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would be. Drake trailed
his hands up her arms and down her back. She felt him loosen the laces of her
dress, and she did nothing to prevent the material from falling to the floor in
a pile, leaving her naked. Drake's hands landed on her shoulders, and he
pressed her forward. Her nipples tightened as they came into contact with the
cool timber of the cross. He reached up with one hand and took hold of her
forearm. He gently led it to where a leather cuff hung near the top of the
cross.
    "I don't want to cause further injury to your
wrists, little one. I'll adjust the cuff to be as large as possible, and you
can slide your hand through and hold on. If you ever feel like things are too
much, you just slide your hands free and we'll stop. Okay?"
    Becky nodded as she watched Drake adjusted the buckle
on the cuff, before he helped pull her hand through so she could comfortably
grip it. The soft supple leather felt nice against her skin. He repeated the
process with the other wrist before he moved onto her ankles. He cuffed one
loosely in a soft cuff, but when he got to her sprained ankle he moved things
around a little. She watched him pull a rope through a pulley from the ceiling
down to her knee level. A larger soft cuff hung from the end of the rope. He
firmly attached this one to her thigh, just above her knee so that her foot now
hung just above the ground.
    "If your leg hurts, you tell me. Hopefully,
keeping your weight off it will ease any discomfort in your sprained
ankle."
    Once she was fully restrained he prowled back up her
body, and he paused at her neck and breathed in deeply. With a growl, he swiped
his tongue across the sensitive skin of the junction between her neck and
shoulder as he blanketed her back with his hard body. He caressed a hand around
her hip to her mound, where he cupped her and pressed one single, long, thick
finger into her wet core.
    "You are very wet, little one. I do believe you
like our little playroom."
    She shuddered as desire flowed through her body at his
husky words. With Drake's hard body pressed up against her, she desperately
wanted to touch him. Forgetting about the restraints, she began to pull at her
arms and legs, the soft leather cuffs against her skin reminding her if she
slipped free, it would all end. Drake stepped back from her with a sly chuckle
as he slapped her right ass cheek. She gasped as the sharp sudden pain of the
slap turned into a delicious ache. The sensation flowed through her body and
heated her up even more. She let her head fall forward as Drake delivered a
second slap to her left ass cheek, and the ache increased. Groaning, she
listened as it echoed around the room.
    "Oh Becky, you're so into this, aren't you? We're
going to make you feel so good."
    Becky's eyes had slid closed without her being aware.
A bright flash cutting across her eye lids brought her head up and her eyes
open. She gasped as she saw Savren standing right in front of her, still in all
his dragon glory, so she realized the flash must have been Drake. Confirming
her thoughts, she heard purring come from behind her, and she turned her head.
She could just see around the timber that Drake was moving up behind her, his deep
purple scales reflecting the candlelight. Her lips curled into a massive grin
as she remembered her conversation with Eilagh about dragons and their tongues.
    She turned back to look at Savren. "I heard a
rumor about dragons."
    Savren's massive
head cocked to the side as he watched her.
    "I was told your tongues vibrate, and that they
were very … um … enjoyable." She felt a blush rush over her cheeks as she
talked so candidly. She was never one for dirty talk before, but being
restrained like this made her brave.
    That thought stopped her. It was only hours ago she had
been strung up against a wall with her feet and hands restrained. But this was
different, so very different. She trusted both Savren and Drake, and they had
given her an out. If she wanted them to stop, all