Hell right, it is!
And since I agreed with her, some anger returned. I’d been allowed to feel that one.
“Please,” I asked politely, which should have galled me. “I humbly ask you to remove this binding.”
Both she and the dragon looked at me like I had two heads.
“Wow… is the binding making you… nice?” she asked. She didn’t have to make it sound like such a foreign concept.
“Yes,” I answered honestly. “My fury has been… quelled.”
Her eyes went wide and she gave a nervous little laugh. “Huh, didn’t know I could do that. Sorry. Ah… let me try and undo it again.”
She touched me once more.
Without my fury, other emotions took its place. Her soft hands, cupping my face, drew forth a pleasant warmth, a soft arousal. I certainly couldn’t deny her strength now, not after she’d subdued me like a meek little lamb. And her beauty was… rather awe-inspiring, now that I was calm enough to see it and bask in it.
The truly strange part was, when I questioned myself and these feelings, wondering if they were part of the binding, I discovered… they weren’t. She was not making me desire her. That was all me.
Her power flowed again. This time, she added words.
“I release you,” she whispered. “You can feel what you like and do as you like.”
Nothing.
“Come on!” she hissed.
The words may have been an expression of her desire to free me, but no words were needed to make or break a binding, just intent.
More power flowed into me, and I was a little startled at the scale of her abilities. She was far stronger than me. I should have expected as much. I’d assumed I was roughly as strong as Saldrea, though I’d never had a chance to test myself against the false princess. And Izzy had easily defeated Saldrea, so of course her power would exceed mine.
Still.
This woman’s power was…
…turning me on.
Fuck. No.I didn’t want a strong woman. Well, I did, but I wanted a strong woman who willingly submitted to me and let me control her. It had to be that way, so I could be sure she’d never betray me.
“Come on!” Izzy grunted and even more power flowed into me.
Something snapped.
All my fury came rushing back in a flood so powerful it physically pushed me away from Izzy. I screamed in rage, not even having the words to convey how fucking pissed I was.
And as thankful as I was that Izzy had let me go, I was also going to teach her a lesson about controlling another.
“I’m going to…” I growled, but I couldn’t finish that sentence. As blindingly enraged as I was, I couldn’t focus that fury on her. I couldn’t hurt her. Only part of the binding had been undone.
“Fuck, you only removed part of it!” I roared. “Let me go!”
“Well, your emotions are back. Yay?” she said, with atired smile. “Sorry, but I tried as hard as I could to remove the binding, the rest… seems stuck for some reason.”
Stuck?
Stuck!
“You’d better find a way to unstick it, fast!” I screamed at her, then since looking at her was only inducing more fury — and giving me a headache because I couldn’t act on it — I stormed out.
