“Eyes on me, pet.”
She lifted her eyes to him and everything got a lot more simple. His golden gaze held her as he extended his fingers, another little morsel for her stomach. She took it without teeth and swallowed it down, still looking at him.
She needed him. He was like magnetic north, giving her some way to orient herself in this strange world where she was an enemy of the state. It was too big a burden for an eighteen-year-old to bear on her own. If not for him, she would have crumbled. She could never have stood being imprisoned alone for years. She could never have managed the solitude and isolation. His taking her had been a mercy of sorts, one she couldn’t yet bring herself to thank him for, but one she knew she owed him for.
“I won’t bite again,” she promised softly.
He quirked a brow and wiped his fingers on a napkin. “We will see, pet. Come up here.”
She slid up onto the bed, emitting a soft whimper as he took hold of her and guided her to lay face down across the soft coverlet. His hand ran down her back, over her lower cheeks and slapped her lightly. He seemed to be waiting for something, though she really didn’t know what. For long minutes, he spanked her gently, making her rear sting without making it really hurt.
A knock at the door drew Vitomir from the bed. There was some quiet murmuring at the door and then he returned, his hand full of leather straps with silver buckles and something else she couldn’t quite make out.
“Stay face down, pet,” he ordered. “Eyes front.”
She felt him move her hair out of the way, and then begin to apply the straps to her body, buckling them together so that they formed a lattice across her naked form. He rolled her from her front over to her back, lacing the straps around her breasts after the fashion of a very minimalist bra. When all was done, straps ran from her head and shoulders, around her breasts, down her stomach between her legs, and up the crevice of her rear. Every sensitive erogenous zone was touched by the harness, which culminated in a strap that ran between her teeth, effectively gagging her.
“That will keep my boots safe,” he murmured, tightening the straps until she felt held very snugly and secure. It was not clothing in any sense of the word, it did not cover, and as she squirmed beneath his touch, she felt the subtle way it rubbed her swollen pussy, the leather straps around her breasts holding them high, putting her pink nipples on display.
He toyed with them a little, teasing them into erectness before adding a little extra surprise—two little clamps that clipped over the buds, holding them quite firmly. She let out a gasp through the gag and put her hands up to stop him, but Vitomir tutted and swatted her hands away.
“Hands and knees,” he ordered. “Knees spread.”
Lilly took up the position with another little whimper of complaint. She did not know what was in store for her, but she knew it was unlikely to be pleasant. He had some twisted plan in mind; that much was obvious.
The straps across her bottom were pulled apart in such a way that they contrived to hold her cheeks spread open. She let out a groan through the gag as she felt the air on her sore pussy and the tight little bud of her ass.
“Look at that pussy,” he murmured. “You will need a day or so to recover, I think, pet. I’ve ravaged you quite thoroughly.”
His apparent mercy did not stop him from running his fingertip lightly over her clit, tapping it, then returning to his task. He took something from a drawer and a moment later, Lilly felt something cool and slippery slide against her bottom hole.
She was not sheltered. She knew what anal sex was. A tremor ran through her at the idea of taking a dragon there. He was far too big and she had never… she whimpered and pulled her hips away, only to be yanked back firmly by one of the straps, her bottom slapped firmly.
“Stay still,” he growled.
It was almost impossible to stay still as he started to work his finger against her bottom, pushing the lubricating oil against the tight muscle. Whenever she squirmed, he growled at her, spanked her butt, and returned to the task. It took several long minutes for him to breach the ring of muscle, at which point Lilly let out a loud whine and jerked away, unwilling to submit easily to this intrusion.
“It will only hurt if you stay so tense,” he said, spanking her again. “This is one finger. You will take much more than this. Breathe deep and relax your bottom.”
She growled and pulled harder away from him, attempting an escape across the bed. Not because it hurt, but because feeling her bottom hole being played with made her feel utterly and totally helpless. Did he truly think she would hold herself there and quietly let him just take her ass? There was nothing dirtier or more embarrassing than that.
Vitomir caught her by the harness and pulled her back down again. Now she was flat against the bed, her clamped nipples pressed against the coverlet as Vitomir pinned her by the back of the neck and spanked her in earnest, whipping her leather harnessed bottom hard and fast until she cried hot tears.
As she started to sob, he pulled the gag from her mouth and glowered down at her. “What is it, pet? Speak!”
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
“It hurts because you’ve been bucking and resisting and acting like a little brat,” he said. “What I was doing can feel very good if you don’t clench and flail.”
“I have no reason to lie to you,” he growled. “You’re being disobedient.”
“You’re putting things in my butt!”
“I am,” he said, shaking his head as he held her firmly in place. “And you deserve every bit of it.”
When eighteen-year-old Lilly enters the Dragon Realm for the first time after years of training under the watchful eye of her outcast father, she immediately seeks vengeance against the ruler who banished him. To her shock and dismay, however, her plan is easily thwarted by the king’s most trusted ally, High Lord Vitomir, and Lilly soon finds herself stripped bare and helplessly restrained as she is interrogated and punished by her stern, handsome captor.
To atone for her crime, Lilly is given to Vitomir to be corrected and trained, and he quickly sets about teaching his new pet her place. She is made to wear a collar and tail, kept naked and on display in a cage, and punished in the most shameful ways imaginable whenever she dares to defy her new master. But despite everything, Lilly cannot deny her body’s response to Vitomir’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her at last she is left utterly spent and satisfied.
As she learns the truth about her father’s treachery, Lilly begins to realize the extent to which she has been lied to throughout her life. But when his scheming threatens to reignite the war between men and dragons, will Lilly be prepared to do whatever is necessary to stop him?