syllable left her lips, than Drake had her over his shoulder and was
striding from the room to a chorus of wolf-whistles and laughter.
Drake stopped briefly at their chambers’ door and waited
as Savren opened the way. As soon as he could, he plowed through the entry,
down the hall and straight to the end door. He stopped and pulled out a key,
which was hidden above the doorframe. He quickly unlocked the door and strode
into the dark space. With Becky on his shoulder, he could feel her pussy's heat
radiating through her dress and into his shoulder. He grinned—she really was
his missing piece. He slid her down his body. As he listened to Savren enter
the room and begin to light the candles, with his first puff of flame Becky
flinched in shock.
"He shifted out in the hall so the flash wouldn't
startle you, little one."
She nodded, then went to turn
around as Savren lit candles around the room and the dark space was bathed in a
soft light. Placing his hands on her hips, Drake swiveled her back to face him.
"This room has been our secret project for a long
time. Both Savren and I worked hard to get everything in here just right. It's
never been used. It's been waiting, like us, for you."
He slowly pivoted her around so she could see the
whole room, which was now completely bathed in soft candlelight. He heard her
breath catch and felt her body tense.
****
Becky stood frozen in place as her eyes adjusted to
the soft candlelight and saw the room she was in. She'd read one or two romance
novels that mentioned some of this stuff. The books had caught her interest,
but she'd never been brave enough to do anything about her curiosity.
She slowly moved away from Drake. She ran her hand
over the soft leather on top of what looked like a vaulting horse from her high
school. Drake's deep voice echoed through the room.
"That's a spanking bench."
She looked closer at the sides and noticed wrist and
ankle cuffs, and a rush of heat left her core at the thought of being
restrained over this bench for her men. Not wanting to focus on why the thought
of being restrained and spanked got her hot, she moved farther into the room,
to a large four poster bed. Wrapping an arm around a post, she looked over the
bed covered with luxurious black sheets. Several ropes and pulleys hung from
the wrought iron scroll work that formed a canopy over the bed. Supple looking
leather cuffs rested at each corner of the mattress. The thought of lying spread-eagled,
at the mercy of her men, got her even hotter. She clenched her thighs in an
attempt to gain some relief.
She paced around the bed and found Savren, still in
dragon form, silently trailing her actions with his gaze. She walked over to
him, ran her hand over the cool smooth deep purple scales of his cheek and gave
him a light kiss between his eyes before she went on her way. She walked
straight past a large chest of shallow drawers. She didn't think she was ready
for whatever lay in those just yet.
She stopped in front of a bunch of leather and metal
chains that hung from the ceiling, so she pulled out one of the chains, trying
to work out what it could possibly be. Drake was quick to educate her.
"It's a sling. You will look exquisite in it.
Spread wide open for us."
Her breath shuddered out of her, and she clenched her
thighs together as the ache in her core intensified. If she kept this up, she
was going to combust before either of her men even touched her.
Once she got her arousal under some small level of
control, she continued walking. Her journey ended with a large cross that stood
perpendicular to the wall, where it joined the wall. She noticed it was on
hinges, so it could—possibly— lie flat against the
wall. She reached out a hand and stroked the smooth timber. She jumped when
Drake's hands slid down her arms and he whispered in her ear.
"Do you like our cross, little one? Ours is extra
special. We made some modifications."
Becky could just imagine what those modifications
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