Page 118 of Destined By Dragonblood
Follow.
An urge to exit the library brought me to my feet.
Ashley turned, her purple-hued eyes radiating desire that far outweighed lust.
I grabbed the lamp and held out my free hand. “Come.”
Without a word, she obeyed and slid her palm to mine, crackles of energy licking up my arm. Instantly, her anxiety lessened, which boosted my confidence of doing the right thing. Ever trustful, she allowed me to lead her deeper into Dolyn’s home, my feet moving as though they already knew the way to where my instincts demanded we go. We didn’t traverse new territory, and I’d thought we had seen all there was?—
Stop.
I pulled up abruptly, Ashley bumping into my back. “Hold this.” I gave her the lantern and turned toward the rock wall, resting my palm on the stone at heart-level. No clue why I did so, but I felt an insistence that what I sought lay on the other side of the mass before us.
“What are you—” Ashley gasped as a loud grinding rent the air.
Like something out of a fantasy novel, a portion of the rock slid inward. Warm, stale air filled my nose but hardly unpleasant. Whatever room awaited beyond hadn’t been used in years.
I reclaimed the light and lifted it high, stepping over the threshold into oppressive stillness.
A mother fucking dungeon opened up before us—and not the sort for prisoners.
A slow smile spread over my face, and my cock woke the fuck up at the ancient furniture made of solid wood scattered around the room. All sorts of implements of pain hung on the wall to my left, a long bench beneath covered with older toys. Chains hung from various areas around the room, connected to pulleys embedded in the rock ceiling.
“Oh God.” Ashley’s croak thickened my shaft even further, and I pressed on my bulge, taking note of the signs of disuse around us.
Considering the cleanliness of every single room we’d found in our explorations, it was obvious this was one cavern Primrose hadn’t been aware of. A fine layer of dust covered everything—even the floor.
“Stay here,” I murmured, handing Ashley the lamp. I eyed leather crops and floggers, not sure how well they would have held up over the years. A strange-looking flogger hung farther away, and I ambled closer, eyes narrowing. While I’d only seen Dolyn in his beast form once, I wouldn’t ever forget the appearance of the golden scales that covered his massive body. “Get the fuck out,” I murmured to myself while retrieving the toy that resembled tiny versions of his dragon’s armor. The material was warm to the touch, a sense of familiarity trickling up through my fingertips to my chest and straight to my cock. Pre-cum oozed, soaking my jeans.
Beta.
“I’ll be goddamned.” I huffed a chuckle and returned my attention to the wall. A cane made out of the same material had me wishing Dolyn’s juicy ass was available for me to take my aggression out on.
Soon.
A sadist could hope.
Having all I needed for the time being, I returned to Ashley’s side.
She studied the flogger with its dozens of thin tails. “Is that…”
“Yeah, I think it is. Kinda perfect, if you ask me.” I trailed the tails over her arm, and she shuddered.
“It’s made from his scales,” she said, the pulse in her neck thrumming. “I can feel him.”
“Same.” I clasped her hand, and we hurried back to the library since the furniture in the dungeon needed a thorough scrubbing before I would tie her to any of it.
Without being told, Ashley stripped and knelt on the couch, facing its back.
I set aside the lamp, rid myself of clothing, and swished the flogger a few times, getting a feel for it. The toy fit perfectly in my hand, the weight and ease with which it moved…otherworldly.
Smirking, I soothed my hand over Ashley’s back, the skin beneath my palm satiny smooth and warm. Energy licked up my arm, the scent of her arousal flooding my nose. “Such a good girl for me.”
She sighed, pressing into me.
“I’m sorry for not seeing to your needs.”
“It’s okay.”
