Page 85 of Her Tortured Beasts

She swears under her breath as I sit her on the edge of the washbasin.

“Open,” I command, squeezing toothpaste onto her allocated brush. “You must be good and accept this is your life now.”

She protests, but I begin brushing her teeth and she’s forced to make nonsensical sounds and roll her eyes at me.

Her mouth is a fascinating thing and I take great pains to scrub each tooth until she begins to gag.

I allow her to spit into the sink.

“When this is over,” she says, wiping the side of her mouth with a towel. “You can’t blame me for any of it. And you can’t talk to the other dragons that way.”

Growling my dissent, I plonk her into the tub on her feet, climbing in after her. “No dragons may access my treasure. I don’t care who they are.” I turn on the shower, stepping under the stream to wash myself.

“What about your father?”

My power spans out like in a flare like the sun.

“Hot, hot, hot!” She attempts to flee the tub as the water heats up, but I pull her back and immediately withdraw my magic. “Apologies, my jewel. Do not speak of other males before me.”

She splutters under the shower head before placing her small hands on my chest and pushing away.

“How long does this go on for?” she says, wiping water from her eyes. “Days? Or is it weeks?”

I quickly soap myself while she’s distracted. “To what are you referring?”

“This!” She gestures to me, glaring.

“Shit,” I say. “I forgot about the food. It was on the doorstep.” I send Olly another message to bring us more. “I must feed you.”

“Are you ignoring my question?”

Taking her by the shoulders, I arrange us so we have swapped places and take the bar of soap. “I do not wish to hurt your skin, just a quick wash.”

“You can’t touch me between the legs anymore,” she says, eyes hard as she tries to glare. Instead, it’s adorable. “Or here.” She indicates her breasts, the nipples pebbled from the cool air.

“Why? I cannot leave those unattended.” Sometimes jewels don’t know what’s best for them. “Every part must be polished until it glistens.”

“I’m a person, not a gemstone!”

“No, you are something better.” I rub the soap on my hands and set it aside, gently washing her breasts with my hands.

She groans. “Please, Goddess, this can’t be right.”

“Why does it feel right, then?” I growl, sweeping my palms over her nipples. I am overcome with desire so strong it drives everything else from my mind. I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth.

“I must take care of you in every way,” I murmur around her sweet, sensitive flesh. “I must treasure you.”

I drop to my knees, hooking her knee over my shoulder. “And this part is telling me that it needs me.” I dive between her legs, my mouth covering her sex. She cries out, yanking at my wet hair with one hand and bracing her other hand on the shower tile.

Sometimes polishing must be done with a mouth and tongue. I drag my tongue over her, listening to every movement and sound of her body because it feeds me. Her inner lips are dessert to my tongue and I savour them, slowly, completely. My lips find that swollen bud right at the top, a beacon to her pleasure. I suck gently, and she bucks into my mouth, crying out. I grin into her secret place, working that bud until her muscles clench around me.

I slide my hand up her inner thigh, and when I coat my fingers in her juices, she jerks.

“In here,” I say, because she must understand how important this is. “I must attend to this.”

“This is too much,” she says. “We can’t.”

I remove my mouth and my hands, letting go of her completely so I can study her face and body. “Is it not good, my jewel? You appear to be enjoying this.”

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