Page 8 of Destined By Dragonblood
I could now add this conundrum of a man to that small list.
But he alone deserved my attention tonight regardless of how the thoughts of the two of them wove together in my mind.
“Come,” I commanded quietly, curious to watch how he responded.
Dolyn hurried to do as told, further revealing his true nature.
Satisfaction welled up inside my chest, and I swallowed what would have been a purr of delight had I allowed the noise to pass my lips.
With fluid grace, he lowered himself to rest against the angled bench, hands grasping the holds, knees spread but not quite far enough to expose the dark recess between his muscular ass cheeks.
My cock throbbed at imagining what his pucker might look and feel like stretched around my girth.
I practiced deep breathing for a full thirty seconds to settle my mind back on the task at hand. “Dolyn.”
He turned toward me, attempting to keep his face a blank slate, but I’d been dominating willing participants for almost a decade. Rarely could a person hide their vulnerabilities or internal struggles from me.
A weight lay on Dolyn’s mind or heart. Something seemed not exactly off, which would require that I end our scene before it began, but…unsettled? Or perhaps my attraction clouded my usual discernment. A yellow moment for sure, and I needed further assurance he knew what exactly it was he’d requested from me this evening.
“You’re sure you want the cane?”
“I need the pain, Sir,” he insisted, his tone rough.
I nodded, still not completely convinced we ought to continue, but I couldn’t smother the lust heating my blood to inflict on his body what he’d asked for. “Tell me your safeword, Dolyn.”
“Beta.” He bit the word out, fire once more flashing in his eyes, assuring me of his hatred for the meaning behind it.
More pieces of his puzzle shifted around inside my brain as I studied his face. The twitch of the muscle in his jaw. The flare of desire in his swollen pupils. The slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he turned his gaze to the floor, brow furrowing deeply.
Dolyn craved more than the torment of his skin and muscle, and he despised that part of himself.
For whatever reason, this man had called my club. Fate had placed him in front of me, and I would do everything within my power to set this man free. He’d captured my fascination and woke up an obsessive side I’d only experienced once before with Ashley.
My balls tightened at the mental reminder of her, and I clenched my teeth while taking care to buckle Dolyn’s wrists tight without touching his skin. I longed to lean in and brush against his hip or shoulder, a mere whisper of contact, to experience that physical link for the first time.
The same damned desire I felt for Ashley but couldn’t enjoy.
Would I pant for breath?
Leak enough pre-cum it would slip all the way down inside my leathers to my boots?
Grow feverish, a sudden flush of warmth spreading out from my aching groin?
Focus.
I knelt to buckle around Dolyn’s ankles, and once finished, I glanced over to find his body rigid, knuckles white from clutching the holds.
That red flag sense rose again, but I looked at it from a different angle while pushing up to my feet.
A war raged inside Dolyn, one I recognized. I’d dealt with the same since Caroline had left me for a man who had no interest in exploring my kinks, which she considered disgusting.
The absolute need to be in this place clashed with both my and Dolyn’s desire to escape what haunted us. Whether from shame or dislike of the lifestyle we both couldn’t help but want, these yearnings stemmed from who we were in the deepest parts of ourselves.
While I didn’t know how to bring peace to either of our minds, I could offer some respite from the noise in our heads we hadn’t yet conquered.
I chose a synthetic cane since it packed more of a punch than wooden. High-strength, the stiffer rod would take us where we needed to go. A gentle Dom would aim to lay strokes out neat and parallel, but I was in the mood for a messy, angry caning, and Dolyn expected pain.
I would deliver—gladly, but still carefully land the lashes intentional and precise at first. And I would warm him up slowly to see how much he could actually take.
