The Claiming of The Reluctant Dragon (Pt. 2)

Don’t look at Me like that…if you want the first part…you’ll have to go back in time…

*Closing the freezer and looking at him squirm on the floor…placing the ice cube tray at his side, so he can almost feel the cold tingle his flesh. I stand above him, removing My clothes slowly, first My top…exposing My erect nipples…then My bottom…slinking My pants down My smooth legs, touching them all the while. Stepping out of My pants I trace a finger to the swollen sex between My things…parting My lips with My fingertips, I notice My wetness…

…stradling his waist I reach for the ice tray, My clit resting on his hardness. I slip My middle finger on one end of the cube, forcing the other end to pop from the tray…I grab the morsel of ice and slip it into My mouth, bending down to meet his flesh. I trail the ice from his neck down…around his erect nipples…drenching the hair that forms his ‘snail trail’ and tracing an outline of his sex. I take him into My mouth, the ice still melting around his warmth…feeling him grow harder still…

I swallow hard. The ice melted, his skin warm against My lips. I retract and leave the room for a bit, letting him struggle against the restraints, unable to touch himself…releive his burning.

I return with a toy he knows nothing about. Made of leather…the tassles that flow freely from it are braided. I watch his chest rise and fall in anticipation…I whisper ‘Trust Me…’

I lay the flogger aside for a moment…laying My right hand upon his tight stomach, and slipping My left just under his ass. I flip him easily, making him lie on his front, his hands criss-crossed with the handcuffs still tight to the table legs. I admire his back, sleek…smooth skin just craving My touch. I lightly rake My fingernails back and forth across his flesh, feeling him tense beneath Me…My left hand reaches for the prop…tightly gripping it’s handle and bringing the switches swift across his skin…

I watch his back arch as the the leather kisses his skin…his head flexing upwards toward the ceiling as he lets a moan escape his lips. I can’t tell if he loves it or hates it…still remembering that he deserves this…I bring it down a little lower, across the small of his back, then again on his tight ass…watching him squirm and reflex…pulling himself on his knees…his nose grinded into the floor, trying to supress the groans inside of him.

I reach underneath and grab him, stroking his hardness in My hands. Realizing he must not hate it all that much, since he is this turned on. I keep stroking him, the harder he gets…teasing the head with My fingertips. I slip My head beneath his body and take him into My mouth again…My sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of his ass. I move My head in the rhythm of his hips…only for a bit…then I stand above him again.*

To be continued…in part three….