Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Mmm…yes, Master,” Iyanna moaned eagerly. She loved that he was doing this for her—giving her the fantasy she’d craved for so long. She wasn’t so much into any of the whipping or spanking parts of BDSM, but she loved the idea of submitting to a stern Master and letting him do whatever he wanted with her.
Slowly, one big hand slipped down her trembling belly and cupped her pussy mound firmly.
“Mine,” Dra’vik growled in her ear. “This soft little pussy is mine now, do you understand, little girl?”
“I…I understand,” Iyanna whispered. She couldn’t help shifting her hips in anticipation but Dra’vik’s big hand tightened on her mound.
“No, Iyanna—you’re going to hold still for me,” he murmured. “No wiggling around—all I want you to do is spread your legs as wide as you can for me.”
Moaning softly, Iyanna did as he commanded. The marble tub was huge so she had no problem spreading her thighs as wide as they could go. She could feel her outer pussy lips parting with the motion, allowing the heated water to rush over her inner folds. It made her clit tingle with desire.
“That’s right, little girl,” Dra’vik’s deep voice murmured in her ear. “That’s right—open your pussy for me and let me in.”
“Yes, M-master,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Nice and wide,” he murmured. “And you’re going to hold still while I wash you, aren’t you, little girl?”
“I…I’ll try,” Iyanna gasped.
“I know you will,” he rumbled. And then his long fingers were sliding into her wet folds and finding her aching clit. He bracketed the tender little button with two fingers and began to slide slowly up and down, sending waves of pleasure through her whole body.
“Oh…oh!” Iyanna couldn’t help herself—she writhed against the big hand stroking her so gently but firmly. “Oh, Dra’vik…oh, Master!”
“Hold still, little girl,” he rumbled warningly, as he continued to touch her. “Don’t be naughty—I told you to be good and let me wash you.”
“I…I’m trying,” Iyanna moaned. She tried to still her hips from pumping, but she couldn’t quite manage it. Was he going to make her come right here in the bathtub? God, she wished he would! She was so close…so close…
But then, as though he sensed the nearness of her orgasm, Dra’vik abruptly withdrew his big hand.
“Wait!” Iyanna couldn’t stop herself from begging. “Please—I was close!”
He came back around the side of the tub and gave her a wicked smile.
“I know you were, little girl. But I don’t want you coming on my fingers this time.”
His words made her drop her eyes to the large bulge in his leather trousers. Sweet Lord, he didn’t mean—
“No, you’re not coming on my cock either,” Dra’vik sounded even more stern this time as he frowned at her. “I have other plans for you.”
“What…what plans? Tell me!” Iyanna begged softly.
“In good time. Right now, your bath is over.”
He helped her stand and then wrapped a fluffy white towel around her. The towel was as soft as a plush blanket but twice as absorbent as terrycloth—it seemed to suck the water right off her skin wherever it touched her.
But Iyanna didn’t have time to marvel at the luxurious towel for long. Before she knew it, Dra’vik was sitting on the edge of the tub and she was seated on the big Drake’s knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked, frowning uncertainly. This position, perched on his knee, somehow made her feel younger and more vulnerable than when he’d been bathing her in the tub.
“Healing you,” he murmured. “Let me see your wrists, little girl—one at a time.”
Uncertainly, Iyanna held out her right wrist. The places the copper manacles had cut into her flesh still stung and there were dark bruises as well.
“Poor little female,” Dra’vik rumbled. Gently, he took her hand in his and brought her wrist to his mouth. Then he began to kiss her.
Iyanna wasn’t sure what this was about—did he think he could literally kiss the hurt places away? Because that was crazy. He couldn’t—
But it seemed that he could, because she began to feel a healing warmth everywhere his mouth touched her. It soothed the stinging cuts and eased the ache of the bruises. Not to mention the feeling of his mouth on her sent shivers of desire through her whole body. The big Drake wasn’t even kissing any of her erogenous zones but the touch of his lips seemed to send the warmth spreading through her, making her moan and tremble helplessly.
At last, Dra’vik pulled back and examined her wrist.
“There—you’re healed. Your right wrist, at least,” he rumbled in apparent satisfaction.
“What?” Iyanna brought her wrist to her face and studied it closely. Sure enough, the bruises were gone and to her surprise, all the cuts had closed. There was nothing but smooth, unblemished skin.
“How did you do that?” She looked up at the big Drake, her eyebrows raised. “Seriously, how?”