A Pet for the Dragons

60.

ARIKA

"Fuck you," I spat, not caring for my life anymore. I was expecting Radrox to lose his mind and attack me. Instead, his eyes blazed pure gold, and he gave me a menacing smile.

Fuck.

I swallowed hard, trying my best not to stare at his smile. The scar made his smile look more sinister, but I couldn't help but notice hints of his previous face. He'd been attractive once, but now, he was straight-up scary.

I stilled, trying to read him to figure out his next move. Suddenly, he tugged me closer until our lips were almost brushing. I took a sharp breath as my heart skipped a beat suddenly but for an entirely different reason.

I felt strange tingles all over my body, slowly making me feel heated... making me more aware of how close we were and the fact that we were truly alone this time and he could do anything to me and no one would ever interfere.

This realisation should've scared me, but it didn't. Instead, it made me feel hotter, reminding me of my last time with this red dragon man. He'd been intense with me, giving me overwhelming pleasure. Remembering our last time together made me feel hotter.

As much as I hated him because of his surly face and nasty attitude, a part of me liked it. I liked surly and broken men, and he fitted the criteria well. This greatly baffled and surprised me.

"I'll fuck you up, alright," Radrox promised darkly. It was a threat and should've truly scared me, but it didn't. It made me crave more of him. Maybe I was losing my mind, but then again, I'd never been a normal person. This was my normal.

I kept my glare at him to keep up with the appearances. I wanted to push his buttons and see how far I could test him and what he'd do once I crossed the line.

"Oh really? What would you—" The words died in my throat, and in the next moment, I was lying on the ground while he hovered over me. His eyes were dark gold as they burned intensely on me. He had my hands pinned above my head and had my knees pressed together so that I couldn't move.

For a second, doubt crept in as the remaining part of my rational mind tried to warn me about the red dragon, but at that moment, my deepest primal desire took over. He had trapped me and had me under him... yet all I felt was excitement that turned into a gentle pulse between my legs.

"This is where you belong, pet— under your master, wearing his collar," He told me darkly, and I almost quivered, feeling his scarred lips so close to the sensitive spot on my neck. The throbbing between my legs grew despite me hating the fact that he was calling me his pet. I tried to get my hands free, but he tightened his grip. My nipples hardened, and I clenched my thighs, glaring hard at him for unknowingly having this effect on me.

"I'm not your pet," I hissed, never breaking eye contact, which only enraged him further.

"Yes, you are, and you'll learn it soon enough, but first... I need to teach you about trouble," He said, and suddenly, the fur wrapped around my body was gone. I was entirely bare for him. "It's a pet's duty to behave well," Radrox spoke as he squeezed one of my nipples with his free hands, making me squirm.

He was tugging at my nipples, not so hard that they'd hurt but hard enough to give me pleasure with a silent promise of pain, and my body found that arousing. "If a pet misbehaves, a master has all the rights to put her in her place. You know what's the place of good pets and bad pets?" Radrox asked.

I wanted to curse at him, but I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd end up moaning.

"A good pet belongs on her master's lap, getting all his affection, and a bad pet belongs in her master's dungeon all chained up, getting punished until she learns her lesson," Radrox said, and even though his words were enraging, they oddly turned me on. The thought of having Radrox having complete control over me made me wetter than ever. I squeezed my thighs tighter, hoping he'd never find out about it or I was truly fucked,