Page 30

A cold chill runs through me. Equinox was right.

Ornix has been preparing to keep me captive here.

He must have given the order to put this together, to amend the spacing of the bars, to put the plushie toys I’d deny owning if he hadn’t obviously found them in my things, behind bars, on the bed. He’s fucking jailed my toys.

I hear guards snapping to attention. That’s how I know he is behind me.

I turn slowly.

“What is this, Ornix?”

His eyes gleam unrepentantly. “This is where bad girls go, humans who do not listen to their mates. Like when they are supposed to be in class, and yet they sneak out and down to the dungeons for reasons I cannot begin to imagine.”

A tremor runs through me. I know that I am in the kind of trouble I cannot easily come back from, but he has behaved so strangely, so entirely darkly that I almost feel as though I have a leg to stand on.

“You have my stuff in this weird cell,” I say. “Why?”

“Because you have been taken from me once before, and because you have not been obedient for more than a few minutes at a time before or since. You are an uncontrollable quantity. I like to make arrangements for all manner of outcomes. This is one. It is also possible that you continue to sleep in our bed and enjoy my favor. It very much depends on you.”

I can’t tell him what my actual plan is, that I am intending to run away and never, ever see him again because he spanked me and I hated it.

When I think it that way in my brain, I do feel like I might be overreacting.

But then again, I am a captive facing yet more captivity.

The fact that my thoughts are not clear does not mean they are wrong.

It also doesn’t mean they’re right. Fuck.

I don’t know what to think or do. I just know that I am completely furious and ashamed and now freaked out by the cell.

“I thought you loved me.”

“I do. That is why I intend to keep you.” He reaches over me and opens the door of the cell. “Step in. Let’s see you experience a little captivity for your disobedience.”

“I don’t want to go in there.”

“I don’t know why you keep thinking you have a choice,” he says, sounding every inch the villain, and looking like it too.

He’s wearing his golden scaled armor again, his long, dark hair half up and half down.

Ornix is incredibly and impossibly attractive.

He is so fuckable that even in this moment of him saying something truly horrible, I’m kind of turned on.

I splay my arms and legs and wings like a cat trying to avoid a bath as he nudges me in.

“Oh, my, you absolutely cannot cooperate in any sense, can you?” he growls, grabbing me up in his arms and carrying me in.

I start fighting. Scrabbling for the door, biting him and kicking him and doing about as much damage as I’d do if I were trying to bite an actual dragon.

“Let me fucking go!” I scream. “Let me fucking go!”

And then I remember that I know how to summon a portal. The next word that comes out of my mouth isn’t a shriek for mercy or a curse at him. It’s the word that rips worlds open. And it works. Immediately.

Ornix has not dragged me into a cell. I have dragged him directly onto the Hollywood Walk of Fame. The two of us appear outside a theater, me gripped in his massive arms.

“You!”

I look into the shocked face of a man I’ve seen before. Last time I saw him, I was falling out of the sky in front of him with broken wings. I’m almost certain it’s the same guy.

“Oh, my god, hi!” I wave at him.

“How did you do that?” Ornix growls the question at me, putting me down. We are drawing attention, but we are doing it in a way that allows us some plausible deniability, because this is a city where nothing real ever happens.

“How did I open a portal?”

“Yes.”

“What? Like it’s hard?”

He misses the reference, and drags me off into the nearest doorway.

“You are putting us both at risk of the kind of exposure that will change our worlds forever.”

“I don’t care. You were trying to put me in a cage.”

A second later, we’re both in the cage again. Fuck. He knows how to do the portal magic even better than I do. Quick as a flash, Ornix wraps a silken tie pulled from the bed frame around my mouth so I can’t speak, and can’t summon a portal.

“What the fuck is going on!”

I can’t speak, but the man we keep appearing in front of can.

Ornix swings around to face the poor guy. “You’re mad,” he says. “You’re hallucinating. Nobody will ever believe you.”

Then he snaps his fingers and pushes the accountant back through the portal before sealing it again.

I laugh, because this chaos is funny as hell. He likes to think he’s so in control, but me and Nox, we’re pushing against it. Me especially. I want freedom, or power. Whatever it is, I know he’s trying to take it from me.

Ornix

I have no idea how my attempts to maintain order only end up causing chaos, but there is something about the alchemy of a human that seems to make it unavoidable.

I knew she had snuck out of her class again. I knew she had not taken her punishment well, but I never imagined this interlude would end with me accidentally bringing a random human into our dungeon bedchamber.

“Sit down on the bed and don’t talk,” I tell her.

She makes an indication toward the gag that she can’t, but I think we both know she could articulate her annoyances if she wanted to. This girl is one act of rebellion away from…

Wait.

Why am I waiting for one more act of rebellion?

This is enough, more than enough, to begin answering.

“If you want to make this kind of trouble, summoning portals in a tantrum, exposing your wings to the world, causing me to drag some poor man into our realm for a moment, then you can suffer the consequences.”

I toss her face down on the bed. Her wings spread along with her legs as I throw up the skirt that protected her modesty and expose the soft curves of her ass and hips. She is so delicate, so beautiful, and so deeply in trouble.

The tight little bud of her ass has always been alluring to me. It is a hole that was not designed to be fucked, but that can take a human cock.

It will take mine now. By the time I am done with her, Melissa will be very sorry, very sore, and very obedient.

“I’ve shown you far too much mercy. I have allowed you far too much disobedience.

No more. From this moment onward, you will obey me to the letter.

You will obey everybody in this keep who gives you an order, or you will suffer terribly.

Your ability to wield a fraction of this place’s magic is deeply dangerous.

You are on the verge of living your life perpetually gagged.

” I smack her rear, barely blushing from the earlier disobedience. “Do you understand?”

She makes a muffled sound, that could be yes, could be no, but is probably ‘I have a gag in, you asshole.’ I can sense the rebellion even now, even in her position.

This cell comes equipped for punishment. I knew when it was being constructed that it would only be used at a time when things had become desperate.

I open the cabinet I had stocked to my personal requirements. There are plenty of things in here to teach my wayward human mate a lesson in respect and sensation.

I drip lube down the crevice of her cheeks, then use the pad of my thumb to rub it against her tight asshole, enjoying the scandalized moans that emerge from her as she feels me preparing to take a part of her body that has never been taken before.

Her wings flap involuntarily, but there is a ceiling to this cage and she will not be going anywhere.

“Keep those wings still,” I growl. “If you lift off this bed so much as an inch, I will make this tight little ass pay.”

She lets out a helpless little whimper, but I can sense the fact that she is not at all unwilling.

This rough handling is only serving to turn her on.

I can smell her desire, which increases every time I smack her, threaten her, lecture her, and rub her little hole until she is no longer squirming with resistance, but with desire.

I then select a plug from the cabinet. Smooth dragon metal, able to contain resonant energy.

It is several inches long and not quite as thick as my cock, but certainly thicker than my fingers.

The base is flared and the tip is narrow, and along with the lubricant it slides into her rebellious ass without as much in the way of resistance as I would have imagined.

“You came down here to discover if I was a monster, and the answer, my little human mate, is yes. I am.”

She lets out another of those beautifully incoherent moans through her gag, and her hips arch in that inviting way that tells me she will never reject my monstrous side. This is a rough seduction, but it is still a seduction.

I know it is not my possession that worries her, it is the fact that she cannot act as wildly as she is used to. Spoiled little thing. Consequences offend her. That is why she is so outraged.

I work the plug slowly in and out of her ass, twisting it slow and deep, and then pulling it out right to its thickest part before pushing it back.

The sounds she makes are becoming increasingly animal, guttural, and desperate. I can see her pussy getting wetter, and smell her becoming increasingly more aroused.

“You are a captive, because you have made it necessary to keep you as one. If I let you out of this cage, you should be immensely grateful. It would be easy to keep you down here, my little fuck toy, breeding you day after day until you swell with my whelps again and again.”

She does not want to respond to it, but she can’t help it. This rough treatment is what thrills her to her erotic core. Punishing her arouses me too, especially in this dungeon cage. I’ve always known she was mine.

When I can stand it no longer, when her whimpers and her reactions finally become too arousing to ignore, I pull the toy from her ass, and I slide my cock in its stead. Her interior is hot, gripping me with desperation.

“Ow,” she whimpers.

“Does it hurt to have my dragon cock in your ass?”

I am hoping the answer is yes.

It is difficult to punish someone who deeply enjoys it, but I will do my best to try. It is time that Melissa understood her place here. Her life could be easy if only she would allow it.

“Mnghhh,” she whimpers back as I stroke my cock in and out of this much tighter hole. She has become post-verbal at the worst of times, but I decide to take advantage of the fact she only seems to be capable of making animal sounds by fucking her ass like the filthy little animal she is.

My fingers play with her desperate little clit until she is bucking so hard I feel her slamming back up into me, her ass desperate for deeper filling, her wings beating with uncontrollable need.

She comes so hard I feel her inner muscle clamp down on my cock with enough force to trigger my orgasm.

This time I am not breeding her pussy. No whelps will emerge from this union.

This time I’m filling her body with my essence, giving her a deep, full dose of exactly what and who I am.

She is absorbing me as I come, taking my seed deep in her naughty ass, learning her lesson on the chemical level.

I roar with the intensity of the joining, feeling her submitting to me in the most primal of ways, giving her heat, her interior. She’s mine so deeply and so completely I feel almost as though I do not know where one of us ends and the other begins.

My cock pulses as I feed myself inside her, then softens to allow my scaled member to slide free. She drips my seed from her tight little hole, not quite so tight right now as it was before.

I finish the lesson with a hard slap to her bottom.

“Don’t you pout again. Don’t you dare rebel. Don’t you disobey. If you do, we do this again, except you do not leave the cage afterward. You stay here, having your ass spanked and fucked every day until I consider you broken enough. Understand?”

I whip the gag out of her mouth to allow her to respond.

“Yes,” she whimpers softly. “I understand.”

“Good. Don’t make me do this again.”

This is the moment where I could be soft and reassure her, but there has been a lot of softness and reassurance in the past and it has never done anything to make her more obedient. I am tired of getting nowhere with her. Perhaps harsher treatment and a firmer hand will work.

I smack her ass again and leave her well fucked, dripping my seed and with more than a little something to think about. The cage door is open, but she is not free.