Page 37 of Dragon Rivals of New York

“Fuck her with the bottle again,” Jethro says. “She liked that.”

“You know what I like?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“I like when you shut the fuck up.”

Sora moans. “Stop fighting and make me come.”

She's been quivering with need ever since I tied the first knot. And now, she arches against the binds, seeking the release that's just out of reach.

“Maybe he can’t do it all on his own,” Jethro mocks.

Fuck that. I grab my boxers from the floor.

“He’s only ever gotten you off with my help before. Maybe he—”

I shove the boxers in his mouth.

His eyes roll back, nostrils flaring. Okay, that backfired. Guess the asshole likes the taste of me, cause I was definitely drippingcum all over those boxers, hard from the moment Sora walked into my club. I almost rip them out of his mouth. But instead, I take the blindfold off the top of Sora’s head and put it over Jethro’s eyes.

“You’re not gonna speak. You’re not gonna watch.” I lean over him and whisper in his ear, too quiet for Sora to hear, “You’re going to lie there, helpless, as I fuck my mate until she climaxes so hard she forgets your name. She’s gonna come harder than you could ever make her come on your puny little dick.”

He moans around the gag, a sound of pleasure more than protest. And just to taunt him or maybe torture him, I wrap my hand around his cock and give him one firm stroke. His back bucks off the bed, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of anything more.

Sora looks at me with those beautiful big eyes of hers. “I kind of… I’d like it if… would you…” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Nevermind.”

“What is it, Ara’ha? Anything you want, I’ll give you.”

“Wouldyoukisshim?” She asks the question like one word.

“Jethro?” I don’t hide the disgust in my voice, and I know he hears it. So why does my cock get impossibly harder? “No.”

Jethro is earnestly nodding his head. Good to know he’s intothe idea. All the more reason not to do it.

Sora’s brow wrinkles at my denial after I told her I’d give her anything she wants. Fuck, that’s not what I want. But what she asked is too much. To distract her, I suck her nipple into my mouth. I trail the feather between her legs. She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but of course, can’t. I ditch the feather and replace it with ice from the ice chest, where we keep the champagne.

She shivers as I skate the ice cube around her breasts and over her nipples. When I follow the path with my hot tongue, she whimpers. I bite. She gasps. Fuck, the noises she makes are gonna have me coming before I’m even inside her.

Jethro seems to feel the same. He’s bucking up the few millimeters he can, moaning around my boxers. If he was anyone else, I’d say it was hot.

Pulling back, I stop touching Sora all together, which I can tell she hates by the way her eyes fly open. She glares at me, and I smile, holding her gaze as I place the ice cube right on her clit. Removing it, I lower myself between her spread thighs and exhale a hot breath. I alternate cold, then hot until she’s writhing against the bonds, begging me to make her come.

Jethro is as tense as a board beside her.

Forgoing the teasing, I lick up her center and give her what she wants. My cock throbs as I taste her on my tongue, and Ican barely stop myself from rubbing against the bed, seeking the friction I need. But it’s not what I really want.

Already so worked up, Sora comes within seconds, screaming Jethro’s name in defiance.

And I fucking love it.

No, I don’t.I want to rip his name from her mouth. But I love that she’s letting out some of that rebellious fire she keeps hidden.

There’s a muffled sound from Jethro that has me looking his way with my tongue still pressed against Sora. Hot squirts of cum are flying from his cock, drenching his tight abs. Fuck, he came just from that? From hearing her yell his name and knowing what I’m doing to her?

My hand shoots out and covers the tip of his cock, as if I can stop the flood, shove it back in, keep him from getting off on something I meant to be torturous for him. It only makes more cum drench my fingers.

I slap his inner thigh, hard enough to turn the skin red. He bucks against the restraints, more cum leaking from his tip.

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