When we reach our suite, Zeke locks the door behind us and carries me down the hall to his room. He takes me into the shower and strips me down. I blush when he takes off the soiled gown, but he shakes his head at me.
“Don’t you be embarrassed Riley. Not now. You didn’t do anything wrong. This was all them. You’re the victim here.”
He’s right, but I can’t help feeling such a range of emotions that I don’t know where to begin sorting them. In the shower, Zeke gently washes me while I cry. Then he dries me with a soft towel and carries me to bed.
I think he’s going to tuck me in, but he doesn’t. Instead, Zeke pulls out the ropes.
“We both need this,” he says, looking at me, waiting to see what I’ll do. He’s right. Even without having experienced anything so intense before, I know he’s right. I need him to fuck me hard so I forget.
I need him to hurt me so I’ll stop feeling scared.
I never thought I would be interested in pain, punishment, bondage. Oh, I learned all about these things on the ship from Earth, but that was for educational purposes. This is for real.
I know all about how the submissive partner needs to give up control sometimes. I know all about the dynamics of the power exchange. Logically, I understand the whole concept.
I just never thought I’d need it until now.
Now, as Zeke hovers over me, holding the rope in his hands, I know this is exactly what I need, what my body craves. I need to give myself up to him. I just want to forget. Replacing bad memories with Zeke is the way I’ll do that.
“Get on your knees.” I move to obey, trying not to get too wet at the way his voice has gotten deeper, darker. I face the headboard with my hands on my knees and wait for Zeke to tell me what to do next.
Already my nipples are hard and my body is aching, ready for anything he wants to do to me.
He has me lean forward so I’m on my knees with my breasts pressed against the mattress of the bed. My cheek rests on the pillow and I look to the side. I close my eyes as Zeke ties my hands above my head.
The rope scratches against my skin, but isn’t uncomfortable. It’s not painful. It just binds me, keeping me safely in place while we play.
Zeke has always been a kinky dragon, but we’ve never done anything crazy together. He’s never tired me up. He’s never had me restrained, forced to go along with whatever he wishes might be.
But now I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m not afraid the way I thought I would be.
I’m not scared.
I’m at peace.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Zeke runs his hands down my back, tracing the curve of my spine, and cups my ass with his hands.
This is the part where he spanks me.
This is the part where he retrieves some horribly scary item and hits me until I forget what happened to me.
This is the part where Zeke flogs me until I’m no longer scared.
This is the part where he helps me move on.
Only, as I brace myself, tightening my body in anticipation of the hit, I realize it never comes. The strike never happens. The hit doesn’t arrive.
Instead, I feel something soft, wet, and fast on my ass.
Zeke is licking me…there.
“What…what are you doing?” I squeak out.
“Not a word, Riley,” he licks me again and I close my eyes, pressing my cheek even harder against the pillow. Zeke has no qualms about his sexuality, as evidenced by the way he’s lapping at me like I’m a delicious treat.
Slowly, his licks become longer.
Slowly, he reaches my clit.
By the time he does, I’m soaking wet and I can’t even focus on anything but his next lap. More, more, more. My body is dying for more and all I want is to come. I need to come. I need Zeke to fill me up so I can come with him inside of me.
“Please,” I groan, and he pinches the back of my thigh.
“Quiet, Riley,” he says, and I bite my lip to keep from begging more.
He continues torturing my body until I can’t take it anymore and he pulls an orgasm from my body, effectively turning me into a puddle of jelly. I cry out as I immediately come a second time, melting even further into the bed.
Then he unties me and turns me over.
“Did you like being tied up, Riley?” He asks, searching my eyes for something.
Acceptance?
I nod.
“I thought you were going to hurt me,” I admit.
“You weren’t scared.”
“Because I was with you.” When he’s with me, I feel home. I feel safe. I feel like nothing in the world can hurt me because Zeke wouldn’t let it. Zeke is my protector. I might be his human, but Zeke is my dragon.
He slides inside of me then and fucks me slowly, romantically, sweetly. He comes again, then sucks on my nipples and rubs my clit until I come once more, too.
Sated, tired, exhausted, worn out…I snuggle against Zeke in the darkness of his room and rest my head against his chest.
“I was scared,” he admits. It’s dark and I can’t see his face, but I imagine he grimaces when he speaks.
A King doesn’t want to admit weakness.
A King doesn’t want to admit defeat or fear.
“I hoped you would find me,” I whisper. “I’m glad you did.”
“I’m sorry I let something bad happen to you, Riley. I failed you.” Only this time, his voice doesn’t sound strained; it sounds weak.
My sweet dragon blames himself, and that’s not okay.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I promise, but I know he doesn’t believe me. Zeke thinks it’s his job to keep me safe one hundred percent of the time. Zeke thinks it’s his job to ensure his human is never injured or broken.
He doesn’t know that just by being himself, he’s saved me already.
Tank and Elf may have been the ones who rescued me from Earth, but Zeke rescued me from my past.
And that’s so much more.