Page 47 of Destined By Dragonblood (Blood Born #2)

Vanni

T here was no TV or radio to entertain us as the days passed. The levels of our arousal intensified, but neither of us found true satisfaction like when we had enjoyed having Dolyn in the mix.

When not kissing, sucking, or fucking, we snooped around even deeper into what seemed like endless caverns, most empty and unused, covered in dust.

Rather than accompanying us, Tiggy had stayed by the front door, moping, chin resting on his front legs. No amount of hugs, words of love, or scratches pulled him out of his funk. Like him, Ashley started withdrawing into her emotions, anxiety and deepening sadness worsening with every hour.

While I attempted to distract her with exploration, we ended up in the library where I’d tried to make Dolyn submit to me.

But she didn’t want to read.

Was tired of sitting on couches and talking about everything under the sun.

Her jaw and pussy ached from overuse.

At a loss, I watched her from where I sat on the couch, leaned forward, elbows on my knees. She stood in front of the library’s cold fireplace, her back to me, arms crossed as though holding herself together. Yearning radiated off her, causing my lust to rekindle.

Needs Master .

Not lover.

The darkness inside me swirled, waking for the first time since Dolyn’s departure with distinctive words.

“Shit,” I murmured, head hanging with the realization of how badly I had failed my sweet submissive.

Follow .

An urge to exit the library brought me to my feet.

Ashley turned, her purple-hued eyes radiating desire that far outweighed lust.

I grabbed the lamp and held out my free hand. “Come.”

Without a word, she obeyed and slid her palm to mine, crackles of energy licking up my arm.

Instantly, her anxiety lessened, which boosted my confidence of doing the right thing.

Ever trustful, she allowed me to lead her deeper into Dolyn’s home, my feet moving as though they already knew the way to where my instincts demanded we go.

We didn’t traverse new territory, and I’d thought we had seen all there was?—

Stop .

I pulled up abruptly, Ashley bumping into my back. “Hold this.” I gave her the lantern and turned toward the rock wall, resting my palm on the stone at heart-level. No clue why I did so, but I felt an insistence that what I sought lay on the other side of the mass before us.

“What are you—” Ashley gasped as a loud grinding rent the air.

Like something out of a fantasy novel, a portion of the rock slid inward. Warm, stale air filled my nose but hardly unpleasant. Whatever room awaited beyond hadn’t been used in years.

I reclaimed the light and lifted it high, stepping over the threshold into oppressive stillness.

A mother fucking dungeon opened up before us—and not the sort for prisoners.

A slow smile spread over my face, and my cock woke the fuck up at the ancient furniture made of solid wood scattered around the room.

All sorts of implements of pain hung on the wall to my left, a long bench beneath covered with older toys.

Chains hung from various areas around the room, connected to pulleys embedded in the rock ceiling.

“Oh God.” Ashley’s croak thickened my shaft even further, and I pressed on my bulge, taking note of the signs of disuse around us.

Considering the cleanliness of every single room we’d found in our explorations, it was obvious this was one cavern Primrose hadn’t been aware of. A fine layer of dust covered everything—even the floor.

“Stay here,” I murmured, handing Ashley the lamp.

I eyed leather crops and floggers, not sure how well they would have held up over the years.

A strange-looking flogger hung farther away, and I ambled closer, eyes narrowing.

While I’d only seen Dolyn in his beast form once, I wouldn’t ever forget the appearance of the golden scales that covered his massive body.

“Get the fuck out,” I murmured to myself while retrieving the toy that resembled tiny versions of his dragon’s armor.

The material was warm to the touch, a sense of familiarity trickling up through my fingertips to my chest and straight to my cock. Pre-cum oozed, soaking my jeans.

Beta .

“I’ll be goddamned.” I huffed a chuckle and returned my attention to the wall. A cane made out of the same material had me wishing Dolyn’s juicy ass was available for me to take my aggression out on.

Soon .

A sadist could hope.

Having all I needed for the time being, I returned to Ashley’s side.

She studied the flogger with its dozens of thin tails. “Is that…”

“Yeah, I think it is. Kinda perfect, if you ask me.” I trailed the tails over her arm, and she shuddered.

“It’s made from his scales,” she said, the pulse in her neck thrumming. “I can feel him.”

“Same.” I clasped her hand, and we hurried back to the library since the furniture in the dungeon needed a thorough scrubbing before I would tie her to any of it.

Without being told, Ashley stripped and knelt on the couch, facing its back.

I set aside the lamp, rid myself of clothing, and swished the flogger a few times, getting a feel for it. The toy fit perfectly in my hand, the weight and ease with which it moved… otherworldly .

Smirking, I soothed my hand over Ashley’s back, the skin beneath my palm satiny smooth and warm. Energy licked up my arm, the scent of her arousal flooding my nose. “Such a good girl for me.”

She sighed, pressing into me.

“I’m sorry for not seeing to your needs.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not ,” I corrected her, pinching one ass cheek then the other.

She gasped and flinched.

“I’m going to make you fly, baby. What’s your safeword, Ash?”

“Red,” she whispered, laying her cheek against the couch’s back cushion, a soft smile on her face, eyes closed.

I could sense her anticipation already led her toward subspace.

It’d been too long since I’d cared for her in this way, and she had an abundance of anxiety and worry on her mind.

From here on out, I would pay better attention to what my female required from her alpha and master.

While I was only a piece of the puzzle of her life, I had a role to fill—and I would do so with all my ability and focus.

“Let’s begin,” I murmured and drew back my arm, reminding myself to take it easy since I’d never used a toy made out of goddamned dragon scales.

The tails hit her back with more thud than I’d expected for their thinness.

Ashley moaned. “Oh my God, that’s so good, Master.”

“Not too much?”

“No, Master.”

I landed two more blows, the third slightly harder than the others.

Ashley shuddered.

“Color?”

“Green—so very green. It’s like he’s here…” Her voice trailed off, and I set my sights on sending her flying.

Lashes landed over her back and thighs. I hit her feet until they turned pink, and she squirmed, panting and begging for more.

Her desire and arousal flooded the energy between us, pulling the cord tight. I had no doubt I would climax without a single touch to my cock the second she shattered for me. But I didn’t want that—I had plans.

“Widen your legs for me, Ash.”

She obeyed without hesitation, offering me a tantalizing and mouthwatering view of her glistening labia and puckered, pink hole.

My cock dripped with the need to bury deep, to plant my seed where Dolyn’s had been not so long ago.

Resuming with the flogger, I observed the subtle cues of her body. The tremors rippling over her skin. Her heaving torso as she attempted to fill her lungs while making the most delicious noises. A flush taking over her from neck to toes, only some from the pain I gifted her.

Haziness crept through the cord, and I landed two more intense blows before tossing the flogger aside and dropping to my knees. I buried my face between her cheeks, suckling the cream from her pussy, licking up over her asshole and back down.

Her sweet musk overcame my senses, all rational thought. Like an animal, I feasted with a hunger like I’d never known outside of tasting Dolyn’s cum. Tongue in her ass, I stroked my rock-hard shaft, slickening copious amounts of pre-cum down my length.

“Gonna take this,” I said, smearing more of my natural lube over her tight hole.

“Please,” she whispered, on the verge of climaxing and drifting away.

Teeth clenched, I slipped a finger easily past the ring of muscle, sliding in without resistance. She groaned, and I pressed in another, scissoring to ready her for my girth.

“Master,” she murmured, lost in a wave of passion.

What I wouldn’t have given to have Dolyn with us, head shoved between her body and the couch, mouth latched to her clit to keep her focus off how I readied her ass.

A third finger ripped a grunt from her lungs, and I worked my way in, stretching her wide. Once she relaxed, I left her empty to line up my wet cockhead. One slow, steady push, and I sank into decadent silken heat.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as my cock disappeared into her. “You’re perfect, baby, swallowing me up. God damn .” Hissing, I pulled out and slammed in, jolting Ash forward so she plastered to the back of the couch.

She whined, lips parted as she panted, and I slid my arms around her waist, clutching her tight, my nose against her hair. Eyes closed, I gyrated my hips, sinking into her over and over again, my balls quickly tightening against my groin.

“Need you to let go, baby,” I whispered, nosing her temple and breathing in the scent of her sweat and arousal. “Fly for me. Take me with you.”

A low groan radiated between us, our inner voices hissing with pleasure.

Ashley came without sound, her hole clamped down on my cock.

Buried deep, I tumbled with her, thrusting with every thick spurt of cum through my shaft. Wetness leaked out around her rim, soaking the couch beneath us. Groaning, I squeezed her tight until I finished.

My breaths came in pants as I peppered her head, temple, and cheek with kisses.

She rested, her mind quiet. Empty.

A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, and still deeply connected physically and emotionally, I laid us down on the couch, wet spot be damned.

Murmurs of praise and adoration spilled from my lips as I petted every inch of her skin I could reach, even slipping fingers into her pussy a few times, stroking against the membrane along my semi.

While she rested, I shifted enough to pull my cock out an inch and push back in, slow strokes that built my need back up in a matter of seconds.

“Going to flood you again, sweet girl of mine,” I murmured, caressing over her breasts.

She sighed and arched slightly.

All the consent I needed.

If only Dolyn would allow me to love and pleasure him as easily as our female did.