Page 28 of Connor and the Dragons

The command landed low in my belly and stayed there. His voice was flat and certain, commanding in a way my body seemed quite fond of. A thin curl of frost crept along the bedpost under my hand, and I moved the hand, too late.

Oallian sat up. He looked at the bedpost, and then at me, his whole face lit up with delight. “Oh, I bet you’d be quite skilled at control,” he said cheerfully. “You’re very bossy and uptight.”

“I am not bossy, I am the commander of this mission,” I huffed.

“It wasn’t an insult,” Oallian said. “I’d be happy to do anything you like. You’re very beautiful, and my body is quite attuned to the idea of you as my second master.”

I carefully marked my place, set my crochet project down, and stood. “I don’t know how to do that.”

Connor tapped his pencil on the page, then turned to both of us. Oallian watched, bouncing just a little on the mattress.

Connor crossed the room toward me, unhurried, and I had ample time to do any number of correct things. I could have stepped back. I could have made a procedural remark about sleep schedules. I was the senior advisor to a reigning queen; I was the ranking official of this mission. But my brain failed to come up with any kind of command that would stop him from coming.

He cupped my chin in one hand. His fingers were warm, and they smelled faintly of pencil, and he tilted my face down to his and leaned in beside my ear, and in a voice pitched for me alone he said, “Oallian needs a distraction so that I can focus. Would you like to be that distraction?”

I whimpered. Connor traced his thumb along the edge of my jaw.

“I keep picturing what you would look like impaled on his big cock, chasing your own pleasure. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“I would like it!” Oallian said, clapping. Connor shot him a look, and his mouth snapped shut.

“The two of you will need to pass as my submissives,” he said, in the tone he used for logistics. “Oallian is clearly willing and eager for that role, but I need you, Kessrin, because you can control your magic, can’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” I whispered.

“So the plan would be to have you pose as my submissive, and stay close enough to make your magic look like mine. To convince them that I am a wizard.”

“Of course. Because you are the only one of us who is human, and wizards are human.”

“As a plan, it’s fantastic. But the thing is, I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to control both of you for real. To make him serve your beautiful body with his cock and mouth. To watch your careful control come completely undone.”

Behind me, Oallian let out a soft moan. “I like this cock contraption less at the moment, because I would very much like to be hard right now.”

“But the mission,” I whispered.

Connor’s focus was still on me, his thumb still tracing my jawline, soothing me. “The way I see it, this will make our mission easier, because we won’t be acting. It won’t be lies. And the fewer lies we tell, the fewer lies we have to get caught in.”

“It’s only practical,” I said, nodding. “For the mission.”

“Kess. Look at me.”

I did, at the heat in his dark eyes, at the tense cut of his jaw.

“I’m fucking hard for this. For you. Do you understand? The thought of watching you fuck yourself on Oallian’s big cock makes me hard.”

“Oh,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. His pupils were blown out and his breath was coming faster, just at the thought of controlling our bodies, of watching his dragons fuck. His dragons. That wasn’t what we were, was it? His thumb traced down the edge of my jaw, and I fought the urge to declare myself his.

“Can you undress for me, sweetheart? I want to see how beautiful you are.”

There was a rustle of fabric behind us, and I looked over my shoulder to see Oallian was somehow already naked, his clothes thrown across the room. Connor laughed, then winked at me. “He’s quite a willing slut. He will make you feel so good, won’t he? All that heat and attention focused on your pleasure.”

My cheeks felt hot as I took a step back, hesitating only a second before carefully removing my clothing. It was for the mission. I was providing the fire dragon with a suitable distraction so Connor could focus. My hands were not entirely steady on the buttons, and my undershirt froze into a stiff block as I attempted to fold it into a neat square.

Connor’s lips twitched. “Is that from arousal or nerves?”

I could feel color rising to my cheeks. “Nerves.”

“That’s good, I don’t imagine frostbite to the dick is fun.”