Page 36 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“There’s a warming drawer in there too, in case you want to save some food for later,” Raptor said. “And a mini dishwasher. No need to bring the dishes back to the kitchen.”
Raptor had a dishwasher in his bedroom. Adishwasher.And awarming drawer.
He said it all socasually.
Walren gaped.
Raptor grinned. “Feel free to use them, if you’d like. But if you’re stepping into my bedroom without warning, don’t be surprised by my wandering hands.”
“I’m still stuck on the warming drawer, to be honest,” Walren mumbled. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“I almost had a stove installed. But then I would’ve needed counter space, and a sink, and knives... It was easier just to leave that all in the kitchen.”
“May I look in the fridge?” Walren asked.
“Of course.”
With Zebbie still strapped to his chest, Walren headed over to the mini fridge. In there were pastries, two bottles of wine, milk, cream, and—
“Is that cake?” Walren blurted, but it came out as a moan.
“Chocolate cake, made with the finest Belgian chocolate I could find,” Raptor said, looking delighted. “It’s yours if you want it.”
It was rude to grab things from his boss’ mini fridge before he had even fulfilled his end of the contract. Walren made himself close the fridge. “M-maybe later.”
He turned away from the temptation, only to notice something he had missed earlier.
In the far corner of the bedroom, apart from everything else, sat an alpha-sized daybed. Above it, a wooden platform had been rigged to the ceiling, suspended with motorized ropes and pulleys. What stood out was the circular hole drilled through the middle of the platform.
“What’s that for?” Walren asked. “Wait. Is that your ‘contraption’?”
“Ah... yes,” Raptor said awkwardly. “I haven’t had anyone to test it with.”
“Can’t you test it yourself?”
Somehow, that drew a laugh out of Raptor. “Aren’t you adorable?”
“I’m not!”
Raptor nodded at the wooden platform. “Look closely at it.”
Something about the hole itched Walren’s brain. He edged closer to the daybed, eyeing the opening. It had been sanded down so it was smooth on all sides, and the wood had been polished to a shine.
“I’ve programmed the platform to rise and fall according to a few preset rhythms,” Raptor murmured, gesturing at a control panel to the side. “I’m sure you can figure out what the hole is for.”
What could he possibly want to put in that hole, while he was lying down?
It struck Walren like a thunderclap. “The—”
And suddenly he could imagine Raptor stretched out on the daybed, naked, his muscles gleaming, his cock pushing in and out of that hole.
Walren would be sitting on top of that opening, and... and...
Walren choked and hastily covered Zebbie’s eyes. “Isn’t that hole... a little big?”
Raptor’s smile heated up Walren’s insides. “You’ve held me. Do you think it’s too big?”
No, it wasn’t. That hole would fit Raptor’s cock and knot just right, with a bit of room to spare.
