“What?!” I scoffed. “Right now?”
“Right now.”
“But I… I don’t bottom…”
“Then you’ll never be a good top,” he replied without hesitation. “If you don’t know how good it can feel, how can you hope to provide the same level of pleasure to someone else?”
“I… I don’t…”
Azurel let out a long, warm sigh. “If you can’t even do this one thing, then you’re not cut out to be my pupil.” He leaned back on the bed, reaching for his book. “Leave and don’t bother me again.”
My hand slapped down on his book, pulling it away before I could stop myself. “I’m no quitter,” I growled, tossing the book away. “And I’m not going to let you win.”
“Interesting motivation,” he grinned. “But if that’s what motivates you tonight, so be it. We’ll fix that in time too.”
He reached up, pulling a rope at the corner of the large four poster bed. All the heavy curtains let go at once, swinging into place and blocking out the rest of the room.
“There,” he said, sliding higher on the bed. “Now we can work without an audience.”
The curtains, surprisingly, cut out almost all the ambient noise from the room around us. Little sounds got through here and there, but they were too muffled to make out what they were. I suddenly felt very alone and exposed and vulnerable. Definitely not a feeling I was used to.
The dragon's amber eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit space behind the curtains. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure.
"So... how does this work?" I asked, hating how uncertain my voice sounded. "I've never... I mean, I don't usually..."
"Clearly," Azurel said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the mattress beneath us. "First, come closer."
I hesitated for a moment before sliding up the bed toward him. His scales glimmered in the low light, dark blue like the deepest parts of the ocean.
"Lie on your back," he instructed.
"Wait, shouldn't we... I don't know, talk first or something?" I wasn't stalling. Idefinitelywasn't stalling.
Azurel tilted his head, regarding me with an expression that somehow managed to be both amused and disappointed at the same time.
"I thought you weren't a quitter," he said. "Already having second thoughts?"
"No," I replied quickly, too quickly. "Just... making conversation."
"The time for conversation has passed. Now is the time for you to learn." He gestured again to the center of the bed. "On your back, Lance."
The way he said my name sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I did as I was told, lying back against the plush bedding, my cock still semi-hard despite my nerves. The ceiling above us was mirrored, I realized suddenly. I could see myself, looking smaller than I ever had before next to Azurel's massive form.
"Good," Azurel said, moving to kneel between my legs. "Now, tell me how you prepare your partners."
"What?"
"When you're about to fuck someone," he clarified, his clawed hands resting lightly on my thighs, "how do you prepare them?"
"I mean... lube? Fingers? The usual stuff." I shrugged, trying to sound casual even as his claws traced patterns on my skin.
"Show me," he said, reaching beside the bed and producing a bottle of something that looked like oil. "Prepare yourself as you would prepare one of your clients."
I took the bottle from him, my hands embarrassingly unsteady. "You want me to finger myself? While you watch?"
"Yes." His expression was unreadable. "Unless you'd prefer I do it for you."
The thought of those clawed hands anywhere near my ass made the decision easy. "I'll do it."
