Don't Tempt Me.
Part One: His
~Knock Knock Knock~
It was three am and the banging on her front door was driving her insane. Who could possibly be at the door at this time? Reaching across the satin of the sheets feeling nothing but more sheets. Dawning on her that the bed was empty and she was alone. "Gaelan?" Hissing in the dark only to be greeted by more loud obnoxious thumps.
"Open the fucking door stupid cunt!" Gaelan only grew more furious as he waited for her to open up. Giving another set of kicks at the door she finally did open it. "Took you fucking long enough. What got wax in your ears? Can't hear the door?" He taunted her with a death glare forcing her aside. His fur was very ruffled and each hair was out of place, grasping her neck with a scowl pinning her against the wall slamming the door closed. "I look like a fucking disaster because you wouldn't open it." He blamed her. He always did.
He loved his female. Especially her onyx dark scales in this dark light and the way her short frosty hair fell over her eye made the red scar glow through the tresses. Even for a dragoness she was a beauty with one simple flaw. A flaw that irritated the living crap out of him. A flaw that she will never change. She enjoyed pissing him off. Lived to actually do it but it didn't make him love her any less. It only made him love her all the more.
"Baby calm down, I thought you were in bed with me." whimpering softly, "Your hair and fur are out of place. Let me start a bath for you." Squealing under his tightening clutches as he pressed against her chest. His fur and clothes were cold; his body heat returned while lingering against her scales. Flicking his wrist tossing her aside as if she weighed nothing, "Get your ass moving. If that water isn't ready by the time I get in there. Better hope and pray the paddle won't break this time."
His attention altered towards the hallway mirror while she scrambled to the bathroom. She didn't like it when he was annoyed. It wasn't like she locked him out on purpose. He should've had his keys at the very most. Where were his keys? Extending her wings shaking off the goosebumps he had given her, forcing her focus at hand before he did make good on his threat. Flustered by his aggressive attitude struggling to get the water running. Hearing each step of his boots on the wooden floors made her hands shaky. The way he sighed only made her fear and worry all the more.
She poured lavender beads into the running water feeling his eyes strip her naked. "As least you can do something right." Scoffing momentarily, "Female come here." What was he? A cave man? She froze at first but didn't want to anger him further with her hesitation. Standing in front of him she ran her talons across his midsection. He was the first to step forward closing the gap between them intensifying the sweet undulations.
"Gaelan.." She pleaded, "I need..."
The second those three words left her beautiful lips he turned into a caveman. Ripping her nightgown and panties away. It was no secret that he prefered her naked like this. Struggling to stand in one piece. Swallowing the lump in his throat cherishing the sight of her. He palmed her bare breasts using his claws to circled each nipple puckering them up. He saw the way her golden dragon eyes narrowed and how her mind was being consumed by lust. She deserved this. A punishment for not opening the door right away.
"Do it." She commanded him.
"Do what?" his voice was filled with a quiet menace. "What do you want, Shade? To be bent over that tub? Bury my cock in you?" He enjoyed seeing her struggle to form any thought for what she truly did want. "Tell me."
Yes. No. Maybe? Still she gave no answer. The thought of his strong hand inflicting pain only increased her arousal. It was hard to overcome the lust for this man. For her man. "Please. I'm close already. I just have to.. need to.. It's just been so long." Pleading for him to understand.
Gripping her backside he tugged her straight onto his erection. Easing himself on the edge of the tub pressing his palm to her stomach forcing her body to arch backwards on his thighs. Leaning his hot mouth down around her nipple sucking on it hard, then harder, flicking his tongue back and forth easing the sting on her beaded nipple. It was a slight but sharp pleasure cutting through her. Crying out in ecstasy seeking another.
More. Please.
Giving her other nipple the same treatment. A new wave of desperation coursed through her body as she became more and more frantic. Trying to move against his shaft, to rub again, it was a primal instinct. A necessity. She had to do it but the hold of his hand on her scaly stomach kept her in place.
"Gaelan.." She moaned. This pent up desire was like never before. The need for a.. a.. climax was intoxicating to her thoughts. It was a lusting mind poison. When he finally lifted his head up, his lips were red and moist like a swollen kiss. Claw-sinking piercing grab on her thighs gave him leverage allowing him to clutch her to his broad chest. Legs wrapped firmly around his hips as he walked out of the bathroom forgetting about the bath she had offered and he'd demanded.
Panic filled her but it only increased the arousal, her arousal. The endless amount of things he's ever done to her in the past were nothing in comparison to everything she thought she wanted. Noticing the tension in her body as he laid her down on the bed he licked and kissed down the elegant line of her neck. Building the pressure between her thighs driving his thick meat with more force against her pussy lips.
"Tell me what you need." His voice was a growl. Nothing humane left but the beast.
"Y.. you.. your fingers! Now!"
Trailing his claws down her stomach reminiscing the places he had bitten, scratched, and whipped countless times. "Open for me." Obeying like the good girl that she was, she spread her knees as far as they would go against the cold sheets. He felt her inner thighs trembling praising her with a kiss on the curve of her inner thigh crossing over her mound.
She was hot enough to burn him. His fingers curled around her pussy running the dark claw against her slit.
"Gaelan.. inside.. just like that.. just.. inside!" He liked the way his name always left her lips. Especially in a caught throaty whisper......
Parting her lower lips with his claw inching the tip before finally sinking the finger into her tight, velvet silken heat, feeling her muscles clench around him. Utterly. Pure. Perfection. He nearly came. One cry after another left her lips pulling out real slow.. sinking back in... again and again.
Her hips dug into the bed unsure at first where to move them, "Grind on me." He urged her into a rocking rhythm against his fingers. How he desired her to move up and down like that on his shaft. Creating an insanely good but dangerous friction. It was too much even for him. Gritting his teeth as a last resort his gaze went up her body watching the way she kneaded her breast. Just as he had done not long ago.
This was too much yet not enough. He needed to calm himself. Simply enjoying the feel of her inner walls clamping down around his thrusting finger. She was erotic. Is erotic. "Do you remember the day we discussed different forms of pleasure? Gags. Coldness like ice and popsicles. Food stuffing." Listing off a few from that day focusing on her pleasure.
The words did something to her. She clenched tighter around his working fingers pressing her thighs together trapping his hand in place. Thrusting his fingers slower almost nonexistent making her body jerk upward away from the bed intensifying the spiraling pleasure in her vortex. He started biting up her calf progressing upwards until he forced her legs open again. Traveling down her inner thigh unsure if it was for her or for him. He didn't make it half way down her thigh before she finally climaxed. Her body rose with her hips against his fingers pushing her the limit.
"Let me be your pain junky baby." panting breathlessly. The ideas flooded like a broken dam of the endless possibilities to just mark up her body. He cock twitched uncontrollably with no control damning himself just as he came. He got up from the bed abandoning her as he returned to the bath awaiting him.
"Change the sheets."
The beautiful moment she had just shared with her lover was gone from one second to the next. Whimpering softly unsure what she had caused for him to pull away so coldly made her tear up. The orgasm she had just experienced meant nothing to her if she couldn't have him in her arms. Even for a moment.
Part Two: Hers.
The days started merging together after that night. He was back to his usual narcissistic self and was happily content with the occasional punishment he dwelled on her. Today of all days she was really sore having cleaned the house top to bottom the way he specifically wanted it. Long and hard hours spent bent over or on her knees scrubbing the details down to the tiniest corners. She wasn't sure what the task was supposed to be meant for but she didn't want to ruin his good mood. Not today.
The quietness was deafening with every movement echoed out breaking the silence that ached over her bones but finally finished. "He better be happy..," huffing with a whimper dragging a scaly arm over her forehead. Glancing at the clock that hung on the wall realizing that she still had two hours before he got home. That made her wiggle a bit in her dirty clothes. Putting away the cleaning supplies in the kitchen closet giving the counters one last look over.
Unable to hide her giddiness and excitement scurrying up the stairs peeling off her shirt and bra, every little piece of clothing was tossed over her shoulder onto the floor making a mental note to toss them in the washer later.
"Where did I put my toy?"
Opening and closing the drawers aggravated her further. She would just have to make use of the shower head piece. Just the thought alone was enough to make her toes curl in anticipation. She was getting ahead of herself. It wasn't that she needed to get the edge off her stressful day but some little part of her mind was telling her not to do it. Knowing that Gaelan prefered to take care of her and help her when she needed it.
Even if it was his fault that she was in need of just a little fun. Just to help her stress simmer away. Her world tilted on it's axle instantly and her insides turned all warm and fuzzy like at the thought of him. Time only slowed down as she hovered in exquisite and painful anticipation while waiting for the water to fill the tub. All the things she had been stressing from the cleaning to this moment in the shower simply vanished leaving the intense yearning that felt like a drawn bow.
Stepping in the hot water made it feel like his caresses snaking around her calves going further up as she eased down the tub. The only thing she missed was the feel of his strength in his touch. Though they were not face-to-face, body-to-body, shocks still erupted from every point of contact. Drawing in a deep but quick breath melting into the water swaying away her thoughts.
Sliding her fingers in her white frosty hair trailing down the curve of her neck offering no more than an incoherent murmur in response. She remember their first time. The way he was worried if he would frighten her or push her too far. Her heart nearly stopped as she traced over the sensitive spots on her nipples. She was certain that all she wanted right at that moment just like this one was to find out what it was like to make love with a four horned demon.
She was about to.. about to..
Slowly, very slowly she guided her talons closer to her mound tracing over her pink slit. Caressing the pink folds before pressing down a little more until her finger ran up and down her hooded clit. Her thighs instantly twitched at how sensitive she was, all of those thousands and thousands of nerves hungrily ached for more stimulation. The sensation stole her breath.
Her memories of him flooded her mind especially the first kiss. The way his face moved closer until finally their lips touched. Lightly at first. Then more hungrily until she arched against him, wanting, needing to be closer. His kiss was deep, passionate, foggy minded leaving her dimly aware of her surroundings. No kiss had ever stirred her like this nor made her feel like a prisoner to need.
She gasped desperately for air holding onto that feeling rubbing her clit faster and faster. Using her tail to switch the water back on taking the shower head, setting it to the desired setting before replacing her fingers with those strong jets of water. She didn't want easy. It wasn't the first time that she wanted to be conquered into total submission or be carried like a captive on the feelings that strung the core of her vortex.
Rocking her hips lifting them higher and higher into the little universe of chaos. Angling the head of the shower just right forcing her to grip the edge of the tub. Her moaning chained up growing faster and faster trying to sooth herself into a lower plane of need.
Then she stiffened.
Unmistakably she recalled the way his teeth gently nipped just below her collarbone. Not enough to break through her scales however that nip was the most electrifying thing that coursed between then and now. She heard herself saying.. screaming.. crying..
"Please, Gaelan. Oh, Please!"
In those moments her heart skipped into a faster rhythm, hovering over her ears, was it his heartbeat? She couldn't tell the difference anymore between the real thing and the memory. There seemed to be two heartbeats.
Orgasmic pleasure flooded her entire body. Tensed muscles unraveled shutting the water off tiredly. Looking over the railing of the tub at all the water that had spilled. It was then that she froze. Standing in front of the bathroom counter was her lover staring right at her.
"Don't move," he said huskily. "Whatever you do, don't move."
She gave the barest nod of comprehension stiffening in place. Her mind fogged even more. Fear settled in. Yearning was winning this battle. She was overwhelmed by the fact and sense that he had caught her. They were one. They shared the same beat yet their hearts were independent. His hands stroked kneading her breasts to an aching peak. They needed to unravel from the tension he had created. Kneading and stroking. Kneading and stroking.
His hand slipped down touching between her legs, despite the water he could feel the difference of her juices, it wasn't just her response to her lover. But his. The dual hit of desire, aching, yearning, throbbing for her. Yet he remained in control. That only irritated her. She wanted him to lose control.
She should've been aware that he had alternative motives. Knowing that his touch would be distracting her long enough to have his hand wrap around her neck. She squirmed and pulled away earning her an appealing punishment. She didn't know exactly what he had in mind and before she began to understand she was pinned under water. Chilling to the bone she grew uncomfortable struggling to escape his squeezing grip.
He turned the water on pressing the jets back her clit. Opening her mouth to moan was a mistake as the air escaped her lungs. He enjoyed the entire spectacle. The challenge was to make herself cum just before she lost all consciousness. They had been down this road before. It was humiliating and shameful.
Tick. Tock.
It was when they had a maid and he had punished her in the kitchen. He had found out about the affair she'd been having for the last couple of months It was a stupid mistake and she was humiliated in front of the help. He had shoved the hose up her pussy until it hit her cervix and the ice cold water flooded her insides. The water started at a slow stream until it was gushing out of her, sure it could've been worse had he turned it on full blast right away it might of just killed her right then.
When he was satisfied that her pussy had been cleaned he turned that damned nozzle towards her ass giving it the same treatment. It was extremely uncomfortable but knowing him, he had to have had a raging hard on. That stupid cunt not only was on her knees but sucking him off for at least twenty minutes. She knew better then to turn her face and look. She silently cried listening to each humiliating slurps from the maid's mouth. That fucking whore.
Tick. Tock. Spots started filling her vision and she was quickly getting tired..
Her master, her very lover was far from done that day. He didn't let the maid have a taste of his cum.. yet. No instead he waited until he moved her into position for an hours worth of whipping. She was fully tortured by the single tailed whip that sliced over her ass. It was not a fast whipping. He paused after every strike letting the pain set in. Then he would apply the next one. By the time he finished her back was laced with welts and tiny cuts from the back of her knees to her shoulders. He spared the areas over her kidneys to be sure that he didn't hurt her internally. That was his only mercy.
The concentration on her ass and upper thighs would have plenty of reminder every time she sat down. The cost of getting fucked to ease her lust was deadly. Between every one of those breaks she had heard him mumble 'stop' telling the maid to stop sucking him so he wouldn't blow his load. Every now and then she did enjoy this as much as the next girl.
It was sort of like floating and a hard hit on reality when that cold water mixed in with her juices. Yes she was turned on. Just when she thought that he was done and he was finally giving her mercy. That her punishment was done. He had made that fucking little cunt rub her back, ass, thighs and everything in between with lemon wedges. The pain was excruciating. Her screams were ignored. Lemon after lemon to torture her further. She remember his words and the fair warning that if she had given into her lust he would whip her unmercifully.
He had fulfilled his promise in spades. Finally releasing her long enough to slide his hand through her hair dragging her to the several white globs on the kitchen floor. She was forced to lick it all up like some fucking dog. While she licked his wonderful gift from the floor he felt the need to piss on her back. Her torment and humiliation was complete.
Tick. Tock. She came.
He finally let her come up for air. Sobbing and shaking in the tub, "I'm sorry.. I'm.. sorry.. Please.."
Her pathetic attempts and cries fell on deaf ears as he walked away from her yet again. She had disappointed him. Failed him today of all days. Their anniversary. When she finally did get out of the tub left to her sobbing it was then that she saw the roses. The bags of clothes he had bought for her...
Part Three: His.
It's been two weeks since their anniversary. Two solid weeks of silence. Perhaps he had been too cruel. He didn't show her often enough that he loved her. That day was supposed to be a surprise but she just had to go and ruin it.
Her damn impatience. Sleep wasn't coming that night for him either. It's been that way for the last couple of weeks. Tossing and turning to the point where he would just leave her the bed and he would enjoy a late night drink. He'd close his eyes and his mind would drift then reality would slam back in. Rolling over yet again he started at the clock. Eleven thirty. Alone with the memories of his woman like the night they first danced.
He was probably there on business. He looked like a businessman, a very prosperous one by the looks of his steampunk suit and the manner he carried himself. He moved like a man who owned the world and everything in it, like a man who'd had nothing denied to him, a man whose passion was only just contained.
He held her firmly to his chest keeping her on the dance floor. He didn't want to cause a scene and neither did she yet she slowly pulled her arm from his grasp. Remembering how eager she had been to return to her little friend, it irritated him the moment she turned her back to him. He could almost sense her racing heart, the fear that he poured into her scales. It was enough to make her bolt that evening, for a minute and only a minute she regretted having done so.
It was intimidating for her. The way serious intentions radiated from him as strongly like his body heat. How was it possibly for her to be wet? Surely those thoughts lingered briefly before he yanked her by the waist into a dark alleyway. The scream in her throat said it all, forcing his solid hand to clamp over her mouth and his chest to press against her back.
"I would never hurt you, Shade." The whisper traveled down the curve of her ear watching her with pure silence. "I admire your spirit, my love." He continued. "But tonight, you cannot fight me. You are meant to come home with me." It was the last thing she had remembered that night.
When she had opened her eyes finding a solid white ceiling staring back at her. There was a mysterious aura around the solid white ceiling. It felt warm. Stretching her hands across the enormous bed she came to realize that the other side of the bed had been just as messy. Panic flooded her as she lifted the sheets, thankfully she had still been wearing clothes. It wasn't her clothes. His. His scent was strongly embedded in the material.
"Morning," the soft yet masculine voice said. Her kidnapper from the night before was pulling a dark red shirt over his cut abs. The world went fuzzy. Her brain lulled back towards the black sleep that brought her here. Turning her head to the side seeing the dark wood bedside table. Her black and red glasses laid there next to a pair of handcuffs. The kind of handcuffs that had the silkiest cloth around them. She hadn't heard him move but when she looked up he was staring down at her with the most seductive smile.
He had enjoyed that she spent the night sleeping and that she had drifted back again. He stood there for a long minute just watching her sleep. Her lips fell open slightly with a light smile. Her body moved up and down with every slow breath.
Her dragoness beauty really shined.
Leaning down he stole a kiss from her full lips stirring her back awake. Caressing his claws over her jawline bringing her back to his lips as she pulled away. He deepened it passionately stealing her breath slowly. His lips slowly brushed over her lips lingering in the passion. He turned his attention to her jawline nibbling and placing little pecks following down the curve of her neck. He took his time exploring her weak points, where she would create a sweet melody for him, teasing her a little longer.
Taking the edge of the shirt from her curvy body lifting it high enough for his palm to rub over her smooth scales reaching her perky breast. Circling the tip of his dark claw around her nipple sensually feeling the eager perk press against her bra. Her body stretched up pressing against his. Molding her perfectly under him with his lips reconnecting to hers. "I bet you love that," Cooing softly as he carefully removed every piece of clothing.
That night he made true love to her. Slow. Passionate. What every woman secretly desired. It was the first night he claimed and made his way into her heart. The alarm had started ringing loud and clear forcing his thoughts and memories to vanish. Looking over at his sleeping mate he moved carefully against the bed in hopes to not wake her just yet.
She was a piece of art. He was going to caress every inch of her body. Scales like hers was stroked by the white glow of the moon with a delicate diamond luminosity. This was simply building up the tension between the two. Building the sex past just the love making.
"I want you, Shade." He said in a silky tone.
One step after another his hand traveled over the web of her wings waiting for her to awaken and respond. It had only been four in the morning giving her only hours to recover.
"I want you, too." An achy whisper left her lips. His fur rubbed against her stretched fingers just as she wrapped them in her wings urging him to go the rest of the way. Her sleepy glow caused his cock to stir and press against her treasured heat. He couldn't rush this perfection. Her wings tickled his back and sides in the most delicious way, almost as soft as silk.
He couldn't help himself anymore, he pressed his lips to hers, feeding her a soft decadent kiss of comfort branding her mind to never forget.
"I li-.. love this," she said.
In the ensuing hours he explored every inch of her, slowly, diligently. Learning her. Nothing between them was taboo, nothing was wrong, nothing was enough. All she could do was cry out at the incredible pleasure. He was hesitant to change the game at first, careful with his hands and his soft caresses. But just as he kept himself in check his lust was ten times stronger. His grip becoming stronger as he kneaded her breasts.
His fingers were used down her stomachs center until he reached lower. Realization set in her golden dragon eyes that she could do something more then cry out at the pleasure. She could writhe. She could claw at his back drawing blood into his precious fur. She did just that.
"Sorry." She gasped.
"I'm not." A guttural tone. Earth-shattering. "Do it again.. and .. again."
She wanted. She needed him, only him, but he'd stilled severing all contact. He could already hear her whiny tone begging for him to explain why. He was soon enough on his knees staring up at her... and licking his lips.
"Gaelan..?"
He leaned up, and oh, it was like he'd started all over again because he was once again learning her body only this time with- his mouth. He kissed every inch managing to wring one orgasm after another from her until she was begging him to stop.
He stopped, all right.. to reposition himself, pinning her to the bed with his weight.
"Shh.. No words.. Can tell you.. Loved." The rumbling need sprang from deep inside of his chest as he next devoured her mouth, slanting his head this way and that to taste her from every possible angle. The fire between her legs burned hotter just as her pleasure intensified. Her entire world would become focused on the very man that so devoted his attention to her body.
"Touch me love."
He hadn't used her name but a token of affection. An endearment but a curse and a prayer all the same. A command that still lingered in her ears and a command she heeded. As slowly and as intently as he'd learned her body she now learned his. And because nothing had been taboo between them she very much enjoying every touch, every lick that she gave. His moans were her encouragement. His strength delighted her. The way his fur rubbed against her scales were tantalizing.
He was beautiful and perfect for a four horned demon. Her demon. Every brush of her fingers against him, every glide of her mouth against him was a revelation. This was the way sex was supposed to be, never mind that they weren't going to go further. This was exactly what he did to show her that he loved her. That had been the first and the second time. Finally, when he could stand no more, he fisted her hair guiding her mouth back to his. She stretched out besides him giving him one kiss, two, then peered down at him. As lost to the passion as he was, he no longer was the self pompitous, polished demon she was used to dealing in the short time. He was tousled. he was tense. He was snipping and snarling rubbing against her.
"I want you to feel the pleasure again. A different pleasure." He gritted..
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The alarm clock was intruding in his memories and he was left back in bed with the woman he loved. He had planned to keep her close today. To caress and touch her every chance he could. Seeking to undo her like those nights. For now breakfast in bed.
The end.
Story was written as a personal treasure for Shade Blackscale as a reminder of all the memories to come.
Written by Driana Le Souris.