The lashes struck her
back.
    Decide.
    Decide.
    Decide.
    Trust rising, building, the agony of choice
finally answered.
    “My friend is kitsune,” she whispered.
    It was enough to bring Jubal back to her.
His lips touched her neck, brushed against the mark he’d placed there.
    “You need say no more, beloved. I can guess
what was stolen from him.”
    With a slide of silk, his shirt parted.
    Her breath caught on a shiver of ecstasy at
the press of his bare chest to her back.
    “If you know of the kitsune, do you know
what I am? What Nisien is?”
    “Yes.”
    He stroked the sides of her breasts. Let
the flogger fall away so he could capture her nipples and send streaks of fire
downward with his tugs and twists and squeezes.
    “You please me, more so than I once
imagined it possible for a mate to do. I came here for you, so impatient to
claim what was mine that I couldn’t wait for the introduction your sister promised
me.”
    “Lyra knows?”
    His rumbled laugh rippled through her. “By
now she’s already been made a dragon’s mate, as you would have been had I
intercepted you earlier.”
    The words chased some of the warmth from
her. “I need—”
    “To trust your master to take care of your
needs, and your mate to do what is right.”
    He reinforced it with a painful nip that
had her channel spasming, then nuzzled her neck as his hand left a breast to
stroke downward to her mound.
    “Our mating will be a private affair,” he
said, pressing the balls of her jewelry against her engorged clit, making her
buck before thrusting two fingers into her slit.
    She clamped on him, her need for his cock
only heightened by the substitute he offered, her hips jerking spasmodically in
an effort to drive them deeper.
    “Mine,” he said before taking away his heat
and touch.
    He removed the blindfold and freed her from
the restraints. Turned her to face him, using a hand tangled in her hair to
force her gaze to his.
    “Go dress, beloved. And do not ease yourself
by touching what belongs to me or we will be delayed by further discipline when
we are finally alone. Your release is mine to grant or withhold.”
    He fished the locker key from his pocket
and handed it to her. “Wait for me in the dressing room. My cousin and I will
attend to this matter. We will secure the kitsune’s hoshi no tama .”
    A protest blossomed in her chest but
withered with the narrowing of his eyes and tightening of lips.
    “Yes, Master,” she said, though obeying him
was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. If she was wrong to trust him…
    I’m not.
    Though it didn’t slow the rush of her
heart.
    Jubal spared only a glance to find and
signal Nisien to him before his attention snapped back to Summer.
Possessiveness deepened with each step she took, every instinct arguing against
allowing her out of his sight.
    As she neared the doorway, he wasn’t
convinced he could tolerate it, even for the few minutes it would take to
secure the hoshi no tama . A mate was the greatest of treasures and he
had no intention of losing his even before he’d thoroughly claimed her.
    He’d moved as she had, keeping the distance
constant and unaware of it until Nisien reached him, stopped him by saying,
“We’re leaving?”
    His