Page 1 of Jurassic Submissive

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Bianca pushed her dark hair back from her face and pasted on a smile. The shifter in front of her stared at her with a dark possessiveness she was used to. He'd been in here before, as most of the dinosaur shifters had, but it never made her feel better about his animal nature.

"What are you drinking tonight?" She asked, leaning forward so her cleavage showed even more. The corset she wore was too tight and too small, but she made more than double the tips on nights that she wore it.

The shifter cocked his head as he looked at her for a moment. She tried to remember what kind of dinosaur he was. Velociraptor? Allosauras? After awhile, they all ran together. He stared at Bianca's heavy breasts for a long moment before his gaze shifted to the row of bottles behind her.

"Scotch," he said, finally. "Neat."

She nodded and turned to make the man's drink. She tried not to think about how she felt with him staring at her. While she used to feel sexy working at T. Quila with her sister, Addie, now she just felt tired and worn out. She'd been at the bar for nearly a year, and in that time she'd met more losers than she ever thought possible.

What she really wanted, more than anything, was to take her meager savings and just run away, just start over somewhere new. She had thought Mesozoicara would be a place to start fresh, to find someone she could connect with after Jeremy’s death, but it wasn’t. The men here were just like all the rest. Bianca wanted to find a good Dom, someone she could give herself to completely, but it had been so long.

She was beginning to think such a man no longer existed.

Addie would never forgive her if she left, but sometimes Bianca thought Addie couldn't possibly understand what it was like to be her. Addie was very vanilla. She was normal. She didn’t have the need to submit that Bianca did. She didn’t have the desire to give up every aspect of control to the one person she trusted more than anyone else.

The sisters had come to Mesozoicara because Addie's husband, Joseph, was a shifter. This community was supposed to be a safe haven for shifters and their families, but it had turned out to be nothing more than a place for dinosaurs to act like cave men. There was a fight at the bar almost every night. There were drunk shifters hitting on her constantly. There were even people who would yell at her for "infiltrating" their close-knit community.

Bianca wasn't one of them and everyone knew it.

Though most of the shifters were kind to Addie, they didn't extend the same attitude to her sister. Addie was, after all, married to a shifter. She had birthed two shifter babies. She owned a house in the shifter community.

But Bianca?

Bianca was just another dirty human to them.

And they had no qualms about letting her know it.

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Bianca was closing up when the man approached her. He smelled like the expensive liquor she'd been serving all night, but that didn't mean anything to her. He was just another dinosaur, just another creature who wanted something she couldn't give.

"I'm closing," she commented, glancing over her shoulder at him. She knew who he was, but Hank wasn’t one of her regulars, so she didn’t pay him much mind. She grabbed the cash bag and flicked off the light behind the register. "You need to leave." There were still a few other patrons in the bar, but they were slowly making their way to the door. This man, however, seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"You look good enough to eat," he growled at her. Hank’s dinosaur eyes flashed yellow as he looked at her. Bianca did her best not to shrink back from him. She knew if he shifted, she'd be done for. Even with the tranquilizer gun she kept behind the bar, a strong dinosaur would overpower her quickly.

She took a deep breath and tried not to show her fear. If he got off on that, she didn't want him to get even more excited. If he got out of control, he could rape her or eat her. Maybe both.

Bianca felt like crying. She never should have come to this stupid place. She already hated it. This was even worse. Now, instead of running away like she wanted to, she was going to be killed by an overzealous shifter who couldn't control his urges. Bianca wanted to be dominated; she didn’t want to be killed.

"Get out of my bar," she said. She furrowed her brow and tried to look fierce. Unfortunately, she knew that the shifter could probably sense her heart rate. He might even be able to smell her fear. Each dino was different and she had no idea what this one could do.

He licked his lips, slowly and seductively. He was trying to turn her on. He was trying to egg her on so he could say she came onto him. He was trying to get her to make the first move, whether it be physical or sexual.

"Make me," Hank whispered.

She moved her hand for the tranquilizer gun, but he shook his head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hank lifted his glass of liquor to his lips. His yellow eyes never left Bianca's brown ones. Her hand stilled as he finished the rest of his drink, downing every drop. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and swirled inside the glass, ensuring he got every bit of liquor he had paid for.

Then she realized he was starting to shift.

While most dinosaurs shifted as quickly as possible, some liked to take their time. Some enjoyed scaring the humans who lived here by shifting their tongue, then their ears, then their snout. Some liked to sprout their wings and walk around in a state of half-humanness.

Some just liked the rush they got from the control of completing only half a shift.

Bianca thought this man might be one of those.

She didn't move as he placed his glass back on the bar. Her heart was racing and he glanced at her chest again. Oh yes, he could definitely tell she was terrified. What was worse is that she wasn't sure what to do about it. She didn't glance at the front door, though she wanted to. She didn't glance at the side door, either. He would get there first. It was obvious.

No, Bianca was stuck. She heard the last of the patrons leaving for the night. The front door jingled as they did.

Then they were alone.

"What do you want?" She whispered. She wanted to say, "I'm closed. Fuck off." She wanted to say, "Get out of here before I kill you." She wanted to say, "I hate dinosaurs for a reason and you're the very worst kind."

But she didn't.

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