The Dragon's bond

Chapter 7

"I came so hard I nearly blacked out, and I was still hard after all that, still aching. Because apparently, my hand isn't what I need. Do you understand me, little mouse?"

Her voice completely failed her. She had absolutely nothing to say to this shameless man.

"You've bewitched me somehow." His nose traced along her neck. "And I don't appreciate being made to feel like a desperate teenage boy who can't control his own dick."

"Your defiance yesterday has consequences,"

Dread and something hot coiled in her stomach. "Please,.."

"You have a choice." I can assign guards to you, permanent ones. They'll follow you everywhere, the kitchens, washrooms, even when you sleep. You'll be locked in your chamber every night. No freedom until you learn obedience."

Her eyes went wide with horror.

"Or," his voice dropped lower, rougher, "you accept your punishment now. Here. Ten minutes where you let me prove exactly what you've been fleeing from.

"Ten minutes, for thirty days where you submit and let me touch you however I want. Where you stop lying to yourself about what is between us."

"No, I cant"

"You can."

"And if I refuse both options?"

"Then I'll assume you prefer the guards and the locked chambers." His eyes glittered mischievously.

She stared up at him, trapped between the door and his body. A sly dragon

"Ten minutes, for thirty days and you'll let me go after that?"

"Yes, but there are rules."

Of course there are.

"You don't fight me. You don't run. And you endure whatever I do to you." His eyes burned into hers. "You can say stop once, just once and I'll stop immediately. But then you'll have to accept the guards and confinement instead. Understood?"

Her mouth ran completely dry.

"And…and what will you do to me?"

"Whatever I want, little mouse, everything i want." His voice was a low rumble. "I'm going to touch you Elara, everywhere. I'm going to prove to you that your body knows what your stubborn mind refuses to accept." He said coming even closer than he was. "The moment it starts you'll be completely mine for ten minutes, do you accept?"

"Y..yes." she whispered in defeat. He had her right were he wanted her.

"Say it properly."

"I accept." she said, her hands coming up to press against his bare chest trying to push him away because he was too close.

"The moment her palms made contact with his skin, that same electric jolt shot through her, far stronger and hotter this time making her gasp out loud.

His entire body went rigid and a low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her hands. "You feel it too don't you?" Don't lie to me, Elara. I can hear your heart racing and I can smell your arousal.

She definitely did. That warmth in her chest spreading and pooling low in her belly.

"What are you…."

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her across the chamber. For one terrifying moment she thought he was taking her to his massive bed. But instead he set her down on the edge of a low table, positioning himself between her legs.

He'd lifted her like she weighed nothing at all.

"Your Majesty…"

"Don't call me that when we're alone."

"I can't just…"

"Draeven." His hands slid up her thighs, bunching the fabric of her dress. " Say my name Elara."

"This is wrong," she tried desperately. "You're the King and I'm, a servant we can't…"

"We can do anything I say we can do." His fingers found the laces of her dress.

He pulled the lace with practiced ease. And she realized with pain in her chest that he'd done this countless times with countless women.

"Wait, please, I'm not ready…"

His mouth claimed hers before she could protest further. Demanding, hungry and absolutely overwhelming. His hands went to her backside, gripping her soft ass and squeezing them firmly, making her gasp and giving him the chance to invade her mouth with his tongue.

His tongue was in her mouth. A man's tongue, The Dragon King himself. Her first kiss was happening while she was trapped on a table with his erection pressing against her inner thigh. She should bite him or even kick his family jewels.

She hit him in the chest trying to push him away but he was pure muscle and she was just going to end up hurting her hands.

His hands on her rear sent fire spreading through her entire body and pooling in between her thighs.

Elara had never been kissed and she had never been close to this kind of intimacy. She didn't know what to do with her hands, her tongue or her entire body that was melting against his.

He groaned into her mouth, one hand tangling into her carefully braided her, destroying Serena's work in seconds. Another arm wrapped around her waist pulling her flush against him making her feel every hard plain of his chest, his stomach l, his…

Oh gods

His thick, hard erection pressed against her thigh through their clothes, heat flooded her entire body.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing hers with every word. "Touch me."

"I don't know how."

"You do. You did it yesterday. Touch me Elara, anywhere you want.."

"Trembling, she raised her hands to his chest. The electric sparked between them again, making them both gasp.

"Oh Fuck," Draeven growled, his hips pressing forward involuntarily. "Every time you touch me it's like lightning straight to my Dick."

As she felt his heartbeat racing as fast as hers, it somehow made her braver.

She let her hands explore him, tracing the hard ridges of muscle, the pattern of scales along his ribs and the sharp cut of his hip bones where they disappeared into his leather pants.

His breathing grew rugged, his eyes half-closing in pleasure.

"Lower." He commanded roughly. "Touch me lower."

Her hands stilled just above his pants.

"I can't."

"You can." His hand guided hers down to press against the hard length straining against leather. "Feel what you do to me, how much I want you."

The heat of him burned through his pants. She could feel him pulse beneath her palm, thick and demanding. She accidentally squeezed it a bit, fascinated by how warm and solid it felt in her palm.

"Fuck, that's it." He said as his hips bucked violently into her touch, his head falling back with a guttural groan. "Aah, your hands feel amazing Elara, I might lose my mind if you keep doing that."

His jaw clenched as he clearly fought for control.

He opened his eyes, blazing gold fixed on her.

"You have no idea what you do to me." His voice was rough, almost pained. Before she could protest, his hand covered hers holding it firmly against his straining erection. She could feel him throbbing beneath her palm.

"Let's st...." She started but he cut her off with another searing kiss.

This time when his tongue invaded her mouth, his hand guided hers in a slow stroke along his length. Up. Down. Teaching her the rhythm.

She whimpered against his mouth. And when he finally released her she should have pulled away.

She didn't.

Her hand remained there and after a moment of hesitation, she stroked him again on her own, experimentally.

A growl reverberated through his chest.

"Yes, just like that." He groaned. " You're a quick learner."

His hands slid under her dress, fingers trailing fire upher inner thigh. When he reached the edge of her undergarment he paused, his breath hot against her neck.

"Open for me." He quietly commanded.

"No I can't..." She instinctively pressed her thighs together, trying to deny him access as she pressed her palm against his chest trying to push him back.

It was futile. His strength was nothing compared to hers.

He parted her thighs effortlessly, holding them open despite her attempted resistance.

"Don't fight me, little mouse."

Then his fingers found her through the cotton barrier.

The moment he pressed against her most intimate part, Elara's entire world narrowed to that single point of contact. A sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt.

Her breath came in short labored gasps.

A loud sound escaped her, half gasp half moan, as her eyes widened in horror at her own reaction.

Draeven went absolutely still.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice raw. "You just moaned for me, do it again."

His fingers pressed more firmly, rubbing through the fabric in a slow, deliberate circle that made her hips jerk.

"No.." she gasped but her body betrayed her as heat flooded between her thighs making the cotton fabric cling wetly to her skin.

"You're soaked," he groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. "I can feel how wet you are through your undergarments. Gods, Elara, you're dripping for me and I've barely touched you."

"No, I'm n..not." she couldn't form coherent words.

"Liar." He whispered against her neck. "Your body tells me the truth even if your mouth won't."

His fingers moved again, finding a spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. She cried out, her back arching off the table and her hand involuntarily tightening around his erection.

"Aaah there, that feels so good little mouse. Draeven groaned, thrusting his hips into her grip. "Right there. That's your clit, little mouse. That's what's going to make you come undone for me."

He circled that spot again and again building a rhythm that had her gasping and making sounds she'd never made before. His lips brushed her neck moving down to her collar bone and further down to her chest. He sucked on the skin exposed and gently nipped on it drawing out a sharp cry from her.

"Aah, please," she whimpered though she wasn't sure what she was begging for anymore.

"Please what?" His voice was strained. "Please make you come or please stop before you lose control? Tell me what you want Elara."

She couldn't speak. She could only feel as he built something inside her, coiling tighter and felt like it might break her apart...

A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.