Page 104 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I swallowed hard. “Jesus—Elijah.”
“You’ve offered yourself, so now I’m going to break down every fucking wall you’ve built to keep me out.”
Yes.
I shook my head but couldn’t voice the argument in my head. I wanted to shout a resounding no, to tell him to stop, but found my lower lip between my teeth instead.
He left me chilled through, striding toward one of the tables. He returned with a blindfold, his black pupils still swirling in that ungodly…hotness that made my balls throb. “To help you see better,” he said, wrapping it around my head and shutting out the strange, gorgeous sight of him.
“D-don’t I get a safeword?” I managed to ask past the tightness in my throat I figured to be fear regardless of the lust swarming beneath my skin.
The tip of the cane moved down my spine, bringing a shiver along with it.
“Do you want one?” Elijah asked while sliding the cane down between my ass cheeks.
My hips pressed toward him, and a moan escaped my parted lips rather than the yes I’d intended on giving. But I ought to have one regardless of my desire to be wrecked by Elijah’s toys.
“Oatmeal.”
Elijah chuckled, trailing the cane back up my spine. “I promise once we begin, that word will never cross your lips. Your desire to submit is strong regardless of how much you fear doing so.”
He spoke the truth.
The warm tip of the toy he wielded disappeared, and a whoosh sounded.
Crack!
Pain fucking exploded across the top of my thighs, and I jerked forward, cursing and jerking the chains.
Crack!
Another landed above the first, and I bit my lip so goddamn hard the coppery tang of blood hit my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I breathed through the searing pain, having something all-consuming to focus on that made my mind quiet exactly as I’d always hoped it would. Why the fuck had I thought starting off with a goddamned cane was a good introduction into this pain/pleasure shit though?
I didn’t even know if the agony would morph into something I might find pleasant. Fire raced through my blood, but rather than shrinking from it, I leaned into the pain, soaking the clarity and mind-blowing awareness it brought.
Like my eyes had been opened, my senses heightened—flooded with fucking life…
“Again,” I whispered.
A third whoosh, and pain lanced across my left ass cheek, another across my right before I could gasp.
“God—”
Elijah’s cane hit me like a million bees’ stings, right above the backs of my knees, and I stumbled, breathing heavy. It took me a few seconds to get my feet beneath me, my breath escaping in pants, my dick leaking so much it dripped off my balls to the floor.
“More,” I heard myself say through the buzz rising in decibel between my ears.
He landed hits up my thighs, over my ass, every crack lessening in agony until what I longed for snuck in quietly on its heels. Pain evolved into gloriousness, so goddamn heavenly, so fucking luscious, I found myself drifting toward the darkness in my soul.
I floated. Flew free, exactly as Elijah had promised.
Chapter 37
Elijah
I didn’t hold back but gave Jon all the strength of my arm, taking care to not hit him in the same place twice. Red welts rose across his freckled skin, and my dragon squealed in delight—shuddered with every stripe across our beta’s flesh. I trembled with the need to release fully to my beast and shift with every moan leaking from Jon’s lips.
