Claimed by the Dragon

 

 

“What the hell are you doing in my house in the middle of the fucking night, Drake?” As she stepped back he tore the hammer from her hand. She let him have it and stepped back into the open archway between the kitchen and living room. She was still scared but not as badly.

“You’ve ignored messages and phone calls all day. Your girlfriends have been trying you all afternoon. When they said you’d not been sleeping, they thought that might be exactly what you were doing. I was on my way down the mountain and I decided to stop and check in on you.” He moved forward with slow, determined, sure steps.

Jayda wanted to stand her ground and not let him see her fear, but she couldn’t do it. He had the hammer now. She’d just woken and was sore and stiff from head to toe. He had surely been sitting there awake and debating all the time he had been there. Every step he took toward her, Jayda took a compensatory step back.

Drake twirled the hammer’s handle much the way she had and caught the spinning head in his other hand. He had backed her into the kitchen. Her back was against the bar and she had nowhere else to go. “How did you get in? How long have you been there in the dark like that?”

“Your front door was unlocked.” He made a tsk tsk tsk sound of disapproval at her and wagged his finger side to side in front of her face. “That’s dangerous out in this neck of the woods, you know.”

A bit of fire came back to her and she said, “Obviously, you never know what will come crawling through the door.” She looked for a way around him but there was none.

He laughed at her remark but was not fazed by it. Mere inches separated them and his masculine scent filled her nose: whiskey, denim, leather, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

Like a cornered mouse, her eyes darted and she shunted to the left but a large heavily muscled arm shot out and blocked her path. Immediately she went to the right, but he dropped the hammer onto the counter as his other arm successfully blocked her path. With both hands on the counter and leaning forward with his weight, he had pinned Jayda in place.

She pushed at his chest and when he didn’t budge, she slapped his face hard enough that his long dark hair flew out to the side. “Let me go, Drake.”

He leaned down and inhaled her scent. “No. Not yet.” His voice was low and deep. It held no threat.

She tried to knee him in the balls, but he moved and she hit his thigh. “So, what? Are you going to rape me now? What? You have me at your mercy. If you want me to beg you can forget it. I’d rather die.” She tried to head butt him in the mouth as he leaned in again and she connected with his chin just below his lip but was rewarded with a surprised yelp as his head flew back. Jayda thrashed side to side, forward and back.

Drake said, “You got a brass set, I can tell you that.” He wrapped his arms around her thrashing body and pulled her to his chest, pinning her again.

She screamed in fear and frustration. In his python-like grip, she was truly helpless for the first time in her life.

Lifting her feet off the floor, Drake said, “You can stop! I’m not gonna fucking hurt you. You might hurt yourself though, if you don’t quit.”

Jayda, tiring quickly, stopped thrashing and screaming to look up at him. “Then why were you sitting in the dark like a serial killer?”

“I’m going to let go but if you swing at me again, I’ll throw you on the couch and sit on you. Deal?”

Reluctantly, she nodded.

He let her go slowly.

Jayda was sweating and her chest hurt from her thrashing and straining against Drake’s hard body. She raked her hair back and away from her face. Shivering against the sudden coolness on her skin, Jayda crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at Drake. “What do you want?”

They stood in the flickering light again and she caught the glint in his dark eyes as he looked her up and down.

“Isn’t it obvious what I want?” His voice was baritone and she could feel it on her flesh just like she could feel his hot gaze.

“You think I’m an easy lay?” She tried to be angry but the same feelings that had been keeping her from sleep were resurfacing and she was having trouble concentrating.

“If I thought that, I wouldn’t be here.” He reached out and flipped a strand of hair away from her neck. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it since our first meeting?”

“About what?” Jayda hoped it sounded aloof, but feared it was less than that.

“About us. I let you know that first day that I wanted you. I’ve not been able to think about much else. I’m used to being able to shake it off and walk away. Until now.” He stepped closer to her again.

This time she didn’t move. He had come here to have sex with her? She couldn’t lie and tell him that she hadn’t wanted it since the first meeting, but she couldn’t see herself becoming submissive, either.

“I’m a dominatrix by nature, Drake. I’m betting that isn’t your type of woman at all.” Even to her ears, it sounded almost apologetic.

“Do you charge or is it all in relationships?” He was unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

“No, I’m not a prostitute, either. I’ve always had relationships that involve BDSM and I’m the mistress, the one in charge.”

His flannel landed on the arm of the sofa behind him. “Mm-hm. And, is that supposed to scare me away?” His wife beater disappeared and he stood before her, bare-chested in the flickering light.

The twin dragon tattoos he sported were beautiful. A head hovered in an eternal serene expression over each pectoral muscle. The bodies wrapped around his torso with the tails almost meeting; only his navel separated them. There was a war hammer on each bulging bicep and more dragons on his inner forearms.

Stammering, Jayda said, “I don’t know.”

“And how do you know what my type is?” He pulled his belt free and tossed it to the sofa.

“You like being dominated?” Suddenly she was wondering if it would be terrible to let him dominate her just so she could relish the feel of him on her, in her.

“Not in the least.” He pulled off his boots and stood to tower over her again. “I admire strong women.” He stepped close enough that she could feel his heat. “I like strong women.” He ran his hands over her hair and down to her shoulders. “You’re a strong woman, Jayda.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Sometimes all a strong person needs or wants is to find someone stronger.”

Her knees were going weak. Could he be right? Is that what she’d needed all these years? Had that stronger person been who she had been seeking? If so, her search had been long and useless. Until she met Drake. He was definitely stronger than she was. A moan escaped her as he ran his hand into her hair and fisted a handful.

He pulled her head back and flicked his tongue over the tender spot just below her ear. She was instantly wet between her thighs. This was definitely a different experience for her.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave. I’ll stop and never bother you again.” He let her hair free and studied her expression.

Jayda was silent. She was unable to form words—especially the words that might stop him from doing what he was doing so wonderfully. All she could do was stand there, staring at him, feeling his heat, seeing his desire in his eyes.

“I’ll take your silence as submission. If you don’t want me, say so now.” He pulled her to him and she could feel his desire, too.

The hardness throbbing against her belly. Her arousal was so complete that she could do no more than close her eyes and let him have control.

Grunting his pleasure, Drake bent into her and put his hands on her ass, gripping. He hoisted her up and she instinctively locked her legs around his muscled waist, his head between her breasts.

Drake carried her to Toyland number two and kicked the door open with his foot as he nuzzled her breast through the scant material of her nightshirt.

“How did you unlock the door?” Jayda felt a spike of fear shoot through her.

“I took your keys. There are only two skeleton keys; it wasn’t too hard to figure out what they opened. Your friends told me about your Toyland rooms, so…” The rest was lost as he nuzzled her breast again, this time with a little pinch from his teeth. Just enough to tease.

Her fear faded and was replaced by desires she had never felt before tonight. She arched toward his mouth, pulling his mouth back to her breast.

Drake eased his grip on her and let her slide down his body, arching his hips forward as her full weight slid over his hardness. She gasped. He was big everywhere. Strong all over. He definitely put Tank to shame. Her feet came to rest on the heavily padded rug.

He didn’t ask, or command, Drake reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head and let it go to float to the floor behind her. Just as quickly, he was out of his jeans. Jayda was shocked at his length and girth, but tried not to show it. She reached for his swollen cock, but he pushed her hand away. Shocked, she looked up at him.

“Not yet. I want to enjoy you for a minute, Jayda.” He let his hands roam over her nakedness, avoiding her cunt.

He was reversing the dominatrix role on her. Grinning, she reached for his cock again and he grabbed her wrists, hauled them behind her and held them securely with one of his huge hands. She couldn’t free them. Her struggle seemed to arouse him more.

With his free hand, he teased and pinched her nipples until they were hard little nubs that he rolled between his thumb and forefinger until her knees went weak and she moaned.

“Take me, Drake. Take me now. I need you in me.” She pressed toward him, her soft pliant flesh colliding with all his hardness. It was pure bliss.

Leading her to the center of the rug, he knelt and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. “Turn around, show me your ass, Jayda.”

Never before taking a command from a man, Jayda was shocked at how easily she did as he commanded. She looked back at him over her shoulder and rocked her hips up and down for him.

He slapped her ass until she whimpered. She’d had no idea it could feel so good. No one had ever challenged her dom status in the bedroom; no one had ever given her this kind of pleasure and desire.

Drake rubbed her wetness with the tip of his cock, but didn’t penetrate. He leaned over her back and pressed his hardness against her slit as he nibbled at her exposed neck. Reaching around her hip, he found her clit with his finger and worked it as he inserted the head of his dick into her wetness.

“Come for me, Jayda. I want to feel your climax on my cock as I fuck you hard, as I own you.”

That was the first time any man had ever told her to come for him. As she rocked back and forth from the movement of his hand between her legs, each backward stroke sending her onto the head of his throbbing hot dick, but no farther, teased her into an explosive orgasm.

Just before she stopped shuddering, Drake pushed his cock into her and kept at her clit with his hand, working her into another orgasm within seconds. She screamed as she collapsed into the body-shaking pleasure. Drake continued thrusting. Holding her hips, he thrust harder and harder and then faster and faster.

“Come in me, Drake. I want to feel you in me, please.” She looked over her shoulder at him, pleading with her eyes.

“Oh, fuck, Jayda.” He stiffened into his climax, shuddering with every thick spurt of come.

They both rolled onto rug, bodies drenched with sweat, chests heaving, they tangled together with her head on his chest. Jayda had never experienced such complete abandon and wondered how she had lived without it all these years.

The silence was amicable as she and Drake lay there until their breathing came easy and their heart rates slowed.

Drake pushed up and pushed her from his chest, her head resting in his hand. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, ready to take him again. Ready to experience the bliss again.

Looking deep into her eyes, he said, “Jayda, you’re my woman now. You’ve given yourself over to me. Your search for the stronger one is over forever.”

Again, she surrendered to his urgings, knowing that she hadn’t captured a dragon, but instead she had been captured by a dragon.

“You are my dragon, forever.” Jayda returned his kiss with equal fervor and passion.

 

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