The dragon leaned close, his breath dancing over my lips. “You swing your cock like a club in this bathhouse, bludgeoning anyone and anything that shows the slightest bit of interest. And it’s gone to your head. You are an insufferable egotistical nightmare with no technique and no finesse.” He glanced down at my cock, still throbbing between my legs. “A large cock is the only thing you have to offer.”
I stared at him, not sure if I was turned on or pissed off. Probably a bit of both if I was being honest. Who was he to tell me that I was what? Bad at sex? I had tons of clients. I made my entire living off of my body in one way or another. What the hell did he know?
“But,” he said, looking me in the eye. “I can offer totrainyou. To help you be a better lover.”
I scoffed. "Train me? Are you serious right now?"
The dragon's amber eyes gleamed with amusement. "Completely serious. You have potential. Raw, unrefined potential. But you're wasting it."
"I make thousands of dollars fucking people," I shot back. "I think I know what I'm doing."
"You make thousands of dollars fucking desperate, wealthy people who don't know any better," he corrected. "That doesn't mean you're good at it. It means you've found a market niche."
I stood up, my pride stinging worse than if he'd slapped me across the face. "Listen, I didn't come here to be insulted by some overgrown lizard."
"Dragon," he corrected, his voice eerily calm. "And you came here looking for validation, which I'm not giving you. That's what's really bothering you."
I wanted to storm off, but something kept me rooted to the spot. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the fact that no one had ever spoken to me like this before.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to regain some control of the conversation.
"Azurel," he replied. "Though I doubt you'll remember it, given how self-absorbed you are."
"I'm not—" I started, then stopped myself. This was going nowhere. "You know what? Forget it. Enjoy your book."
I turned to leave, but his tail snaked around my wrist, holding me in place. Not painfully, but firmly enough that I couldn't easily break free.
"I'm offering you something valuable," Azurel said, his voice lowering to a rumble that vibrated through my chest. "The chance to be truly exceptional, not just adequately endowed."
I looked down at his tail wrapped around my wrist, then back at his face. "And what do you get out of it?"
A smile spread across his reptilian features, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Entertainment. It's been decades since I've taken on a project."
"A project?" I repeated, anger flaring again. "I'm not some fuckinghobby."
"No," he agreed, releasing my wrist. "You're a sexually active human with an inflated ego and mediocre skills who could be somuch more. The question is… do you want to be more, or are you content with being just another big dick in a bathhouse? Because someday, I guarantee you, someone will have abiggerone. Then you’ll be nothing.”
I should have told him to fuck off. Should have walked away and found someone who appreciated what I had to offer. Instead, I heard myself asking, "What would thistraininginvolve?"
Azurel's eyes lit up with genuine interest for the first time since I'd approached him. "First, you'd have to agree to follow my instructions without question. Second, you'd need to commit to regular sessions. And no, they won't all be sexual. Third, you need to admit you’re not the gods gift to this planet.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped. Fuck, this was humiliating. I had clients who worshiped the ground I walked on, who begged for my attention, who paid obscene amounts of money just to have me look in their direction. And yet here I was, being told I was mediocre by some ancient lizard.
"I'm... not..." The words stuck in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Azurel raised what I assumed was an eyebrow. "Can't even admit it? Perhaps I've overestimated you after all."
"Fine," I muttered, the word barely audible.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Azurel leaned closer, cupping a clawed hand around where his ear would be if he had one. "I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your ego deflating."
"I said fine!" I snapped, lowering my voice when I realized people were starting to stare. "I'm not... I might not be as good as I think I am. Happy?"
Azurel's lips curled into what might have been a smile. "It's a start. Now you must agree to regular sessions with me and to do what I say without question.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Yes. I agree. You happy now?” God this lizard was irritating. “Anything else you need from me?”
“Yes,” Azurel nodded. “I need you allow me to fuck you.”
