Page 12 of Dragon's Desire

The apartment smelled of jasmine incense and she melted onto her leather sofa. Robey immediately hopped onto her stomach and did the whole alternating palm thing that cats do when trying to relax.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one that wanst to paw me tonight. I can’t believe that jerk.” She clearly referenced Peter.

“That is not an acceptable way to speak to anyone, let alone a colleague, but if I report it, it’s just going to lead to a sexual harassment seminar that EVERYONE has to attend, and nothing will actually happen to him. In fact, I’ll be the bad guy.” She took another plentiful sip of wine.

Suddenly there was an epiphany, “You know what I should have done?” As though Robey would answer. “I should have said yes. I’ll bet that idiot doesn’t know a clit from a roast beef sandwich. He’d probably piss himself and cum in his pants before he even whipped it out.”

Staring into her glass at the reflections off the surface of her wine, she fingered the rim of her glass. Within the reflections she could see Peter’s face. As grotesque as his manners were, he actually was a handsome man. If you like beastly facial hair… which… Kiercy did. His clothing was completely utilitarian, and without style, but it actually worked on him. Didn’t show off his muscles at all, but Kiercy realized they were there when she prodded a finger into his pecs.

She thought about him some more and despite her best intentions, imagined them kissing each other.

“Nope. Not going there. That man is repulsive. He’s probably banging some nameless slut in a bar bathroom right now.” She pictured it. The unkempt, and dirty stall, in a barely lit latrine. Her bent over and holding herself up against a wall, while Peter slammed his impressive cock over and over… she, the nameless slut became Kiercy.

“Damn it to hell!” she jumped off the couch nearly spilling her wine, but took another sip for good measure. “It’s time for bed, clearly.”

In her bedroom, she stripped down and rubbed some ointments on bruises she had earned that day, as well the bite marks from the vampire she had battled with. Donning a soft and sheer nightgown, she pulled back her covers and got into her cold and lonely bed.

Peter’s words came to her in that moment. ‘You look good. I look good. We’re young. The night is cold. Just doesn’t make any sense.’

“What doesn’t make sense is why you behave like a caveman. If you spoke with respect and courtesy, you might have gotten lucky,” she said into the darkened air.

“I’d teach him how to respect a woman.” Even as she spoke, she imagined how a different sexual encounter with Peter might go.

She could see him now; on all fours, as she led him around the room by a leash and collar. A ball gag in his mouth. “Come!” She’d jerk on his chain as she walked him around the room. “Walk faster, dog.”

The thought of Peter at her mercy made her vaginal lips moisten.

Her waking dream continued. She would take a lash and strike it across his bare, and muscular ass. Each strike harder than the first, while muffled yelps could barely be heard over the ball gag. “You like that, don’t you, doggie?” She’d say after his hardest lashes.

In reality, she reached down to touch her moistened lips, and pulled that wetness to her clit. She rubbed a delicate and tight circle around her ever engorging nub. Her breath escaped as she began to succumb to the pleasure.

Then what would she do to him? He would love it if she pissed on him. “Roll over, dog.” She’d command and while prone, she’d squat right over his chest. “Beg me to piss on you.”

Imagining him without the ball gag, he was free to respond. “Please mistress, please piss on me.”

As she imagined soaking him, she slipped a finger inside of her and rubbed it around, sending shivers of pleasure spreading down her leg.

Her fantasy continued as she imagined him tied to four corners of a bed; each limb stretched to its limit and completely restricted. She’d blindfold him so that he couldn’t enjoy the view of her exquisite body.

His hard cock would be exposed, and throbbing in the night air. Hoping to find itself imbedded. And she would allow it, but not because he wanted it… but because she would allow it. Nothing about the experience would be meant to increase his pleasure. Kiercy would go out of her way to dig knees, and elbows, and sharp fingernails into his skin while she attained her position of power.

Then when she was ready, she would ride his massive cock. Rocking her body up and down, forward and backward.

And as she imagined the penetrative sex, she slipped a second finger into her vagina and pulsed her hand as hard as she could. In her imagination and in reality, she climaxed as hard as she ever had from masturbation.

Her fingers were soaking wet when she pulled them from her trembling womanhood. With a sigh of relief, and a smile on her face, she turned over and fell fast asleep.

9

KIERCY

Kiercy stood in Liam's office. She didn't feel comfortable sitting next to Peter after her thoughts last night. She hadn't been ashamed of masturbating or sexual fantasies for a long time. Still, in the harsh light of day, it exposed some tension there she didn't want to acknowledge.

He sat in the chair, looking as cocky as ever. She should have reported his behavior. Asking her when they were going to fuck was crossing a line. But she didn't want to be known as the one who rocked the boat and got everyone a fun re-explanation of sexual harassment in the workplace.

It would have been Peter's fault, but she knew that wouldn't be how others would see it. She was damn good at her job but had to waste so much time and energy on placating egos. It was smoothing things over. It was dumb, and stupid, and wrong, but it was the world she lived in.

Instead of sitting next to Peter, she leaned back against the wall and said, "I think it's time I visited Legermain's coven."

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