Page 43 of Destined By Dragonblood
“You definitely aren’t,” she laughed lightly. “So, um, Friday?”
“I’ll see you at seven,” I stated rather than asking if our usual time worked for her. She would obey like the good girl she always was for me.
Ashley requested to be showcased on the lounge dais again, her graceful body draped over the same bench we’d used the week before.
My heart thundered in my chest, my mouth drier than a damned desert while taking in the flush over her pale skin. “What is your safeword, Ash?”
A shiver rippled goose bumps over her arms and legs that were unrestrained. “Red, Master.”
“Are you sure about this?” I checked in one last time while circling her bent form, appreciating every swell of her flesh I wished to mark.
“Yes, Master. Please use your hand like you did last week.”
Hissing quietly, I stood beside her backside and pulled back my right arm. My palm landed against her flesh with a loud crack.
Ashley jolted forward and moaned. “Again, Master.”
I allowed her to top me from the bottom, giving her everything she asked for.
My handprints littered her ass cheeks and thighs within minutes, and tears dripped off her chin to the floor. Tremors rippled through her, the scent of her arousal and the smearing between her thighs testament to her pleasure.
“Master!” She cried out when I paused for too long enjoying the sight of what I had done to her.
“Yes, sweet girl?” I crouched beside her lowered head, careful in brushing back her hair to better see her face.
Wet violet eyes met mine, and the level of her need slammed into me, stealing my breath.
“T-Touch me, Master,” she begged, another tear sliding down her cheek.
“Ash…”
“Please, Vanni—I need.” She swallowed hard and shuddered. “P-Please.”
“You’re asking me to push your limits while you’re high on endorphins and out here where everyone can see.”
“I’m green, Master Vanni. Promise.”
Cock hard and leaking inside my leathers, I reached around her body, gently trailing my fingertips over her heated backside. Every part of me longed to touch, to caress, same as I’d been desperate for with Dolyn the last time I’d scened with him. I’d lusted to nut on his back, paint his whip-lashed skin with my cum. The drive to mark him, make him smell like me had been almost too much to withstand.
I wanted him then with as much longing as I did Ashley.
She shuddered and moaned beneath my gentle touch.
“Color, baby,” I whispered.
“The most glorious shade of green imaginable,” she said on a sigh.
I barked out a laugh, unable to help myself over the fact she wasn’t sold on this other guy and was gifting me the opportunity to touch her before he even got a chance. Still, the knowledge she felt drawn to him unsettled my soul. “Ash.”
“Put your hand on my pussy, Master.”
Fucking hell. How could I deny this woman what she desired and found the guts to voice?
My head swam, my breath coming in pants as I slid my fingertips over her plump ass cheeks.
She leaned into my touch rather than jerking away like she would have done a month prior. “Yes—there.”
I ghosted my touch between her thighs to her core, finding slippery arousal. She was waxed and smooth.
