It took a minute, dampening his clothes with her mouth, piquing his curiosity. Once her teeth latched onto his zip, she carefully pulled it down.
His dragon was awake, beating beneath the thin folds. He did not help her, he merely watched, testing the depth of her immorality. She hummed when her mouth finally found his skin.
Cough
Her throat felt full when he gradually forced her head down on him.
“Breathe,” he said, watching her drool. Her fingers reached forth, yet she was not allowed to use her hands.
He ordered her to strip in her binds, leaving nothing but the heels on her feet.
He usually wasn't this rough. It left her a little confused.
He yanked the belt.
“Ah!” She was rattled, bent her over his knees.
“Such terrible manners. I’ve barely touched you.”
"Huff... Arsala
