Chapter 107 A dom and his sub
The dragon had dread in his eyes.
An emotion that seemed out of place for a creature so powerful.
My concern for him was mixed with blooming worry for me. The cloud of mystery around me seemed to be thickening. The look in his eyes made me feel like a failure.
Like there was something he expected of me that I couldn't give.
But he palmed my neck from behind, crushed my lips under his and the static sound of my worry dialed down.
His lips were hot and hungry, urgent in the way they slanted across mine, the way they nibbled and the way they sucked.
I felt his unspoken need for escape, escape from whatever murky thoughts he had returned home with, and I was only too happy to give it to him.
That I could give. That I knew how to give.
I opened my mouth to him, feeling the sizzling vibration start up somewhere between my legs, needing the escape as much as he did.
For once, I did not want to think about monsters and demons and a sister who hated me, a rival who had more excuses now to make me fail.
I did not want to worry over the uncertainty of my own life, or when the next one of the odd changes in my body would express itself.
I wanted to be a woman, a lustful woman who enjoyed simple things like the warmth of a big man's arms, the strength in his grip and the possessiveness with which he splayed his wide palms on my back, holding me to himself.
As if he could read my thoughts, those hands went into motion, traveling down my partly naked skin to grab my ass beneath the cashmere blanket, squeezing my hips and plucking at my nipples through my bra.
The heat between my legs simmered as my lips parted on their own, as I bunched my fists in my lap, aching to hold him but not daring to.
He tugged me into his lap then, and I gasped into his lips, feeling his hardness right underneath me, the heat of his erection through the clothes separating our skins.
“Did you like them,” his voice was hoarse, urgent. “Did you like the gifts?”
I let out a small cry as he clamped his teeth on my neck, breathing harshly. He pushed my hips back and began to unzip his pants.
“Yes.” My words, my breathing, echoed my thirst. “Yes, thank you.”
Even I was not sure the meaning of those words, what I was thanking him for. In his hurry with his zipper, his knuckle grazed my clit through my bikini bottom and my lips opened in a tortured gasp.
“gods,” he cursed, abandoning the zipper. He grabbed my neck from behind and held me still to stare in his eyes.
Eye contact with Mordaine was foreplay. The heat in his eyes made my skin burn, and caused a spike in my heart rate.
In his uniform, his hair partly slipping out of the low bun, he was the sexiest man alive.
“Take it,” he moved one hand between my legs and slipped two fingers in me. My head fell forward, my bottom lip disappearing between my teeth, trying to breathe as his thumb flattened on my clit.
Simultaneously caressing my clit and stroking my g-spot from within.
My hips were rocking, my brows damp with sweat as I groaned and moaned. My toes curled as my fingers scratched the table behind me. I was so wet his fingers in me were phonographic ASMR.
“Take it, doll.”
I finally snatched his hat and pulled it on.
He shut his eyes tight, cursing. He rose to his feet then, holding me to his chest with one arm, not once breaking the pace of his fingers inside me.
“This has been a recurring fantasy. Fucking my wife in my pilot hat.”
My head fell back in a moan, not minding whether I or his queen was the wife in question.
He walked around the desk, away from the diary and the images and dumped me on the flat mahogany surface. My eyes darted towards the book, still open to the image of his queen.
I thought it a little weird that he had not closed it, almost like she was watching us.
Mordaine stepped back and began to unbutton his shirt.
I stared, hypnotized at the unintentional show of it, the sight of his chest as he peeled the white shirt open, the sun tanned skin, his muscles shifting beneath the skin, taut and hard.
He leaned forward, grabbed my hair from behind and yanked. My chin pointed to the ceiling, exposing my neck to him.
The hat fell and bounced onto the table.
He stared in my eyes for a second, and then his mouth was on my neck, hot, giving me open-mouthed kisses that tickled, lapping on the skin with that clever tongue as he trailed a path toward the hollow of my throat.
I squirmed, bringing my heels up to the table, leaning forward as my thighs fell apart, my knees pointing in opposite directions. I could not stand one more minute of this. I needed friction, him, now.
“Use your words, doll. What do you want?” His tongue was sweeping down between my cleavage, teasing the tiny string of my bikini bra.
“You. I want you.”
“Save the vague elegance for your Alpha.” His voice was harsh and deep, almost a hiss. My clit pulsed.
Just then, I felt his tongue on my nipple, and my body bowed in a bow.
His tongue was like Hale’s fingers. Torture, pure torture.
“Your hand.” I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning as if I was not already past all the boundaries of shame at this point.
“Where? Where do you want my hand, pet?"
“In my pussy.”
He chuckled then, and my eyes widened. His crown was at my entrance.
“I thought you would prefer that?” He was already pulling away, and without thinking, I did something that shocked me, something I would not have thought myself capable of.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and brought him back to me.
“Shiit.” He cursed, his eyes flickering to real flames. Startled, my pussy clenched around his crown and he groaned.
His hand was a fist in my hair, gripping it tightly. “Spread your legs honey.”
I did, moving them even further apart. His hips moved, slow, micro thrusts, massaging my entrance with just the tip of him, pulling away to caress my clit with his crown, and then repeat. On and on.
“Is that good?”
“No sir.”
“That’s the point. Did I say you could touch me, pet?”
My jaw hung.
I must have been carried away. He was still a different kind of man. Sexual interactions were still only on a dom and sub basis.
“I liked it though.” He grinned wickedly, still moving his hips, massaging, teasing. “But don’t forget next time. You’ll only do what I ask you to.”
“Yes sir.”
He left me abruptly. He tucked himself in, fixed his zipper and walked around the desk to pick up the cashmere blanket from where it had fallen.
Then he walked back and wrapped it around my body. As he did, he kissed my lips once and then again.
He turned for the door. “Come downstairs.”