Page 235 of The Dragon 2
Damn right I will.
She continued, “You see. . .my king is gone and I am very bored, so. . .I expect you to serve me.”
And that was when it hit me.
She wasrole-playing.
My Tiger Queen was slipping into an erotic fantasy—casting me as some tongue-thirsty servant while she played the bored duchess on her queening throne, abandoned by her king.
I should’ve easily respected the game, but blood pounded behind my eyes, thick with possession.
I looked up at her, still kneeling, cock heavy and jutting. “Queen.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”
“I will do as you please. . .but understand this. When your king returns, I will kill him.”
She widened her eyes in fear. “W-what?”
I let the weight of my words settle between us. “Because this ismypussy. And I am theonlyone who will ever serve you. Not even inrole playcan I stomach the idea of another man between your thighs.”
She blinked and then looked close to laughing, but did a good job of hiding it. “Well. . .understood.”
Then, I was already moving, as if my bones belonged to her now. I lowered, sliding to the cold marble floor. My cock bobbed with every shift. The ache in my thighs barely registered. All that mattered was obeying her order.
Once I got on the floor, I turned around, inched back, and positioned my head on the cushion.
And the sight!
Her pussy glistened right above me, lips still flushed from arousal. The view was heavenly obscene. Divine. I almost wept. Even more, I was paralyzed in absolute erotic obedience.
I exhaled like a dying man finding air again. “Queen. . .”
From above, she peered down at me with a wicked smile curving those lips. “Good little Dragon.”
Fuck yeah. I’m a good little Dragon. Wait until you meet my tongue. I’ll show you and your pussy.
Right when I thought she was going to tell me to lick her pussy, she moved to grab something from the side of the throne.
What is she doing?
Seconds later, I saw it.
She held a long, black rod in her hands and at its tip, three thick ostrich feathers bloomed—one black, one crimson, one gold. Each one soft, luxurious, and strange in its elegance.
What is she going to do with that?
My cock jerked.
My lips parted.
I couldn't breathe.
Is she going to tease my cock with it? Strike me? Drag those feathers along my cock’s tip while I lick?
I didn’t know.
And the not-knowing undid me.
