Page 21 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)

Chapter 21

M oonlight streams through the leaves overhead, illuminating my path as my boots pound against the dirt. Sweat pours down the sides of my face, soaking the neckline of my shirt, and my breaths saw in and out of my chest.

When she said run, I thought she was joking.

I should have known better. The woman is serious about almost everything in her life. Why should this be any different?

Antoinette has awoken a side of me I never knew existed until the other night in our office. She’s dominant and commanding, and I love every fucking minute of it. So if she wants to chase me through the woods and fuck me, then so be it.

I’m game.

Pumping my arms at my sides, my heart rampages in my chest, threatening to break free from its cage. My ears perk up, suddenly aware of every snapped twig and noise lurking in the darkness.

As I sprint, my cock thickens in my pants, the fear pumping through my veins morphing into arousal with each step I take.

Once I’ve made it a few hundred yards or so into the trees, I cut off the main path and press my back against a thick tree trunk. The wind whispers across my sweat-slicked skin, causing me to shiver.

Or maybe it’s from the anticipation of Antoinette catching me and having her way with me.

Chest heaving, I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my heavy breathing. Above the treetops, flames light up the sky, followed by an animalistic screech.

She’s right there.

And I’m not ready for our chase to be over so soon. I tighten my muscles, remaining as still as possible until the beat of her wings fades into the distance and my heart rate slows to a light gallop. “Missed me, princess,” I whisper before taking off deeper into the trees .

Far in the distance, the faint glow of light beckons me like a mirage in the desert.

The guest house.

If I can get inside the small cabin first, she’ll be forced to shift back into human form, and I’ll have the upper hand.

I’ll be the predator instead of the prey.

My boots beat against the ground, crunching fallen leaves in my wake. On the other hand, I’m sure if she catches me, I’ll enjoy whatever she does to me.

A whoosh of flapping wings rustles the leaves above me. I cut left and weave through the trees, trying to lose her.

But it’s no use.

Golden eyes glint in the darkness, heading straight toward me. Her wings stir dust from the ground as she careens closer.

Fuck!

I can’t let her catch me yet. I can’t make it this easy.

Diving to the side, my shirt tears when I collide with the ground. Wet leaves and cold dirt scrape against the now exposed skin. Another angry screech hits my ears. When I peer over my shoulder, shimmering black scales cut through the trees, returning to the darkened sky.

By the skin of my teeth, I avoided capture.

However, now that she knows where I am, she’ll be coming back any second, so I roll to my knees. Once I’m back on my feet, I strip off my sweat-soaked jacket and shirt. The autumn breeze against my damp skin sets a rush of goosebumps skittering across my flesh. I’m a sitting duck right here, so I fling the wet clothing into some nearby bushes, hoping to create a diversion.

Antoinette’s vicious roar fills the blackened sky, and I take off in the opposite direction, toward the guest house at the far end of the property.

Blood rushes through my ears, and the harsh inhale and exhale of my breaths is the only thing I hear.

I must have lost her.

As the yellow glow of the guest house light comes into view, I slow my steps to a walk and spread my arms wide. Spinning in a circle, I taunt her. “Come on, princess! I know you can do better than that!” Lost to the darkness, my voice echoes away into the rows of apple trees, but I know better.

I know there’s a predator lurking. Waiting. Biding her time.

To my right, a slight glint of gold catches my eye. There she is.

But before I can break into a run again, she leaps from the abyss, all sharp claws and vicious teeth shining in the moonlight.

She’s fucking beautiful.

My back collides with the dirt, but it doesn’t even hurt when she tackles me to the ground. I’m too fucking entranced by her dragon form. The opalescent sheen on her immaculately groomed black scales. The sheer membrane of her wings appears to be woven from the midnight sky itself, a myriad of constellations shimmering with each lazy movement.

Her spike-laden tail swishes behind her as she stalks over me, smoky breath fanning my face. Razor-sharp black claws dig into the earth on either side of my face when she leans in close. I can’t tear my gaze from hers, the nictitating membrane the only sound in the dead of night.

Tilting her head to the side, she assesses me like any predator would its prey.

“What now, princess? You caught me.”

Sweet smoke fills my nose when she huffs a breath, a low growl rumbling from her chest.

She’s magnificent.

If I didn’t know this was Antoinette, I’d be shitting my pants, but the familiar metallic gaze reassures me that I’m safe. This is my dragon to slay.

Not that I’m in a position to do any slaying.

At that moment, my cock jerks, pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Okay, maybe I do have a sword for this fight.

A familiar forked tongue slithers from behind sharp teeth. I shiver and moan when it makes contact with my overheated, clammy skin.

The rough texture drags up the center of my abs and over my left pec muscle, before the forks split and wrap around my nipple, tugging at the sensitive bud of flesh. “ God. Yes .” My voice is only a whisper, too focused on the pleasure she’s giving me.

Thudding against the cool ground, I roll my head back and groan. No woman—no creature—has ever had this heady, animalistic effect on me. Like a rushing tidal wave, lust careens through my veins with each swipe of Antoinette’s sinful tongue.

Thrusting my hips in the air, I seek any friction to relieve the ache in my cock. “Please, Antoinette.”

Fuck, did I just beg? Who am I? What is this woman—this goddess—doing to me?

Heat licks the exposed skin on my chest and arms when the dragon prowling over me suddenly rears back, bursting into a dazzling display of crimson and orange flames.

Antoinette emerges from the fire a mere blink of my eyes later, but she’s not quite fully human.

Shimmering black scales ripple along her cheekbones, down the sides of her neck to the tops of her heaving breasts. Along either side of her belly button, a strip of scales lines her soft abdomen, drawing my eyes downward, to the glistening slit between her spread thighs where she straddles my waist.

Long, black claw-like nails dig into my chest when she leans forward, bracing her weight on me. I wince against the pinpricks of pain, but my cock somehow hardens even more in my pants .

Not only do I crave being submissive to this woman, but apparently I’m a glutton for pain, too.

“You were such good prey, Cyrus.” The purr of her voice has me panting. “Running like a scared little deer for me.” Pointed white teeth glisten under the mellow glow of the full moon, giving her smile a menacing appearance, but somehow, she’s still stunning. “Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Her raven hair flows to her shoulders in a wild mane. A dark crown fit for a dark queen.

My queen.

“Yes,” I pant, hands gripping her hips and grinding her where I need it most… against my raging cock.

She tsks, wagging one claw-tipped finger in my face. “Nuh-ah. Naughty boy.” My fingers sting when her hand connects with the flesh, and I grit my teeth.

I flash back to the night in our office and instantly know the words she wants to hear. “Yes, ma’am,” I rasp.

“Good boy.” That same menacing smile lights up her face, eyes liquified with lust.

Movement behind her draws my attention. For the first time, I notice wings flapping lazily at her back and a smooth tail swishing against my leg. They’re the same as her full dragon form, only a smaller scale to fit her human body.

Before I can find my voice, she slinks down my body until her face is poised over the obvious bulge in my jeans. Fuck, touch me. Please!

My body trembles, and I clench my fists at my sides to resist the urge to rip open my pants and stroke myself. I get the feeling that would be disobeying her and would result in the end to our little game of cat and mouse. Something I surely don’t want.

Fabric tears, and a cold gust of air against my legs snaps me back to the present.

“D-Did you just—?” I spring up to my elbows.

Antoinette smirks, tattered strips of denim and cotton clutched between her claws, a feral glint in her eyes.

At the sight, my hard cock weeps against my stomach, leaking a clear string of liquid. I think it’s safe to say he’s a big fan of being dominated.

“Fuuuuuck.” When she finally wraps those long, delicate fingers around my shaft and gives a testing squeeze, I lose it, falling back onto the dirt. You’d think my dick’s never been touched by a woman from the way my thigh muscles clench and the tip of my cock spills a river of pre-cum.

It’s pathetic.

I’m embarrassed for myself.

“Such a good boy for me. Aren’t you?” she coos, hand twisting as it works up and down my length, smearing the clear fluid until every inch of my hard cock glistens under the moonlight.

Blowing out a breath, I close my eyes and focus on my breathing so I don’t blow my load too soon, but her hands on me are otherworldly. Soft, yet firm. Delicate, but forceful. Coaxing drop after drop of pleasure to fill my veins until I’m drowning in it.

It’s the perfect mix of torture and it’s driving me insane.

Determined fingers caress my balls, forcing a shuddering breath from my lungs. My hips buck as I chase the tight grip of her hand.

“Your mouth, princess. Give me your mouth.” The words come out strained through gritted teeth.

I haven’t had her mouth on me yet, and I know it will be… heaven.

I moan at the first swipe of that damn forked tongue. The one she’s been teasing me with for weeks now. It’s warm. Wet. And everything I want.

She suctions her lips around the tip of my cock and, I swear, my damn soul leaves my body, heart leaping in my chest. Groaning, my fingers dig into the dirt at my sides.

Silken black strands fall in front of her beautiful face, obscuring my view. We can’t have that. I need her smoldering gaze on me while she sucks me dry.

Propping up on one elbow, I use my free hand to sweep the strands into my fist, revealing her golden eyes.

They lock with mine, heating me straight to my very core, as she sinks all the way down on my shaft until the tip of her elegant nose brushes the trimmed hairs on my pelvis.

I’m not a total caveman; I keep things groomed for my partners.

A shudder rolls through me when her throat muscles constrict, cheeks hollowing as she pulls back. “Damn, you’re good at that.” Somehow, I choke out the words.

“Come on, Wilcox,” she chides, eyes dancing with humor while she hovers over my glistening cock, lips swollen and spit covered. “I’m a supernatural creature. Did you really think I’d have a gag reflex?”

But I don’t get a chance to answer because she deepthroats me again, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She works my cock with her mouth and hands until I’m a quivering, moaning mess. I’m teetering on the edge of bliss when something blunt presses between my ass cheeks. “Wha—”

Popping off my cock, she places a single claw against my protesting lips. “Shhh, Wilcox. You’re going to love this.”

Her tail wraps around her torso, diving between her thighs. “Let me get it ready for you first.” The tapered tip slips through her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth until it’s coated in a sheen of her arousal.

“Do you trust me?” Her eyes glow with sincerity in the darkness .

I’ll admit, I’ve always been curious about ass play and prostate stimulation. But I’ve never trusted anyone enough to try it. I’ve always been the dominant one in the bedroom. With Antoinette, I feel safe and free enough to explore my more submissive side. “Yes. I trust you, princess,” I confirm with a nod.

Sufficiently lubricated, her tail slithers back between my legs, pressing under my balls to a place I’ve never explored before. I stiffen at the first hint of pressure against my tight pucker.

“Relax for me. I’d never hurt you, Cyrus. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

I dive headfirst into the golden depths of her eyes and nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat, because something tells me I’m going to come harder than I ever have in my life. “Don’t stop. I want everything you’ll give me, princess.”

“Good boy,” she whispers in a husky voice. Her hand continues to fly up and down my spit-soaked shaft, ramping up my pleasure until I’m teetering on the edge of the cliff. Eyes locked on mine, the slick tip of her tail breaches the tight muscles of my ass.

A delicious burn radiates from the stretched hole as she slowly pushes further inside. “You okay?” Her eyebrows rise in question.

A choked “yeah” is all I can manage. Between the tight stroke of her hand on my cock and her tail rubbing against my prostate, I’m primed to explode.

Antoinette smirks, licking her lips with her eyes locked on my ass. “Your ass is so perfect, Cyrus. Wish you could see the way you stretch to take my tail.” She shudders, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Does seeing your tail in my ass make you wet, princess?” I force the words out, hips snapping up to chase her hand before retreating in search of her tail. I’m caught in the middle of pleasure overload.

“You have no idea,” she purrs. “I’m dripping for you.”

Pumping into me a few times before curving, her tail hits a delicious spot that has my eyes rolling back. “So good. Keep going,” I whimper, my skin heating at the first signs of my orgasm building at the base of my spine.

One more pump of her tail and it’s like a sonic boom goes off in my body, rushing through me and releasing pleasure to every nerve ending. Locking eyes with her, I groan when the first rope of cum shoots from my cock onto my stomach.

Hand still gripped in her hair, I push her mouth back onto my spurting cock and moan. “Don’t let it go to waste, princess.”

She goes willingly, wrapping those pretty lips around my cock and swallowing me whole .

It’s like the power dynamic between us has shifted in my favor. But my mind is too focused on my orgasm to care, so I hold her down and she gobbles up my release like a good girl while her tail pumps in and out of my ass.

Because I’m her good fucking boy.