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“Douchebag,” Mika murmured under her breath. She pulled her scant clothing more tightly around her body and avoided meeting his gaze.

“I do not know what a douchebag is,” Lazarus said, “but I take it that it is not a compliment.”

“It’s useful, sometimes,” Mika said with a smart shrug. “But kind of dirty and embarrassing to be seen with.”

Two pairs of masculine brows rose. Mika barely stifled a laugh as Casimer tipped her head up and glowered down at her with a stern expression, his ice blue eyes nailing her.

“That is enough, pet. You will not speak with disrespect.”

“He did first,” Mika argued. “He said I wasn’t going to be a challenge. He was all kinds of wrong.”

“I admit, that may be the case,” Lazarus replied. “A creature of limited intellect may not be capable of understanding the consequences of her actions.”

“I am not stupid,” she said, offended. “And now you’re being rude. Are there consequences for that?”

“Enough!” Casimer interrupted the spat.

“My apologies, sire, I did not intend to excite your pet. I will be at your service, sire, when you are free to attend to the matters of the realm.” Lazarus bowed and took his leave, leaving Mika to Casimer’s displeasure.

“He doesn’t like you spending time with me,” Mika noted.

“You must learn not to rise to courtly comments, pet,” Casimer said. “There will be many, and I will not have you reacting aggressively.”

“I wasn’t aggressive at all!”

“You were rude. If you cannot say anything pleasant, you must hold your tongue.”

“Or what?”

Casimer chuckled darkly and tapped his finger lightly on the very tip of her nose. “Oh, my sweet pet, your ire has been raised and you are proving most disobedient. I think it is time your training began in earnest.”

CHAPTER 9

Mika found herself returned to the bedchamber and then Casimer left for an hour or so. She was starting to think that he had forgotten about her entirely, but he returned after a time with a large stone box between his large hands.

“What’s that? Presents for me?”

“Presents for a naughty pet? Hmmm. You could say that,” he said with a smile. “Disrobe, Mika. I will have your body bared.”

Mika reluctantly shed the sheet she had been wearing. Being naked with Casimer was… well… it was an exciting experience. She was sure whatever training he had in mind would involve something sensual. Everything he did with her seemed to.

“It is time for your training,” he said. “I have made some preparations.” He set the box down on a side table near the bed.

“What’s in there?”

“What was it you said?” Casimer gave her a handsome smile. “Ah, yes, a pet must walk on all fours, must not speak… and must have a tail…”

He produced a thick rubbery looking plug from the box. It alone would have caused Mika some concern, but she was horrified to see that it came complete with a little puff of white fluff in a similar hue to her own dyed locks.

“No,” Mika gasped… “No… not that…”

“Oh, yes, my pet. You need to be taught precisely what it is you are. This little tail will do the job admirably, I think. Go to your hands and knees for me. Present your bottom.”

“I don’t want to,” she whimpered.

“I could spank you first and put you into position over my lap,” Casimer offered.

“No…” Mika let out a low, pitiful whine. It did nothing to sway the dragon king. He was quite stern in his insistence and she soon found herself on hands and knees, her bottom presented to the monarch as he dabbed a slippery grease on the tight little bud of her rear.