“Silence,” he growled, approaching her again. “You talk too much and you say too little.”
She scrambled backwards, but he simply took hold of her left ankle and dragged her back toward the rear post of the bed. He was prepared, she noted. The long leather lashes wrapped around his wrists were unfurled to become shackles for her body. He was not merely content with tying her ankles and wrists to the bedposts either. Once she was subdued he fastened a loop of leather about her neck, creating a collar, and to that collar he joined a long leash, the end of which he wrapped around his hand. It was an unnecessary extra step to take; she already could not move for being bound. But perhaps he knew how that collar would make her feel, the thick band across her neck giving her a deep sense of being suddenly and thoroughly owned.
The dragon stood over her, his cock intimidatingly erect as he ran the tips of several of the remaining leather lashes down the length of her quivering belly, gently tugging on the leash with the other.
“Answer my questions,” he said, “and you will be rewarded with pleasure. Lie to me and you will feel only pain.”
“You have no way of knowing what is true and what isn’t,” she pointed out, panting in her vulnerable position.
“I will know. Your body will tell me,” he replied, letting the tips of the leather slide down toward the prominent rise of her lower lips covered in red curling down. “And it is a very beautiful body,” he added, almost in spite of himself. There was an expression of desire and admiration in his eyes that made Kate feel vulnerable and aroused at the same time.
“Please let me go,” she moaned softly. “I’m not here to cause any harm, I promise.”
“Look at me.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered softly.
The leather snapped through the air and landed with a sting between her thighs, catching her down-covered lips with a stroke that was not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to get her attention. She gasped and stared at him in shock, his golden gaze meeting hers with a stern smirk.
“You see, you can, when you have the right stimulation.”
She blushed hard enough that it was not just her face that went red, but her cleavage as well. Her squirming attempts to cover her body were of course totally useless. All she was achieving was displaying herself more erotically for the dragon who had taken her prisoner.
“Let us begin again,” he said, more calmly now that he had her under total control. “What is your name?”
“Kate Ferrier,” she said, her words catching in her throat as the leather lashes traced over her body.
“Who sent you here, Kate?”
“I sent myself here.”
The lash trailed down her stomach and dipped between her thighs, the leather running along the slit of her sex.
“You insist on that lie,” he said. “But nobody can create a rift between the worlds on their own.”
“I can,” she said, her hips squirming as she looked into his eyes with a desperate gaze. “I’ve been working on it for a long time. The physics was settled before the war. It was just a matter of containing a smaller, more controlled reaction.”
His brows quirked and the tip of the leather performed a circle around her clit. “Why?”
It was almost impossible to remember, to concentrate, to form words, but she had to or she knew that the lash would return, possibly harder.
“I… ummmm… needed to see this place for myself.”
The lash slid lower, drifting over her inner thighs, back and forth like a sensual pendulum.
“I just had to,” she moaned. “I don’t… I can’t explain it. Please… you have to believe me.”
Perhaps it was the note of desperation in her voice that made the dragon drop the lash, but not the leash. He kept the latter firmly in his hand as he crouched down on the bed, his fingers tracing down her belly and stopping just short of her soft mound.
“You have come a very long way for something you can’t explain,” he murmured, caressing her prone body with a gentle, appreciative touch. He wasn’t giving up his line of questioning, she realized. He was just changing tactics. He had denied her all modesty physically, and he seemed to be just as intent on laying her mind bare as well.
She squirmed and moaned as his hand moved down further and cupped her sex, handling her with a mastery that left her weak to his charms. It was as though he had total claim to her body, his fingers tracing a gentle path between her lips, the folds of her sex flowering with the dew of her juices as he began to tease her, the lash in his other hand and now trailing across the underside of her breasts.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she murmured.
“I don’t want you thinking,” he replied. “I want you telling me the truth.”
“I have,” she moaned as he massaged her pussy, his middle finger finding the wet entrance of her body. “Oh, god… I have.”
“Hmm,” he mused, sliding his thick digit in slowly until it met the barrier of her hymen. “What is this, you are closed…”
“I haven’t been with a man before.”
The finger slid away and he looked at her with an expression of wonder and concern. “But you are mature…”
“How could you be untouched?”
“Not every woman has a partner,” Kate said, her hips arching almost instinctively toward his hand even though it was no longer between her legs.
“Because I had my work… making the portal. I had no time for men.”
“No time for men. And what of the men, they had no time for you? Such a beauty?”
“I’m…” Kate lowered her eyes. “I am not a beauty.”
The dragon’s brows lowered over his magnetic golden gaze and he ran his hand from beneath her breast, over the curve of her waist and hip.
“You are soft, you are curvy, you have delicate skin and lips which pout deliciously when you are unhappy. You are beautiful, Kate. Your men must be blind not to see that.”
“I’m usually wearing clothes too,” she said. “I don’t exactly dress to be noticed.”
“Not with me,” he said. “With me your body will rarely, if ever, be covered. I want to have your beauty on display.”
His hand slid back between her legs and she let out an appreciative little sigh. What had begun as an interrogation was turning into a slow seduction as the dragon lowered his head and began to explore her tied and leashed form with his lips and tongue, the former of which left traces of warm fire across her skin.
“I can’t stay,” she moaned. “I have to go back. You have to let me go.”
“That is out of the question.” His lips captured her nipple, his tongue playing against the pink bud as his fingertip plunged back between her lower lips, toying with the virginal entrance of her body with a sure touch.
“Please, you don’t understand…”
“I am a dragon, Kate,” he growled. “When I discover treasure, I keep it.”
Graduate student Kate Ferrier has been obsessed with dragons for years, but when she manages to construct a portal and enter their realm she is promptly captured by Vilka, a powerful dragon lord who, like the rest of his kind, can also take the form of a huge, handsome man. Believing that she could not have reached his world without help and wanting to know who sent her, Vilka decides to interrogate Kate in the most intimate, humbling way imaginable.
Stripped bare, spanked thoroughly, and put on shameful display, Kate finds herself quivering with desperate desire as her naked, helpless body is tormented with pleasure more intense than she would have thought possible. Soon she is blushing crimson as she begs her stern, handsome captor to take her long and hard, and when Vilka claims her at last she is left utterly spent.
Though a part of her delights in wearing Vilka’s leash and collar, Kate is not ready to spend the rest of her life as his captive. Determined to get herself home, she sets about creating another portal, but to her horror her efforts inadvertently awaken an ancient beast of immense power. With everything they love in peril, Kate and Vilka are forced to work together, but can they stop the terrifying creature before it wreaks unimaginable destruction on both of their worlds?