Page 32 of The Dragon’s Good Girl

“Yes, sir.”

I undo the fastening and ease the skirt down over her hips, letting her steady herself against me as she steps out of it. Her underwear follows, and once she’s completely bare, I take her hand and lead her toward the bed.

She sits when I guide her down, then lets me ease her back against the pillows. I settle beside her, giving her a moment to get comfortable before I draw her closer.

“Part of your reward is that I’m going to edge you tonight,” I tell her, watching her face. “I’ll bring you close to coming, then make you wait for it, as many times as I decide. If it stops feeling good, you say yellow and we slow down, red and it ends. Color, Angel?”

Her breath is already unsteady. “Green, sir.”

She’s soaking wet, her pussy slick and ready for me, and the possessive, primal part of my dragon roars in my chest. It takes every ounce of my centuries-old control not to just bury my face in her and devour her right then. When I part her, my thumb finds her swollen clit. She jerks like I’ve put a live wire to her skin, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips.

“Easy, Angel.” I circle the hard nub, slow and deliberate, my fingertip radiating my dragon’s heat into her. “I’ve got you.”

I slide one finger into her tight, wet heat, then a second, stretching her. She whimpers, her hips already lifting from the bed, chasing the pressure. I curl my fingers, dragging them against the nub of her G-spot, and a strangled cry rips from her throat. I fuck her with my hand, fast and hard, faster than she’s braced for, until she’s clenching around me, her spine bowing off the bed, right on the precipice—

And I stop. My hand goes perfectly still inside her.

She sobs, a broken, frustrated sound. Her hips buck against my motionless hand, chasing a friction that isn’t there. “No... Please!”

“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a low growl. I pull my fingers out just enough to leave her aching before slowly pushing back in. “Remember what I told you last week, Angel? You didn’t have to earn it then. Today you do—and I’ll tell you when you can come.”

“Please—” The word is a raw wound, torn from a place of pure, desperate need. That sound—her begging—stokes the beast in me. The part of me that wants to own her pleasure, to be the sole arbiter of her release.

I bring her back to that razor’s edge again, and again, my fingers buried deep inside her pussy, my thumb a ruthless brand on her clit. I hold her there until her body is shaking apart, until “please” is a frantic, breathless chant that she gasps like she’s stopped expecting it to work.

Then I hook her thighs over my shoulders, exposing her completely. I bury my face in her pussy, dragging a deep breath of her scent—pure, aroused woman. The first taste of her on my tongue drags a guttural growl from my chest. I lick into her, lapping at her before sucking her hard, swollen clit into my mouth. Her hands fly into my hair, gripping tight, her knuckles white. I’m relentless. I read every twitch of her hips, every hitched breath, and each time her orgasm crests, I ease the pressure of my mouth just enough to let it fall away, forcing her to chase it, to strain against me until her heels are digging into my back and her whole body is pulled tight as a wire.

“Now,” I command, my mouth pressed against her. “Come for me, Margot.”

She comes hard.

And then she laughs.

Her laughter catches me off guard. It bursts out of her, breathless and completely unguarded, pulled from her by more pleasure than she knows what to do with, and I feel it somewhere deep beneath my ribs. The same dragon that has torched cities, slept on mountains of gold, and watched kings rise and fall practically curls up inside me at the sound of Margot laughing.

I could listen to that sound forever and not once tire of it.

She’s still catching her breath when she starts to sit up. I move with her, turning to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. Margot follows, sliding off the mattress before lowering herself to her knees in the space between my legs.

Her hands go to my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. She looks up at me, her face still flushed, a slightly triumphant smile pulling at her mouth. “Can I? I want to—”

I catch her hands, my instincts warring with what I’m seeing in her eyes. “You don’t have to. This is about you, Angel.”

She doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t drop her gaze. “I know.” Her thumb moves over the thick leather of my belt, a slow, deliberate caress. “I want to.”

The distinction undoes me.

Not I should. Not it’s only fair. Not the reflexive surrender. I want to. She isn’t collapsing. This is an offering, not an obligation.

I let go of her hands.

She gets my belt unbuckled and moves straight to the fastening of my pants, her earlier fumbling replaced by an eagerness that makes my cock throb. She frees me from my pants, my erection springing forward, thick and heavy. I’m considerably larger than a human male, and Margot’s reaction tells me she wasn’t prepared for the difference. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, lingering for several seconds before slowly lifting to mine, the question clear on her face. I hold her gaze for a moment before giving her a slow nod.

She leans in, but the first attempt makes her pause. I’m too thick for her to comfortably get her mouth around me without adjusting, and she pulls back for a second before trying again, taking her time until her lips stretch around the head of my cock. A low growl rumbles through my chest before I can hold it back.

Margot startles and begins to pull away, but then she looks up and catches the pleasure on my face. Whatever she sees there changes something. The uncertainty in her expression eases, and when she lowers her mouth again, she’s more confident, using her tongue and taking only as much of me as she comfortably can.

My hands fist in the sheets. She starts a slow, steady rhythm, her gaze locked on mine, and I watch her watch me come undone. She’s learning my body, discovering what makes me groan, the way her hand wrapping around my shaft while she sucks makes my hips buck. She is taking her pleasure from mine, and the shift in power is the most exquisite fucking thing I have ever felt. She is claiming me, and the dragon in me wants to let her have anything she wants.