Satin stood quietly facing the corner—naked. Her skin crawled, and gooseflesh rose on her skin, her nipples were tightly furled as physical evidence of her sexual arousal. It concerned her that discipline of any kind seemed to set her clit throbbing and her arousal dripping from her sex.
What was it about a spanking or corner time that made her excited? Will I ever understand this conundrum?
Her back ached from leaning forward for so long, but it was the position he required, and Satin had learned weeks ago that the penalty for disobeying was one she didn’t relish repeating, which she assumed was the purpose of that particular consequence. If she didn’t stay in position, Drayce would wedge the dragon quirt between her cheeks, her nose pressed tightly in the seam of the walls, with her body bent at the waist and her nether regions displayed lewdly. And if she whined or moved too much with that punishment position, the quirt would be taken away, and instead, she’d be required to hold a thermometer in her anus. The small glass tube sticking out obscenely from her little pucker and, of course, the most embarrassing part would be that her cunt would drip with her need.
Yes, Satin had learned the hard way to stand silently, thinking about her misbehavior, until her Dragon Warlord gave her permission to leave.
The brush of fabric behind her had her curious. Was he taking down the bedspread from the bed? Or undressing?
“Satin, come here.”
Pivoting in the corner, her naked husband stood in the middle of the floor facing her. His rippled abs, shiny with his sweat, and she wanted to run her tongue along the dips and hard planes of his belly. His scaly shoulder with the dragon patch, begged to be touched, the skin shimmering in the glow of the fire in the hearth nearby.
Satin’s hips thrust involuntarily, her whole being revelled in the fact that he had traits of a dragon, characteristics of his power and commanding nature – his dominance not just by his actions but tattooed on his body.
Dropping her gaze, his barbed dragon tail peeped from behind him, the slow wag showing it sensed her scent and arousal. She loved the tentacle and couldn’t imagine how women had sex without it, the added sensuality of the appendage bringing her to heights unimagined.
“Yes, my girl, my tail is anxious to reward you. Come here.”
On faltering, wobbly knees she shuffled over to him, unsure what he’d do next.
Drayce pulled her tightly to his chest, the heat of his cock pressing against her belly, the pulsing throb urging her clit to match his rhythm. “You were a good girl today. You listened, obeying everything I said. You’re a little sassy, but not more than I can handle.” He kissed her nose, rubbing his large hand down her back, cupping a buttocks in his hand before slapping it harshly.
Satin rose on her toes, lifting her gaze from his chest to his eyes, hoping she wouldn’t see any anger there, and with relief, she saw his twinkling eyes and bright smile greeting her.
“That slap was for the eye-rolling and sarcasm, that’s all you’ll receive today because you reeled it back in and stayed submissive.”
She ground her hips against him, her wet pussy sliding along his hairy thigh, her clit straining for relief.
It was then that his tail nudged between her labia, sliding along the slippery folds of her sex, bumping against the hardened nub at the top.
Gasping, Satin closed her eyes, her neck lengthening, her breath increasing with every ratchet up of her arousal.
Drayce kissed, bit and nibbled her neck and she felt her body stiffen, thrumming with her climb to an orgasm. Drayce walked her backward toward the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress, and grabbing her ankles, bending her knees and spreading her wide open to his ministrations.
“My tail wants to fuck your ass, Satin. Do you want it in your hot, wet cunt or your little bottom hole?” While he questioned her, the tentacle skated along the slippery curves of her pouch, making her response harder to speak.
“Oh…I…Oh by the Goddess of Gem…I…fuuuuuck!”
“Yes, it will definitely fuck you, Princess. Where? Answer or I’ll snatch the decision from you.” He chuckled above her, plucking her nipples, and her body unable to fight his touch, mercilessly writhed under him.
“Oh!....fuck me in the ass…tail…in my bottom.”
Kissing her lips and delving his tongue into her hot mouth, he swirled inside, and when Satin growled deep within her chest, he laughed.
Dipping his barbed tentacle into her moist channel, coating the red length with her juices, he wriggled the fanned end, pressing it against her g-spot insistently.
Satin dug her heels into the bed, doing her best to raise her hips, assisting him where none was needed.
He braced her hips, keeping her still, churning and whirling the tentacle along the slick sensitive tissue, and when he thrust the peaked end into her most sensitive spot, she screamed with her release triggering the barbs which jammed into her channel.
“Oh…Oh, fuck!” Her eyes flew open, wide with concern, and then the burn seeped into her flesh, her shock turned to moans of pleasure, her hips squirming. Satin pushed her body up on the bed, testing just how stuck he was in her channel.
“It’s not—”
“That’s right, Satin. I told you, it’s not moving until the barbs release.”
Although he hadn’t come yet, his tail throbbed and pulsed within her, his cock pressed tightly between them, and she wondered if he’d spurt his pleasure along her soft skin. The thought of his semen pooling between her breast wasn’t a bad thought, but she preferred that his seed would fill her sex.
“Keep still, Satin. Breathe deep.”
Drawing in a deep breath, her body shuddered, the tension releasing with her exhale.
It was then that the barbs snapped back into place, releasing her flesh. Satin’s hips thrust, and with a groan of sadness, he pulled the tail from her, immediately pressing it into her anus.
“Yes!”
Her back arched, and Drayce filled his mouth with the plump flesh of her breast, sucking deeply, and with a lift of his hips, he plunged his hard-as-steel cock into the depths of her pussy, while his tail immersed itself into her ass.
His voice rumbled through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t! Do it hard and fast, Sir.” She slammed her hips into his, the slapping of their flesh like a paddle smacking an ass.
His cock hammered into her, pounding her mound, and his tail swirling within her, teasing and poking deeply.
Satin keened with every thrust, her eyes rolling upward until he pistoned out of control, his cock impossibly extending and his seed shooting deep within her, and his tail locking them together.
“It burns…so nice…stings.”
“Mine. You’re mine, good girl.”
“My Commander. My Dragon.”
Placing light kisses to her forehead and face, their breathing eased back to normal, and the release of his tail had them both jolting with the loss. Slipping from both holes, he rolled next to her, pulling the front of her to his chest, enveloping her in his embrace.
Drayce’s breathing took on a rhythmic pattern, and Satin had begun to think he’d fallen asleep. “Drayce? Sir?”
Mumbling with his eyes still closed, he said, “Yes, girl.”
“I have something bothering me…on…on my butt. Can you look at it.”
Drayce’s eyes shot open. “On your buttocks? Where? Show me.”
He rolled her over, not waiting for her to do it on her own. Instantly his finger touched the sensitive area, and she jumped when he pressed on it. “Don’t! That hurts!”
“H-how long have you had this?”
“Wh-why? Is it serious?” She looked over her shoulder, his eyebrows were furrowed and his gaze narrowed as he studied the area. “Am I going to die or something?”
“No-no, nothing like that at all. It’s just…”
“Just what?” Satin tried sitting up, but his broad hands held her face down on the bed.
“Stop moving.” He pressed on her right shoulder, running his finger lightly over her skin. “When did this rash start?”
“Just this week. I figured it was dry skin and the new climate. It’s been itchy and burns a little.”
She shoved his hand out of the way, feeling the dry patch of skin under her hand.
“Don’t push my hand away. Let me look at these things, uninterrupted.” He restrained her hand back to the bed, holding it down, while he rubbed the area.
“No! Fuck you! I need to know what this is!” She struggled to free herself from his hands but instead found the flat of his right hand slapping her backside mercilessly with no warm up.
“You don’t say fuck you to me.” He slapped her bottom with every word and then proceeded to not only spank her backside but her thighs as well until her eyes filled with tears and her voice broke.
“I’m sorry!”
He stopped paddling her ass. “Are you going to lie still or do I need to spank you some more?”
“I’ll stay still, Sir.”
He rubbed the offended area for a few seconds before focusing on the sore she had at the base of her spine. He lightly pressed, not enough to make her jump this time, and then turning on a lamp he studied it further.
“It’s blue.”
“What’s blue? My ass? Maybe…you just spanked it pretty hard.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “No, not from my spanking. The bulb on your ass is blue.”
“Bulb? You mean I have something growing?” She looked at his face again. Although his eyebrows weren’t furrowed, his lips were tight, and he apparently had decided that he’d hide the information from her or distract her.
“You indeed have something developing.” He patted her backside lightly. “We won’t worry about it now, just go to sleep.”
She flipped up onto her side so she could face him head-on. “Oh, no, you don’t! If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask Zayvoc or…or Zorander…or better yet, I’ll ask Gossamer. I’m assuming your mother would be able to tell me.”
“Goddamn, you’re so incorrigible. I should spank that sass right out of you.” Drayce grit his teeth, his nostrils flared.
“Don’t you even think about it. I need to know, husband. Or maybe I need to address the Dragon Warlord and Commander. Commander, I need to know what is happening to me, it’s important to your wife that you be honest with her—in everything.”
“And this is the problem with having an intelligent wife.” Exhaling and shaking his head resolutely, he lifted his gaze to hers. “It appears, warrior, that not only are you a Warlord but a Commander as well. You’re sprouting a tail, and that dry patch is the beginning of dragon skin.”
Stunned, she stared at her husband, unable to formulate thoughts or words.
A Dragon Warlord AND Commander?
Swallowing loudly, her eyes began to fill with tears. “Can we be married if we’re both like this?”
“Yes, we can.” He ran the pad of his thumb down the side of her face before kissing her lips gently.
Exhaling the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, she said, “Thanks be to the Goddess Gem. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me, Satin.Nothing but death will separate us.”
Reaching for his hand, she clasped it lightly. “How come mine is blue and yours is red? Doesn’t that mean we’re incompatible?”
“Not in the least. Mine is red because of Scarlett; she’s the dragon that marked me. And I think that yours is because Azure marked you that day when he licked you while you sat in the window.” He absent-mindedly rubbed the scaly skin.
“Is that why you were so angry? You knew that this would happen?” Her voice sounded small to her ears, and she hated it, but she felt guilty for seeking the dragons that day when she knew he’d be angry.
“Yes. It’s exactly why was I angry.”
“So does that mean you don’t want a wife who is like you – a Commander and Warlord?” Was she ready for the answer?
Clasping her hands in both of his he responded. “I love you. I don’t care if that means you’re a Commander, Warlord, dragon shifter, or anything else you can name. I want you, girl, and not just for a little while—but forever. But, having said all of that, I know, probably more than anyone else, the responsibility and pain that comes from holding a position of power. There is danger around every corner, and I’m not sure I’m ready for my wife to be subjected to the precariousness of battle.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not sure either.”
“Good. That means you're realistic, but I’m going to warn you right now. I’m first, and foremost, the Commander and Warlord over you – as my wife, partner, and princess, you’ll answer to me in all things. If you don’t, you’ll be punished just like before these attributes came out. Clear?”
Satin nodded but tilted her head a bit. “But…if we’re in a battle; I won’t—”
“Yes, you will answer to me even then. I can’t fight knowing you’re flying solo, making decisions on your own. You’ll follow my directions and plans, or I swear, I’ll lock you in a room with guards until the battle is over.”
“Drayce, you can’t be serious—as a Warlord, I can’t stop riding my dragon to get orders from my husband, it just…it wouldn’t make sense.” Her brow creased in confusion. Could the man actually be serious? She knew that Drayce liked control, but this was ridiculous for even him.
“Oh, I can’t?” His eyebrows shot up, shocked. “Watch me, girl. Maybe it’s time my hand convinced you of my stance.”
Putting her hands out in front of her she quickly shouted, “No. No, I get it. I do.”
Changing the subject, she asked, “Is that why Azure was upset today? He wanted to see me because he’s my dragon?”
“Yes. I wondered when it happened, but I didn’t know about your tail. We’ll let you meet him, it’ll calm him down some. He needs your physical contact, your touch. We’ll start slow and let you ride him just around the paddock. But, again, you’ll have to listen to my commands, or the training will end instantly, and you’ll incur a serious punishment. I’ll not have you hurt or damaged by your dragon because you’re too impetuous and stubborn.”
Her heart leapt in her chest. She’d spent most of her life waiting to sit upon a dragon, but to hear that she had a dragon that was hers. A dragon that made her a Warlord and Commander. Something she didn’t even know was possible. She loved that big beautiful blue dragon, but never imagined that she would share part of her body and soul with the large beast.
And I’ll have a tail!
As much as she enjoyed Drayce’s dragon tail, it excited her to think about the fun she’d have with a tail of her own—the sexual exploits she’d perform on her husband, tantalizing him with her tentacle.
How will it feel to insert my tail into his asshole? Will I orgasm from the sensation? Will his sphincter squeeze me tightly, and will I have barbs that lock me inside him?
“I can tell by your mischievous grin what you’re thinking. And, yes, you’ll lock inside of me, but only when I permit you to enter, and you must ask first.”
Those rules seemed more than fair enough. “Yes, Sir.”
“But you’ll have to wait two to three weeks before that’ll be possible.”
“I can hardly wait.” She smugly smiled at him, feeling jubilant with the prospect of not only the titles but also the tentacle for sex.