Page 8 of The Dragon’s Captive

She asked the question just as his fingers found her jeans and the waistband of those gave way too, falling to the floor. There was a faint singed smell, as if they’d gotten very hot without actually catching on fire. But he hadn’t used fire, he’d just used his hands… was he able to manipulate heat through his skin somehow? Her underwear did not fare any better. In an instant, it too was gone and she was naked, her pink-tipped breasts, soft swelling stomach and thighs, and bright red patch of pubic hair all bared to his eyes.

“Hey! How… what?”

“I’m asking the questions,” the dragon growled at her, tossing her toward the bed. Her clothing was entirely gone, every last scrap of it destroyed by his great, powerful hands. Her bra was twisted as if it had been melted, the underwire poking out the end of one of the cups in a way she knew was unsalvageable.

She landed on the bed, one arm over her breasts as she tried to maintain some kind of modesty while being handled like a rag doll.

“You’re going to pay for that! Do you know how much bras cost!” She snapped her annoyance at him before it occurred to her how ludicrous her words were. She was in a world without lingerie stores, and even if he wanted to pay for what he had destroyed, nobody took dragon currency back home. Her mind was working overtime to try to normalize a desperately strange situation, and it was failing miserably.

“Silence,” he growled, approaching her again. “You talk too much and you say too little.”

She scrambled backwards, but he simply took hold of her left ankle and dragged her back toward the rear post of the bed. He was prepared, she noted. The long leather lashes wrapped around his wrists were unfurled to become shackles for her body. He was not merely content with tying her ankles and wrists to the bedposts either. Once she was subdued he fastened a loop of leather about her neck, creating a collar, and to that collar he joined a long leash, the end of which he wrapped around his hand. It was an unnecessary extra step to take; she already could not move for being bound. But perhaps he knew how that collar would make her feel, the thick band across her neck giving her a deep sense of being suddenly and thoroughly owned.

The dragon stood over her, his cock intimidatingly erect as he ran the tips of several of the remaining leather lashes down the length of her quivering belly, gently tugging on the leash with the other.

“Answer my questions,” he said, “and you will be rewarded with pleasure. Lie to me and you will feel only pain.”

“You have no way of knowing what is true and what isn’t,” she pointed out, panting in her vulnerable position.

“I will know. Your body will tell me,” he replied, letting the tips of the leather slide down toward the prominent rise of her lower lips covered in red curls. “And it is a very beautiful body,” he added, almost in spite of himself. There was an expression of desire and admiration in his eyes that made Kate feel vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

“Please let me go,” she moaned softly. “I’m not here to cause any harm, I promise.”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered softly.

The leather snapped through the air and landed with a sting between her thighs, catching her down-covered lips with a stroke that was not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to get her attention. She gasped and stared at him in shock, his golden gaze meeting hers with a stern smirk.

“You see, you can, when you have the right stimulation.”

She blushed hard enough that it was not just her face that went red, but her cleavage as well. Her squirming attempts to cover her body were of course totally useless. All she was achieving was displaying herself more erotically for the dragon who had taken her prisoner.

“Let us begin again,” he said, more calmly now that he had her under total control. “What is your name?”

“Kate Ferrier,” she said, her words catching in her throat as the leather lashes traced over her body.

“Who sent you here, Kate?”

“I sent myself here.”

The lash trailed down her stomach and dipped between her thighs, the leather running along the slit of her sex.

“You insist on that lie,” he said. “But nobody can create a rift between the worlds on their own.”

“I can,” she said, her hips squirming as she looked into his eyes with a desperate gaze. “I’ve been working on it for a long time. The physics was settled before the war. It was just a matter of containing a smaller, more controlled reaction.”

His brows quirked and the tip of the leather performed a circle around her clit. “Why?”

It was almost impossible to remember, to concentrate, to form words, but she had to or she knew that the lash would return, possibly harder.

“I… ummmm… needed to see this place for myself.”

“Why?”

The lash slid lower, drifting over her inner thighs, back and forth like a sensual pendulum.

“I just had to,” she moaned. “I don’t… I can’t explain it. Please… you have to believe me.”