Page 31 of Gladiator's Bite

“I’ve been called worse but if I am a fluff ball what’s that say about you as bottom or a sub?” I huffed and pulled his arm up to rest above his head while I checked out the other one.

“That I know what I’m doing. Besides, there isn’t an endless supply of dragons who can get a rise out of me and who are willing to play,” he shrugged.

“Scratch your nose or whatever before I tie this one down too,” I said, and he instantly scratched a spot on his chin.

It never failed that something itched once a sub was tied up. I usually tried to work around it and be considerate.

“Ready?” I asked once Selt was secured to the table.

“You never did answer my question.”

“We can talk during,” I said, moving around the altar to stand with my forearms resting gently on his knees to remind him just how exposed he was in the candlelight. The position he was tied up in left zilch to the imagination. His face turned red, and his dick twitched.

“I’m ready,” he said and bit his lip.

“Good,” I nodded, staying where I was.

Sometimes timing was everything. Sometimes standing over someone and letting the anticipation build did wonders. Sure, Selt had the flight link to try to listen in on and figure out what I planned to do but since I was only seventy-five percent sure myself even that didn’t give him much to go on.

“You may speak unless I say otherwise,” I said.

He started rambling a bit as soon as the last word left my mouth. His fear mixing with his arousal at how much he enjoyed being tied to the altar hit me in all the right spots.

“What about this family friend? Did they know the nameless lady? Are they already working on it? How soon? What do we need to do? What--- You’re not answering anything.”

“You’re not breathing, sweetheart,” I said.

“Sweetheart, huh?” he huffed, and a smoke ring drifted from his nose.

We both watched as it rose in the candlelight and disappeared when it hit the ceiling.

“While you’re tied up for me, yeah,” I nodded. “So, if you take some breaths, I might decide to tell you a thing or two,” I said, reaching my arms between his spread wide thighs and running both of my hands up his stomach and chest. Trying to be a gladiator kept him in shape. His arms and legs flexed against the ropes, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Is this something where you’re punishing me for pissing off your friend? Like you’re going to leave me tied up and hard up?” he asked.

I almost played along until I realized it wasn’t part of the scene. Selt meant his question.

“No,” I shook my head. “It might be a fair punishment but unless that’s part of what gets you off, no,” I shook my head again. “There’s something in me that can’t leave someone I tied up unfinished. It scares you that I said yes. You expected me to laugh you out of the club.”

“I did,” he admitted.

“Well, you’re not the only one who knows how limited play partners are. Besides, this was foretold.”

“What was?” he asked.

“You. Me. You being tied to the table.”

“By who?” he laughed.

“A family friend. He had this vision that someone else had a vision during a ritual where you were tied to this altar. Now, I think he read it wrong. I don’t think it was a ritual but if I had to guess this is probably outside of his wheelhouse when it comes to sex. The rest of the vision confuses the hell out of me but I’m going along with it.”

“Wait! Would you have otherwise?”

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t invited me to,” I shrugged. “Up until you made that pass, I thought it was a ritual.”

I ran my hands up and down his torso again before asking if he wanted me to stop. He shook his head.

“Speak your answers,” I said, dropping my voice low again.