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A Dragon King claims his Queen.

I'm struggling with myself, with my pride - but clearly an apology is in order. "I'm sorry, love..." is all I can softly whisper, really trying to sound as sweet and contrite as I can. I want to rub my thighs together to release some of the tension, but I stop myself. I open my legs a little, showing myself to him... how wet I am... the pink folds glisten in the early morning light. I want his hands touching me, his fingers sliding up inside flicking at my g-spot, stretching me, fucking me. God, I want him so bad!

"Sorry what?"

My voice drops and I feel like I'm speaking from my center, "I'm sorry, Master". Something about using that word "Master" makes me feel like I've given up control to him. Makes me feel super vulnerable, like I'm caught in a web... this power play between us. I'm calling him on the primal level of energy and love and life. I need him the same way he needs me - and its been this way from the beginning of time.

"I think you need to be punished, babe. I think you ass should be burning, BABE." says Master mockingly. And I think I'd like that.

I don't say anything now. Really, pain isn't my favorite thing. I'd rather have him climb on top of me and sink his cock slowly into my wetness. But at this point, it's a little late in the game for me to negotiate.

"Ask for it." He grabs hold of my hair.

Ow! That fucking hurts. In my mind, I still debate asking for what I want, asking him to fuck me, and pissing him off even more.

"Please... please spank me."

"How many, little slut?"

How many... how many?... I don't know. Why do I have to answer this one, my eyes ask him. I don't want to make decisions... You're the master, you decide - I frown.

"Hey, I'm not fucking around!" he pinches my nipples and rolls them squeezing the tips of my breasts between his fingers. Oh, noooooooooo... My nipples are so sensitive. I'm moaning, and there's a jumble of heat and confusion in my brain.

"Thirty." I quickly breathe out.

Damn... did I just say that?? Thirty?!!?

What was I thinking...

"Feeling brave, are we?" - well at least he seems impressed. I think last time I had to beg him to stop at 25. Its silly but I take a little pride at my upping the ante, as he quickly unties my hands from the headboard and maneuvers my body face-down across his thighs. My breasts and belly scratch over his lap and I feel so naked, while he's wearing his jeans and shirt. His skin protected from my skin by the thin rough barrier. I start to shift a little to rub my pussy against his legs.

Sternly he mutters "Stop." But he's not fooling anyone, I can feel his hard cock pressing into my hip, making an urgent tent in the front of his jeans.

Master makes sure to position me so that my feet can't touch the floor, while my hands are planted. My ass and pussy raised up high, I feel tilted off my balance and scared...

It seems as if he feels my discomfort and starts massaging my ass, squeezing the cheeks, rubbing - god, that feels so good! The muscles of my legs releasing and relaxing. He's pinching the soft flesh where my thighs meet my buttocks. I'm trying to stifle my gasps and whimpers. He feels the wetness between my legs and massages my own slick over my pussy lips. Sliding his wet fingers down and over my clit, massaging it lightly. Feels like I'm caught in a hurricane and now I can't help it - I'm groaning loudly.

Without a warning, he pulls his hand away from my drenched pussy and smacks it roughly right in the center of my left ass cheek. Oh, God, here comes the spanking... He just loves this part, I know. The slaps hurt and seem to come in quick succession. I gulp at the air trying to hold my breath against the injustice and indignity. But at the same time, each slap is sending shocks of sexual heat into my face and my chest.

I've lost count and suddenly he stops. My bottom is throbbing, glowing with warmth. It feels itchy and naughty... the stinging - a feverish reminder of my kink.

I feel him reach across my back over to the nightstand and take something.