Page 10 of Destined By Dragonblood
“Fuck,” I groaned, shuddering as my cock bucked, hitting my belly. A lone droplet of pre-cum dripped to the floor.
Beta.
I clenched my jaw to keep the beast’s whispered word off my lips. The pain, while exquisite, hadn’t yet reached the pinnacle I’d sought this Dom out for, the consuming, mind-numbing agony that would shut down my senses. But I couldn’t allow myself to go that far, which I feared would release the beast inside me.
My inner dragon continued to yank against his restraints, his pleadings for dominance over my human side whispering through my brain, but I wouldn’t give over completely.
Couldn’t.
Elijah might have stupidly shared a conscience with his beast and made decisions as one, but I chose to remain in charge so I could influence all outcomes, exactly as Father had taught me.
Every time Vanni checked in with me, I moaned an easy “green.” I lusted to have his hands on me, his fingers in my ass, palm coaxing my balls to release while rubbing that magic spot inside me. My backside burned, every hit atop already bruised and stinging skin clouding my mind further as my body chased release without touch.
Need.
I ignored the inner whisper, concerned yet unable to be bothered he’d somehow removed his muzzle. While I’d never managed to come without a hand on my shaft, the tingling in my spine indicated I wouldn’t be able to stop my reaction to the loveliest pain I’d ever endured.
More.
“More,” I repeated my beast’s pleading, and Vanni finally hit me like he meant it. “Fuck!” I hollered, limbs jerking in their restraints even though I had no wish to escape.
“Color, Dolyn?” Vanni demanded in his smooth-as-whiskey voice that caused another droplet to well at my slit.
“Green—please…Sir,” I whined, too far gone in desire to care I sounded weak.
“You’re doing so well for me, boy,” Vanni murmured, his words like a soothing balm to my stinging skin, sweet as ambrosia on my tongue.
I whimpered at the words of praise I had been desperate for in my strive for perfection throughout my life. Nothing gave me more pleasure than knowing I pleased?—
Another hit to my thighs cut off the thought, and I silently thanked my Sir for keeping me from spiraling deep into my shame.
Vanni didn’t hold back but crisscrossed slashes over my ass and thighs in what would be the most brutal beating I’d ever taken. I lamented the fact my dragonblood wouldn’t allow bruising to remain into the next day to remind me of the pleasure I’d been gifted.
I trembled in my bonds, my inner dragon slashing at my will, shrieking and begging me to fully give in.
There would be no true submission on our part.
Ever.
“No,” I whispered at my beast, barely audible, but Vanni heard.
He immediately ceased striking me.
“Don’t—please don’t stop.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, shaking my head as tremors rippled through me. “I need more,” I begged.
A low growl, reminiscent of a true Blood Born, sounded from behind me, causing my cock to jolt again.
I moaned, goose bumps shivering over my skin.
Another hit landed lower than the rest, and I pressed back, widening my thighs as far as I could. Cool air slid over my desperate hole, and I shook my head against the desire to be penetrated with a single thrust that would send me over the edge.
I had no words left in my mind, no ability to speak what I lusted for, but I bit my tongue until the tang of metal coated my mouth to keep from asking for what only Elijah had ever been allowed.
Vanni smacked the tip of his cane against my exposed pucker with the perfect amount of sting, ripping all thoughts of anyone or anything but him and his delightful torture from my mind.
“Again,” I gasped, and he gave me what I needed—but harder, with a sharp snap of his wrist.
Cum erupted up through my shaft, and I roared as white light flashed behind my eyes. Spunk continued to spurt from my body, a consuming release like I’d never experienced before.
