Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Dragon?” Gabriel snarls. He turns my head, so I’m pinned by his amber gaze. “He showed you how to escape?”
Caught in his grip, I give an insolent shrug. “Yes, in my dream. Every detail.”
Gabriel loosens his fingers. “Not only did he speak to you, but he tried to help you escape me.” A desolate note enters his voice. “He hasn't spoken to me in many years.”
I reach down, find his wrist and circle it with my fingers the way the gold cuff circles mine. “Maybe because you cuff him. Keep him captive.”
Gabriel’s gaze is unfocused. I dip my head close to catch his attention. “If you love someone, set them free, Gabriel.” I am this close to busting into the Sting song’s chorus.
His expression hardens. “It's too dangerous.”
“Well, get used to escape attempts, buddy.”
“No. You will not make such a foolish attempt again.” He lifts me off the bed. I tussle with him halfheartedly, and he easily overpowers me. My body is warmed by the bath and heat of his body, and energy crackles between us, that explosive combination of our beings. The alchemy we have that leads to sex or fighting or both.
A machine whirrs, and he sets me down against something solid. A St. Andrew’s cross. I only know because…well, I read kinky books. My wrists and ankles magnetize to the metal.
He steps close to tie my hair back.
“These are trackers,” I nod to my wrists.
“Yes.” He sounds as smug as I felt before. “If you think you will escape me, you are mistaken. If you run, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth.”
“We’ll see about that.” I lean back, offering up my body even though I’m tethered to on the cross. He thinks he’s won, but I still have some tricks up my sleeve. “Do your worst.”
He goes to the bar cart and pours himself a drink. “You're not afraid of me.” It’s not a question.
“Nope.” I toss my head.
He studies me, sipping at a glass filled with amber liquid.
After a stint in a nudist commune and a modeling career, I’m immune to being naked. What bothers me is that he hasn’t been fully naked around me. Yet.
He hasn’t kissed me. Hasn’t had sex with me. He holds himself back. Controls all of our interactions. It’s getting old.
But being bound on the cross is doing things to me. My pussy was already stimulated by his gentle washing in the bath, and now it swells with need. My nipples are hard and pointy in the open air.
He puts the glass to my lips. Smooth alcohol burns down my throat. I get a tiny taste of the cognac before he pulls the glass away. “Then it's time for your punishment.” He sets the glass down with a decisive click.
I’m not afraid, but my tummy flutters with anticipation.
“You need to know: You cannot escape me. The sooner you learn this, the easier it will be.”
“Like I said before. If you try to control me, I will always run from you. You might have tracking devices on me, but I will figure out a way around that too. Maybe I'll just ask the dragon. We can free each other.”
His eyes change, the irises lengthening to vertical slits. “He won’t let you go, either. The dragon is dangerous. You should not speak to him.”
“You can’t control what we can or can’t do,” I tell him. My tone might be a little smug.
A thin stream of mist trails from his nostrils. He doesn’t like that.
“So what are you going to do now that you’ve got me tied up?” I taunt. “Whip me? Flog me?” I try to hide my shiver.
Gabriel sees my excitement. He sees everything. “No. You’d enjoy that too much. There are better ways to ensure your compliance.”
“Really? I–” But I can’t speak anymore because he’s crossed to me in a blur of movement, and his fingers fill my mouth, pressing on my tongue, stopping all speech.
“Suck,” he commands. I do. I curl my tongue around and deep throat his fingers until my head rocks back.
He tugs my right nipple with his free hand and cups my pussy with his wet hand. Three fingers, thrust into my aching channel. I’d rise to tiptoes but the cross holds me still. He’s rubbing me, and there's some sort of extraordinary heat in his fingers. “You will give yourself to me.”
Pleasure coils tight deep in my belly. I’m panting.
“It would be so easy to submit. It will feel so good.”
His fingers hit the right spot, and I whimper.
His eyes go dark. “You will submit to me.”
“Never,” I breathe, but it's not going to be never. If he keeps rubbing me this way, it's going to be like five minutes.
His fingers dip into my pussy, collecting liquid and sweeping it up to rub it over my back door. I try to shift out of the way, but there's no escaping his touch. It feels good, and I'm just going to have to take it.