Chapter Twelve
Aria sat on a rock in the middle of the desert and waited. It had been a week since leaving the dragon’s nest, four days longer than she had anticipated, but the delay could not have been avoided. Upon bringing the message from the dragons, she had been questioned intently about the nature of her relationship with them, nailed with inquiries.
She missed Vyktor like she would have missed a limb. It felt wrong not to have him by her side. It was so strange, to be alone in the world again. The relief she had anticipated in being back among real people and being taken back into the military fold was not as great as the sense of loss. When they’d questioned her, they were not concerned about her well-being. They were concerned about the dragons. It made sense, of course; why should anyone care about her when there was a dragon invasion to tend to?
But Vyktor cared. At least, she hoped he did. Had he even come to the location? Had he actually found the paper? Would he know to wait? She didn’t know. All she could do was sit there and wait and hope that the military didn’t come looking for her before Vyktor did. She was supposed to be consulting closely with them, though ‘consulting’ really meant ‘being squeezed for every last drop of potentially relevant information.’
The night was drawing in and the temperature began to drop. Aria wrapped her arms around her knees, gazed up at the stars and made a wish…
Not a second later, arms descended around her, wrapping her in a tight hug, and a husky voice growled in her ear. “Naughty pet.”
Aria squealed with delight and turned to kiss Vyktor with all the passion she had.
“You snuck up on me!”
“I had to be discreet, pet.” Vyktor smiled down at her. “Can’t alert your government’s many detection systems, can I? They might send another misbehaved pilot after me—and I only have the two arms to deal with you.”
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Aria looked up at him under her lashes.
“Pet, you are in so much trouble, you could barely begin to understand it,” he said in the most loving tones possible.
“But I did a… it was a good thing! They got the message and nobody got hurt!” She began to squirm in his grasp, but of course it was no good. He was holding her tight and firm—and she loved it. In the days between their meeting, she had often daydreamed of him. Not just his loving care, but also this side of him, the unyielding disciplinarian.
“You did precisely what I told you not to do,” he said. “You disobeyed me in the most dangerous of ways.”
“But I also told you where you could find me! Doesn’t that count for anything?”
“That counts for everything, pet,” he said as he sat down on the rock she had vacated and tugged her over his knee.
“Vyktor! Hey! No!” Aria complained as he began to spank her denim-clad butt with firm swats—not as hard as he was capable of, but more than hard enough to make her butt sting regardless. “Hey! This isn’t fair!”
“This is more than fair,” he informed her. “And you know this is a fraction of what you deserve. I should have you in chains and be lashing your bottom. This is nothing compared to what you have earned with your dangerous disobedience.”
“Vyktor!” She squealed his name in lieu of making an argument.
“You disobeyed me,” he growled down at her. “And you put yourself at risk.”
“Yeah!” She threw the words back over her shoulder. “And I’d do it again. Didn’t you hear me! We got the truce!”
“I don’t care if we got sole possession of this planet and everyone in it,” Vyktor growled. “You will obey me, pet.”
“I’m sorry,” Aria squeaked. “I know it scared you, but I just wanted to help. And I did. They’ve already started pulling back from the portal. You’ll be able to leave soon!”
“I’m not going anywhere, pet,” Vyktor reiterated, slapping her bottom harder still. “How can I leave you here in this realm knowing how much trouble you’ll get yourself into? No. I’m taking you back, and I’m going to put you back in your cage, pet.”
“You don’t have to cage me,” she argued. “I came back, didn’t I? Well, at least told you where to find me, anyway.”
“True,” Vyktor admitted, his great palm resting on her bottom. “But I like you caged, pet. I like you caged, and naked, and dripping with lust.”
He ran his fingertip down the center of her crack and she felt her jeans split where he’d applied that dragon touch he was so adept at using. In one smooth motion, he kept her clothed but exposed the mound of her sex to the cool desert air.
“Vyktor,” Aria moaned softly as he began to caress her there, his finger warm along the seam of her lips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, pet,” he murmured. “I missed you terribly.”
He slipped her from his lap and laid in the rocky sand on his back. His cock was hard and erect as he beckoned her down.
“Show me how much you missed me, pet,” he ordered gently.
Aria knew precisely what he wanted. She knelt between his spread thighs and put her mouth to his cock. She had missed this hard rod, missed the taste of him. She could feel the cool air on her pussy as she began to suckle on his dick, making up for her disobedience with the eager application of her lips and tongue.
Once she would have found this a humiliation. Now it was a pleasure. To hear him groan, to see him arch his hips higher, to feel his cock begin to leak his dragon semen against her tongue. This was a small piece of power and she rather relished it in a naughty way. Aria ran the very tip of her tongue around the rim of the head of his cock and looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
“Do not test me, pet,” he warned. “And do not tease me, or I will fuck your pussy the way you deserve to be fucked.”
The threat made her juices flow all the thicker. “Oh, yeah?”
Without another word, Vyktor reached down, pulled her up to straddle his body, and sank his cock deep into her tight, wet cunt, impaling her swiftly.
With his great hands on her denim-clad bottom, he began to fuck her hard, holding her in place atop him as he plundered her cunt. Aria squealed against his lips and he cut her off with a kiss, one hand leaving her bottom to wrap in her hair and hold her in place as he ravaged her pussy and her mouth with equal fervor.
She needed this as much as he did. She needed to be claimed, to be reminded of his ownership. Her few days of freedom had left her bereft of his mastery, and she had missed it more than she would ever admit. Vyktor fucked her as if he was trying to brand himself on her forever, his cock hammering in and out of her slick slit with an almost furious pace.
Writhing and moaning, Aria took every thrust, knowing she deserved it, knowing she needed it. He fucked her through one climax and then another, her clit grinding against the hard scales at the base of his cock as he took her at length.
“Vyktor,” she gasped as the third orgasm shook her tender frame. “I can’t take much more…”
The knees of her jeans were covered in red desert dust, the split in her jeans had torn so wide she was practically wearing denim chaps, and her panties were in shreds. Her wet, fuck-swollen pussy was clamped tight around his cock as he slowed his thrusts.
“We have a lifetime for this, pet,” he promised as he mercifully drew out of her pussy, leaving her puffy lips parted and leaking her juices. “My hunger for you will never fade, but I must remember that you are tender, my little human.” He kissed her lovingly. “Are you ready to return to the roost?”
“I’m ready for anything,” she promised as they stood up, shaking dust and dirt from various crevices.
Vyktor took a few steps back and before her ever amazed eyes, took his dragon form. It happened with a swiftness that was hard to follow, the man enlarging into beast in the blink of an eye. The massive dragon extended its clawed hands toward her and Aria stepped willingly into its embrace.