Page 108 of The Dragon Warlord

“No, Alpha. I was practicing.”

He lays three more stripes. “Unauthorized practice.”

“Noted, sir.”

I wince as he adds another three stripes. “Was it worth it?”

“It was, sir.”

He laughs. “Really?”

“Yeah. I came up with the most amazing fantasy.”

I receive five more lines at a slow cadence, and I allow the pain to sink into me, suffering for him. I want to suffer prettily for him always.

“Tell me.”

“The day you bit me. I wish you’d taken me when I came out of the bite delirium. I imagined that but instead of what did happen … you were a mindless animal fucking into me.”

He straps me again and I laugh this time while I cry out at the burn. He tosses the tawse onto the bed, his hand presses against my heated flesh, and then a finger dips inside.

“This fantasy made you come?”

“Yeessss,” I say, hiding my head in my arms, enjoying the stimulation. “I came hard, Tristan.”

“You don’t seem remorseful at all.”

“I’m not.”

“Hmmm, did I not use my tawse correctly? Perhaps I should apply more?”

“No, No! Well, um, if you wish, but I’d rather have that finger.”

He rewards me with another finger. I spread my legs, hoping to sink his fingers deeper. His voice is hot in my ear. “Get up on the bed, your hands and knees. I’m insanely jealous I wasn’t here to see you.”

I’m quick to obey. “But you were, Tristan.”

When I’m on my hands and knees, he pushes me down to my chest. “That’s it. Chest down, bottom up high.”

I’m exposed to him. It’s different from my fantasy, but this could take its place.

Using some of my slick, he lubricates my cock and strokes it slowly. “Hnnngh. Mmmmm … Tristan,please.”

“So soon? You just came.”

Bastard. “I did, Alpha, but this is so much better than my imagination.”

He laughs. “Fuck, you’re adorable. I want to see you come for me.”

In this position, my smarting arse—a clear sign of ownership—his hand around my cock like that plus the anal stimulation, is too much, and thankfully doesn’t take nearly what it did last night. I come on command, moaning his name even with having come not so long ago.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he says.

I sit up so I can see his face. “I-I want to reciprocate this time.” Fuck. I sound like a juvenile, which I am far from, but I suppose in this that’s the level I’m at.

“You want to tease me, Omega?”

Dammit. Right. He’s on that schedule Alrik made for him.