Seth and Marcus have been together for a while, but Marcus has held part of himself back, unsure if his lover could handle all of him. But now it's time for the moment of truth. The dragon shifter welcomes Seth into his world, the world of BDSM. Marcus is the Master of his world, a Dom in every sense of the word, and he's about to teach Seth the joy of submitting.
*M/M, interracial, bondage, sex toys, flogging*
His heart raced, his pulse pounding so loudly he thought surely his lover could hear it. Seth had never thought he’d be in this position but, now that he was, excitement thrummed through him at the thought of the forbidden. Having grown up in a strict Catholic home, he’d always been taught that to want another man was wrong, forget letting that man handcuff you and bring out the whips and toys. Especially a man who shapeshifted into a big, red, three-horned dragon. His parents were probably rolling in their graves – puritanical, abusive assholes. He smirked. I hope the Devil is tormenting your black souls every day.
The silk of the blindfold caressed him as his eyes sought in vain to see his lover, his eyelashes stroking the soft fabric as he blinked. The creak of leather told him that Marcus wasn’t far. God! When he’d seen Marc dressed in those black leather pants, a pair of heavy black boots on his feet, his pulse had leapt, and so had his cock. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this turned on. There was musk in the air from the incense burning on the shelf near the wall, masking the scents of leather, oil, and whatever else Marcus had put his hands on. It meant Seth could only rely on his senses of touch and hearing, narrowing his focus.
Seth flexed his fingers; his hands were cuffed to the cross-posts of the St. Andrew’s Cross. The smooth wooden beam lightly brushed his chest as he shifted his feet, trying to get into a better position. This was the first time Marcus had brought Seth to his playroom and he felt a surge of adrenaline as he thought about what was to come. They’d played with sex toys before, even bondage, but nothing like this. Things had been far from vanilla between them, but nothing to this exent. Marcus had told him what to expect, had explained the rules, but Seth was worried that passion would overcome him and he’d forget everything he’d been told.
The sound of leather creaked again as he heard footsteps approach from behind. The callused tips of Marcus’ fingers trailed down his spine, his partially shifted claws lightly scraping the skin, raising goose bumps along his flesh. Oh God! Nothing was sexier than a partially shifted dragon. Seth’s nipples tightened and his cock jerked in response, a bit of pre-cum beading on the head and cooling quickly. It should be a crime to be this turned on with so little stimulation.