Climbing onto the bed, Dragon placed his knees on either side of Cassandra’s head, removed the gag, and then positioned his already achingly hard tip against her lips. Before he went any further, he paused to check her gaze, to confirm this was still what she wanted. She had a safe word and a signal in case her mouth was otherwise occupied, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to check in constantly to make sure she was okay.
When he saw nothing but hunger and desire flaming in her green depths, he tangled his fingers in her long locks and pressed into the warmth of her mouth. Since he knew she didn't want gentle, that she wanted to be used and controlled, Dragon let himself fall into a rhythm, taking her mouth hard and fast, while maintaining enough cognizance to ensure that he didn't hurt her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her skin reddened further as she couldn’t draw in as much air, and her hips buckled wildly behind him as she sought a release that wasn't coming yet. But throughout it all, he saw the arousal in her eyes and knew she was as into this as he was.
More so.
As he came down her throat, he kept himself there until he was sure she had swallowed every last drop before slowly pulling out.
“Ready to beg yet, little rabbit?” he asked as he moved down her body until he was kneeling between her spread legs.
“I need … I need to come,” she whimpered.
Flicking his fingertips against her swollen bundle of nerves, Dragon shook his head. “That’s not begging, little rabbit, and you know it. If you want to come, you have to beg for it, that was our deal.”
“Your deal.” She huffed.
“You were the one who woke up wanting to play,” he reminded her as he pinched her bud hard enough to make her squeak, her hips instinctively attempting to draw away, but he maintained his hold and began to roll her bud between his fingers.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” he taunted, pressing the palm of his hand against the bottom of the toy and shifting it inside her, making Cassandra’s eyes roll back.
“Please let me come.”
“Are you begging me, little rabbit?”
“Y-yes. Please, I'm begging, I need to come, I want to come, please, Dragon, let me come,” she pleaded, and the scent of her arousal hung so heavily in the air that he was powerless to do anything other than give her what she needed.
Easing the toy out, he shut it off and tossed it aside, then pressed his nose to her center and dragged in a deep breath. This scent right here, this complete and utter trust Cassandra was offering him, was what he wanted to cement in his mind. Any time he doubted himself, that he could be what she wanted, needed, he wanted to remember this moment.
At the first swipe of his tongue, her hips flew off the bed, and he pressed a hand to her stomach, holding her in place as he feasted. Keeping his touch light and slow, he worked her higher and higher. On the pillow, her head began to thrash, her fingers were curled into fists, her hips would have rocked if she were able to, and rambled pleas fell from her lips, growing increasingly desperate as he took his time.
Licking, sucking, nipping, Dragon devoured what was his, and when he was ready, he scraped his teeth against her bud, and she exploded as a powerful orgasm rushed through her. Even without Blade in the house, he was pretty sure everybody else had heard her scream as her release tore through her.
Suckling her gently through the aftershocks, when she went limp on the mattress, Dragon moved, untying the ropes, inspecting her wrists for any signs of damage to her skin beneath the bandages, and then gathering her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom so he could clean her up.
“Thank you,” she whispered, touching a kiss to his cheek as he cradled her in his arms.
“For what?”
“Giving me exactly what I need and want. For being more than I could ever hope for.”
Her words, so honest and true, sank deep into his soul, smoothing out all the hardness he’d had to learn to create in order to survive. Cassandra thought he was the one who had given her what she needed and wanted, but she was the one who had given him everything.
She had saved him from himself.
January 10th
4:55 P.M.
Standing at the tree line, Cassandra watched the house.
Sooner or later, Dragon would notice she wasn't in it, and as soon as he did, she planned on running.
Nothing and no one was going to steal her newfound joy of sex. She’d only just reclaimed that side of herself, and she wasn't going to let her would-be abductor steal that from her.
No way.
