Page 32 of Destined By Dragonblood
“Dolyn.” He all but hummed my name, pleasure in his low tone as I stood before him.
Kneeling wouldn’t happen no matter how much my beast whimpered for me to obey the alluring human.
I dipped my head in greeting but held his stare rather than sinking down and presenting myself. “Sir.”
He drank from his tumbler again, eyes flicking down over me and back up. “Do you need something from me, boy?”
My molars ground together.
A slow smile curved his lips, his mossy green eyes lighting with excitement. “I don’t suppose you would get on your knees for me while I finished my drink.”
He didn’t ask a question, so I didn’t bother responding.
“Fine.” Vanni set his tumbler aside and stood. Two steps forward brought him into my personal space.
I lifted my chin to look down my nose at him, loving the fact I had a couple of inches over his human height.
His smile widened as his gaze drifted over my neck. “You reek of lust and need.”
There was no questioning the truth.
“Come.”
My balls tightened at his command, but I ignored my beast’s instinctive desire to climax since Vanni meant for me to accompany him to the private room he started toward. Same as with Ashley, I followed like a needy puppy, close to his heels, desperate for the pain and release he would help me find. His ass flexed beneath his leather pants, that damned harness making my human side’s fingers itch to grab hold and command him.
But I remained quiet and kept my fists at my sides.
The private room hadn’t changed since I’d last been inside, and I shrugged the robe from my shoulders, ignoring its silent flutter to the floor while striding toward the bench.
“So hungry,” Vanni mused behind me, but I didn’t argue his assessment.
Famished better described my current state.
“What’s your safeword, boy?” he asked while buckling me to the bench, taking care to keep from touching my skin.
“Beta,” I stated clearly without any intent of saying it while he gave me what I desired.
“Cane?”
“The whip tonight, Sir,” I requested since I was more in the mood for stinging pain rather than the rod.
“Mmm.” He hummed his appreciation. “Have your hard limits changed, Dolyn?”
My beast hissed for me to give more tonight, and I reminded him that we would wait for our beta for penetration. This human didn’t deserve to touch royalty. “My limits remain the same,” I informed Vanni, while my inner beast grumbled at me.
“Shame.” Vanni sighed and moved to the wall where various toys hung. He returned, shaking the whip’s coils loose. The tip dragged on the ground behind him, and I shivered in anticipation, well aware of his every move. “How badly do you need the pain tonight?”
“I want release more than agony.”
“Sir,” he reminded me.
“Sir.” I echoed his title with a bite to my tone.
Vanni chuckled. “Hold on, boy. Let your master bring you to your knees.”
“You aren’t?—”
A whooshing sound led to a stinging stripe over my ass cheeks, cutting off my denial.
