Chapter Four

As soon as we arrived, Taroc tossed me onto a bed. At first, I thought he had taken me up to the suite, but then I noted that the bed was smaller and the room was different. Strange things stood near the walls and hung from the ceiling. Contraptions. Devices. I'm not sure what to call them.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"Take off your clothes," Taroc growled.

"Taroc, where are we?"

"Take off your fucking clothes!" he roared.

Fear lanced through me. I didn't recognize this man. What was happening? With shaking hands, I took off my tunic. Taroc calmed a little, his stare locked on me while he undid his belt. My stare kept moving, going from one odd item to the next. There were things with bars, padded surfaces, and leather straps. A hammock of sorts hung in one corner. A table held more leather items laid in neat rows. Was that a dick? A fake dick? Where the fuck did he get that thing? And why?

"Don't stop," Taroc said.

I looked back to find him naked and magnificent, his thick body slabbed with Tytra muscle, and the dragon scales on his cheeks shining blue. He cracked his neck and gripped his long shaft to rub the bead of moisture at the tip over his length. As he did, the scales on his face receded until they were back to normal.

The fear vanished, lust driving it away, and I hurried out of my pants. This was Taroc, he wasn't going to hurt me. I don't know what I'd been thinking.

"Come here." He held a hand out to me.

I climbed off the bed and went to him, intending to drop to my knees and give him the best blow job of his life. But before I could, he lifted me off the floor, dragging me up his body to kiss me. Wild and possessive, the kiss had me moaning and grinding against him. By the time it was over, I would have done anything he asked.

But I wasn't prepared for what he did.

Taroc took me to one of the contraptions. He laid me down on a padded plank, set my heels in footrests that rose on bars to either side, and strapped my ankles in place. I looked around with wide eyes, taking in the metal bars of the thing that rose over me, more straps dangling from it. Suddenly, I saw the purpose of those strange things. But instead of horrifying me, it excited me. Plus, the bench was comfortable. There was even a small pillow beneath my head. Whatever the thing was, it was meant for pleasure. I started to relax.

And then he strapped my wrists to a bar above my head.

"Taroc, what is this thing?"

"It's to enhance our sex," he said and let out a long, pleased breath. His hand swept down my chest, idly playing with my nipples before moving to my belly. My cock. He took my shaft in hand and said, "When we're here, I want you to call me daddy."

I blinked. "You want me to call you what ?"

Taroc growled.

"All right! Daddy! You're . . . daddy? That's kind of weird, Taroc."

He growled again.

"Daddy! Shit. Motherfucker. Daddy, you're Daddy. I get it."

Taroc went to the table, looked over his collection of oddities, chose a bottle and that dick thing, then returned to his place between my thighs. He set the things down on a handy ledge, then cranked a lever. The contraption forced my legs apart until I could feel the air on my asshole.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "Is this a Tytra thing?"

"Be a good boy and speak when you're spoken to."

I gaped at Taroc.

"I just spoke to you!"

"Uh. Um. Yes, Daddy?"

Taroc grinned.

Oh, wow. What the fuck is this kinky shit? It's always the quiet ones.

Taroc opened the bottle and poured oil over my hole. With the way my hips were angled, it slid down and seeped inside. Meanwhile, he corked the bottle and set it aside. But then Taroc was rubbing it in with one thick finger. Massaging it up and down, flicking the underside of my balls. And I writhed, gripping the bar and undulating my hips. Needing more.

Taroc stopped.

I opened my eyes to find him oiling up the black leather dick. And now that I could see it up close, I was certain that's what it was. It even had the shape of a tip at one end. And he coated that end until it was glossy. Then he met my stare and lowered the tip. I felt it press against my entrance.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I told you to only speak when spoken to."

"Sorry, Daddy." I grinned. Yeah, all right, this was getting fun.

His lips twitched. "Bad boys get spankings, Ember."

"Spankings?" I bit my lip. Why did that sound so erotic? "Oh, no. Don't spank me, Daddy."

Taroc chuckled. "Then be a good boy."

"I'll try."

Taroc gently pressed the object into me, working it in and out, in and out, until it slid a few inches. "How does that feel? Do you want more?"

"I want you."

He paused.

I quickly tacked on, "Daddy."

He shoved the dick deeper. Pumped it until my cock bobbed and dripped. I moaned and writhed on it, shivers going up my belly. I don't know why, but him fucking me with that thing was so fucking sexy. I couldn't stop watching him, wished I could see more. But oh, I could feel it. That greased leather. The perfect size. Working me open so I could take a bigger, real dick.

"Oh, fuck," I panted. "Never mind what I said. Keep fucking me with your leather dick, Daddy!"

Taroc grunted and yanked the thing out of me. As I panted in shock and disappointment, he pulled another lever and the platform I was on went loose. Swiveled. He spun me to face the opposite direction. Then he adjusted something beneath my shoulders. My head lowered, and my mouth watered as I saw what I came in line with.

"Open your mouth," Taroc said.

"Yes, Daddy." I opened my mouth eagerly.

Taroc groaned as he slid that hard, long flesh into my mouth. I sucked him as he moved over my tongue and tightened my lips. I couldn't see him grip the bar over my head, all I could see was his balls and dark curls, but I felt his hands settle beside mine. And then Taroc started pumping into me.

Groaning around him, I strained at the leather shackling my wrists. I wanted to touch him—take his hips in my hands and pull him even deeper. And there was something so fucking hot about not being able to. He was in complete control, and I loved it.

Taroc fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then yanked out, leaving me gasping. He adjusted my head back into its original position, then spun me again. I was still panting and dazed when he locked me into place and set his shaft at my entrance. The tip pressed past my ring of muscles. I moaned and rolled my head. But he wouldn't go deeper.

"Who's your daddy?"

I blinked and looked up at him. "What?"

"Tell me who you belong to. Who's your daddy, Ember?"

"You are!" I grinned, getting into this weird daddy shit. "I belong to you, Taroc."

He groaned and slid a few inches deeper. "And what do you want me to do to you?"

"Fuck me, Daddy," I moaned and wriggled. "Fuck me hard, please!"

Taroc slammed into my ass. One hand lowered to flick yet another mechanism, and the platform I was on slid toward him. He grabbed my thighs and bucked into me, pushing the platform in the opposite direction. Gaping at him, I slid back and forth onto his cock, my channel coming alive as our bond rose to make it even better.

Rolling his head back, Taroc growled. His body rolled as well, belly rippling and pectorals tensing with every buck of his hips. He pulled and pushed, bringing me slamming down on his dick only to send me shooting up again. I couldn't think straight. My gaze went from his wild face, black hair tossing around him, and over to the other equipment in the room. I couldn't wait to try the next one.

"Say it again!" Taroc demanded.

"You're my daddy!" I shouted, then cried out as my cock erupted.

"You're damn fucking right I am," Taroc growled and sped up. "Here, I'm your only daddy. The only man who fucks you."

A few seconds later, my daddy locked up against me and came with a roar. With his hands clenched around my thighs and his glowing stare locked on my face, Taroc filled my channel with hot seed. He shuddered, let out a sigh, then pulled out slowly.

"Here at least, you will obey me, Ember," Taroc said.

With our bond so bright between us, I could sense Taroc's emotions and his dragon nature was doing a number on him. He had a sharp need to possess, to make his claim on me, even though he knew I was his. This was his way of establishing some dominance for his dragon, of showing himself that I was his alone in some way. In short, Taroc needed this. And if he needed it, I'd give it to him. After all, the Goddess herself approved of him. For me. She said I needed Taroc. And I did. I would always need him.

So, I said, "Yes, Daddy."