Page 27 of Destined By Dragonblood
I directed Ashley toward the private rooms where we always hid behind closed doors.
She pulled up abruptly, and I stumbled to a stop, glancing down at her. “Ash?”
Ashley lifted her head, offering me an onslaught of violet eyes overflowing with desire, fear, and excitement.
Lust kicked my groin like a hoof to my balls, but the pain radiated sweet need rather than agony.
She licked her lip, glancing to the left and the unoccupied spanking bench. “Can we use that?”
My brow shot upward. One of her hard limits had been sceneing in public. Not that I was complaining over her question, but what the hell was going on with her tonight?
She stared at the bench, the pulse in her neck thrumming in time with mine, pupils dilating to eat up the lightness of her eyes.
How far was she willing to go, and could I trust her to make the right choice when aroused so potently?
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I forced myself to check in when all I wanted to do was tie her down, push my granite-like cock into her pussy, and stroke her silken walls, my fingers thrumming on her clit, until she found release.
She licked her lower lip again and nodded. “Yes, Master Vanni.”
Fuck. Yes.
I wanted every patron in the lounge to see how sweetly Ashely obeyed her master, how generous she was with her submission. A discreet palm to my bulge shifted my strangling cock.
“And what do you want me to use tonight to give you the pain you need?”
“Your hand.”
My balls tightened in a flash, and I hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re sure, Ashley?”
She nodded.
“Words.” I insisted when she didn’t give me the necessary verbal response to cross this line.
“Yes, Master.” She stared up at me with vulnerability and assurance in her gaze. “I want you to mark me with your palms tonight.”
Fuck, as her friend and master I should talk to her about it further, find out her reasoning, and assure her she made a good choice for her journey toward healing. I’d yearned from day one to get my hands on her, wanted her ass showcasing my prints.
And tonight, that fantasy could come true.
“Ash…”
“Please, Vanni—I trust you explicitly, and I feel ready for your touch.”
A deep, gratifying warmth spread through me. “Then I will give you what you desire.” Pressing firmly against her lower back, I angled us toward the empty bench.
She moved without hesitation, grace in her body, swaying even though sexual tension crackled between where we touched. Our deviation from the usual drew attention, but I thrived on people watching me take apart my submissives and put them back together again.
While I felt a connection with Ashley, I had no wish to hide her beauty from interested eyes.
They just weren’t allowed to touch.
“Give me your robe,” I commanded, my voice low with authority. Rarely did I consider using my Dom voice with Ashley, but tonight, among the other members of my club, I needed to show the part of me they expected to see, the dominant who hadn’t been out to play in public for far too long.
Her hands shook as she slipped the knot free and let the satin slide down over her milky shoulders. Breasts high and full, rose nipples furled tight caught my gaze, and my tongue flicked over my lower lip. They would fit perfectly in my palms, and the cherry-like nubs would be sweet to suckle.
Maybe someday.
I let my groan escape into the mix of slapping flesh, moans, and quiet overhead music filling the lounge around us.
