Page 54 of Draco's Defiance
More’s the pity. She pressed her lips together, suppressing her giggle.
“True.” He nibbled at her cheek, but it was the primal growl escaping his throat that really sent her pulse soaring. “Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to ravish you right now.”
The man was literally an animal, and she couldn’t wait to feel his cock fuck her senseless again.
“But I need to be spanked first.” Her nipples beaded into tight bugs as she vocalized the admission. Nothing had ever sounded sexier.
“You’ve got it, little girl.” He rose to his full height behind her, skimming his palm across her goosing skin. “And it’s my pleasure to give you what you need.”
His hand disappeared in an instant, her lips parting as she prepared for the impending smack to her backside. Nothing though, primed her for the swat he landed.
“Oh, God!” she hissed the word, clenching her tender cheeks at the impact.
“Sir, will do.” His same hand grazed her backside, assessing the damage.
“That hurt, sir.” The pain had cleared her busy thoughts, forcing her to focus on one thing and one thing alone—Draco and his demanding palm.
“That’s the idea.” Neither remorse, nor glee laced his reply. “Despite the fact I find you irresistible, this punishment isn’t about enjoyment.”
His hand departed again, barely giving her time to brace before it landed hard against her other cheek. Panting at the pain, she tugged at the tie holding her in place, although her attempts at freedom were futile. Draco had secured her with precision and thought. Moira wasn’t going anywhere until he decided she should.
“Fuck!” She muttered the word to her chest as the blows rained down on her prone backside, her feet shifting as though moving a few inches on the plush carpet would somehow assuage the growing sting.
Closing her eyes, she tried to tap into her meditative headspace and take herself away from the present, but it was more difficult than she’d anticipated. Unprepared for the brunt of his hand’s attention, her backside already felt as though it had trebled in size.
This was nothing like the first time, where she’d been strewn over him and relatively relaxed as he took his fill. This time the strikes were intentionally unrelenting. They were sent to deliver his lesson.
“Ow, ow, ow!” She hopped from one foot to the other as the swats continued to come in rapid succession, one strike after the other, brandishing Draco’s message into her flesh. “Okay, sir, I get it, I get it!”
“You get what?” His hand paused, cradling her burning flesh which must have been inflamed and crimson by that point.
“I get what you’re trying to teach me.” Pulling in air, she chose her words carefully, not wanting to upset the man who held her liberty in his hands. “I need to be mindful of my safety, and that’s what you’re trying to do, sir.”
“Hmmm.” Draco’s tone remained unconvinced, but still his palm massaged her sore skin. “Are you sure you really understand, and this isn’t only a well-rehearsed speech to persuade me to stop the spanking?”
“It’s really not well-rehearsed, sir.” Catching her breath, she glanced over her shoulder to find him there, smiling. “And I really do mean it.”
“Granted.” He chuckled at her no-doubt frantic expression. “Not practiced, perhaps, but it’s more your intention I’m questioning.”
“I mean it.” Surely, he could hear the resolve in her voice? Or, if not, then he was listening to her thoughts at that exact moment. Couldn’t he feel the sincerity in them?
“You know I only want to look after you.” Wrapping his arms around her, he shrouded her in his body warmth. She moaned at the sudden intimacy. It was such a contrast to the intensity of his strikes, but oh, so welcome, despite the way his groin added an abrasive layer to her tender behind.
“I know.” The tears were back again, burning in her eyes as she struggled to understand her competing emotions. One moment aroused, then angry, before amused, and comforted, Moira couldn’t keep up. “And I appreciate it, but it’s just a lot.” This is a lot.
She wished she could reach around and hold him, or bury her fingers in the depths of his gorgeous blond hair. Deep down, the truth was, she wanted to know him, too. Draco had unlocked something within Moira that she hadn’t even known existed until he’d stepped in that day at the bistro. She’d spent her entire life fighting to be herself; an intelligent and independent woman who definitely didn’t need a man. To the contrary, in fact. She’d spent years proactively pushing potential suitors away, but her usual techniques wouldn’t work on him.
Draco was something else.
Something she’d never counted on before, and while she still didn’t understand how a man could actually shift into a dragon—a creature she hadn’t thought really existed until that afternoon—she found she didn’t disbelieve him on the matter. Draco had no reason to lie about such a preposterous trait, after all, and any duplicity would surely soon be discovered, but when she’d looked into his eyes she saw nothing but sincerity blazing there.
According to the limited information he’d given her, the ability was also shared by his brothers, who it seemed, she was destined to also be meeting sooner rather than later. She’d meet the infamous dragon soon enough, but finally she understood there were issues bigger than her demand.
“What?” Tilting his head, he nuzzled at her neck. “What was that?”
“Don’t you already know, sir?” She turned to meet his eyes. Even though her ass was sore and she was still bound to the bed, she was oddly relaxed as he held her. “Didn’t you read my mind?”
“Not that time, little girl.” His brow rose. “I guess I was busy just being here with you.”