Free DragonGames by Jory Strong Page B

it would be like to be taken
by a dragon in his first form—by this dragon.”
    “Whew,” she said, giving in to the urge
she’d been fighting all evening and fanning herself. “Time for a change of
topic.”
    Though she did imagine it, and was
flustered at how easy it was. At how thoroughly aroused it made her. Sweet
Jesus, and she’d thought men and women wearing bits and being ridden by their
masters was kinky when Summer once told her about attending a party where that
kind of play went on.
    “Your deal,” Tielo said, eyes dark with the
knowledge he’d turned her on, nostrils quivering as though he could smell the
gush of arousal leaving her channel with each hungry ripple of her sheath.
    Her hands shook. Her mind was so fogged
that calculating odds was impossible. Reading him in order to take a stab at
what hole cards he held was beyond her, not when the hole she cared about was
between her thighs, aching to be filled by a dragon’s cock.
    She won by luck, not skill. He stood, hands
going to the front of his pants, lingering there and making her squirm in her
seat as more arousal poured from her slit.
    “Do it,” she ordered, wondering how she’d
come to be playing strip poker.
    He laughed, kicking off his shoes instead,
and she thought even his feet were gorgeous. She was acutely aware of the
bedroom behind her, and very afraid she’d be the one to break down and suggest
they enter it.
    Tielo sat, pulling the cards to him. The
muscles beneath the dragon tattoo and pierced nipple rippled and shifted as he
shuffled, held her attention so the stacks of gold coins no longer had the
power to rivet or awe.
    It was a testament to how compelling he was
that she didn’t fold at seeing the two and eight he’d dealt her. She played,
meeting his raises. Only confronting the truth when he revealed the pair of
tens she’d suspected him of having—part of her wanted to lose.
    “Take the dress off, Lyra.”
    Her belly quivered, heat pooling there at
the dark menace in his voice, the fierce command in his eyes. This much she’d
always known she had in common with her sister, though she’d never played games
of dominance and submission.
    Lyra stood. She toyed with the buttons of
her dress, mimicking what he’d done at the front of his pants, teasing him with
the possibility she might kick off her heels instead.
    “Disobey me and punishment will accrue.”
    The depth of her longing for it shocked her
as much as the image of lying naked across his thighs, receiving an open-handed
spanking. Slowly she freed the buttons of her dress, unable to stop the subtle
arch of her chest to call attention to breasts capped with hard, hard nipples.
    He made a low, rumbly purr of satisfaction.
It was easy to imagine him as the silver-and-gold dragon, eyes shining like
polished onyx as they fixed on prey. Human prey.
    “I’m not a virgin,” she said. “I thought
that’s what did it for dragons.”
    “Virgins survived in greater numbers in the
old days. But as far as you’re concerned, I’ll wipe all other men from your
memory. Being with me is all you will know once we’ve coupled.”
    It was dark, hot promise rather than
outrageous boast. “Virginity restored?” she managed, delaying the moment when
she’d stand before him in scraps of material and heels that had always enhanced
her feeling of attractiveness.
    “Virginity restored and taken .”
    By me , and
though he didn’t say the last, it hovered between them with absolute certainty.
    She pushed the dress off her shoulders,
letting gravity carry it downward to pool at her feet.
    His hunger scorched her. His hand dropped
to his lap as if to keep from coming at what she’d revealed.
    It was nearly enough to have her whisper take
me . She’d never had a man look at her the way he did or make her crave even
the smallest caress, the briefest touch of skin to skin.
    By the Great Shared Ancestor, she was about
to unman him!
    The moment Lyra sat, he was out of his
chair