---Lane's POV---

Everything was dark. Soothing darkness that clung around my body due to the soft fabric wrapped around my head, blocking my one eye from catching any movement. Soft pants slipped from my parted lips, taking in the air and scents as much as I could.

The room was completely silent save for my excited gasps and the minute creaks of the floorboards whenever Jethro moved around. I couldn't see, yet I could feel his gaze burning over my body. A soft touch brushed against my bare thigh, barely missing my excited cock before it disappeared.

I had lost track of time ever since I stepped into the door. Jethro had wished our guests a good night rather early in the evening and the woman hadn't thought anything of it. But the wicked intent in Jethro's gaze when he had slowly closed the door behind us and eyed me with a growing grin...

He had started off by stripping me slowly, sensually. Gentle brushes of his fingers trailing over my body, lips pressing languid kisses, trying and succeeding to find sensitive weak spots.

The sensual play had continued as he had slowly crowded me to the bed, tying me down as he laid on top of me still fully clothed. It was only when I was secured and properly blindfolded, mercifully left in his very capable hands that I had heard the whisper of clothing falling to the floor.

I twitched, pulling at the fabric that restrained my wrists above my head as the touch returned. My tiger chuffed, gaining a low chuckle from Jethro as his fingers tantalizingly slid up my thighs, bypassing my cock yet again.

Master chuckled at the repressed whine that slipped from my lips, my skin so oversensitive that I could nearly feel the ridges in his fingers as they brushed slowly over my ribs, a hot breath panting over my chest before I arched in his touch when his teeth captured a nipple without remorse.

A loud gasp escaped me and suddenly the pleasurable sting was gone, leaving me trembling on the bed, unable to reach for my Master. "Hush pet. We don't want our visitors to take notice and come over to investigate."

I panted, jaw quivering and a delicious shiver coursing through my body when Jethro's lips pressed against my throat, teeth nipping and sucking at the skin to leave their marks behind. My fingers twisted around the fabric when I felt his lips curl into a smirk seconds before his touch left me once more.

W...what is he up to...

Something cool and wet slid over my heated skin, making me jerk and gasp softly. Faintly recognizing it as an ice cube, I trembled and bit my lip when the cool touch was quickly replaced with warm lips brushing along.

My thighs trembled when warm fingers pushed them open before a cool touch slithered down my chest to my belly button. The ice cube melted fairly quickly, especially when Jethro's tongue followed the trail, laving away any drop of water that was left behind.

Unconsciously pulling at the restraints, I had to bite back a whimper when I felt Jethro's breath nearing my straining cock, a tremble rushing through my spine.

"Not a sound, kitten..."

I heard the clinking of the ice cubes swirling in a glass before the bed jolted slightly. My eyes bulged under the blindfold when Jethro's oddly cool lips stretched over my cock, slowly engulfing it till he was at the root.

Cold ice in his mouth pressed against my flesh while Jethro's hot tongue swirled around my cock, the clash of the temperatures was making me lose my ever-loving mind! I strained against him, jaw open in a soundless scream as my claws sank into the fabric restraining me.

Jethro hummed in amusement, causing my legs to wrap around his head to press closer to that source of pleasure. I knew he could feel how close I was to the edge, felt his fingers reach for the base of my cock before squeezing, holding off my release.

I arched my head back, baring my throat in submission and silently pleading for more. He easily accepted the offering, mouth closing around my throat with a contented grumble as his body settled against mine, slowly grinding.

He kept bringing me close to my release before backing off, soothing my body down with reassuring words and praise, only to tease and torment me in such a delicious way that soon I felt almost as if I was floating above, out of my mind and body and only aware of my Master's touch.

Lips pressed against my ankle before it was raised, resting on Jethro's shoulder. He did the same with my other leg before leaning closer, hands resting on my hips while my clawed fingers held onto my restraints.

My tiger started purring the second I felt myself getting lifted into Jethro's lap, making Master chuckle in amusement. A rustle sounded before the blindfold was pulled away, making me blink in confusion before producing a muffled whimper when Jethro used it as an impromptu gag.

His eyes were a swirling mass of gold, a telltale sign of just how close his dragon was to the surface. He smirked slightly, fixing the gag so I had no trouble breathing but would at least muffle any sounds I'd let loose.

And judging from the wicked gleam in his eyes, I'd need all the help I would get.

Jethro's hands took a tight grip on my hips, my eyes widening as I could feel the slight pinching of his own claws. And then my back arched, a breathless cry muffled in my gag. The slight burn of his entry was nothing compared to the all overwhelming pleasure of having his thick cock finally pressed all the way inside.

He arched his hips smoothly, instantly finding my prostate and smirked as I trembled underneath him. Jethro leaned forwards, nearly folding me in half as he hovered over me, my legs dangling over his shoulders.

I was expecting him to start pounding away, giving into his own hunger and desire but his thrusts were languid. Each thrust glided against my prostate, creating sparks of maddening pleasure to the point where tears were slowly gliding down my cheeks.

Clenching around him, Jethro growled lowly and pulled me harder in his lap, picking up speed as he thrusted deeper, faster. A shiver ran through my body as he mouthed at my throat, my toes curling as he shoved in and grinded, hips swirling erotically.

The tearing of ripping fabric was lost to me, my claws making short work of the restraints. Their freedom was short-lived though as Jethro's large hands easily pinned mine down, fingers intertwining as our hands were pressed on either side of my head.

Low growls and grunts were slipping from Jethro as I could only produce muffled whimpers and whines, biting on the cloth as I arched into every thrust. Jethro's eyes were intense, a cocky yet tender smirk on his lips before he leaned closer.

I mewled, focusing on pushing back the pleasure as much as I could. Jethro hadn't given me permission to come yet and I did not want to find out how he'd punish me for disobedience. My stomach quivered, thighs trembling against his shoulders before my toes curled.

My brow crunched together, teeth grinding into the fabric as I panted sharply, my senses swarmed by Jethro's scent, the pleasured grunts and growls that rasped in my ear, the heat and pulsing of his flesh each time our bodies joined as one.

His hold tightened as a lower, deeper growl rumbled through his chest and I nearly choked on my tongue when his cock expanded, growing thicker and longer whilst his body heated up. My tiger purred deeply as Jethro's own dragon was staring down at me, letting loose completely as I stared up at him, silently pleading, begging for release.

Jethro masterfully claimed my mouth, tongue piercing past my lips and dominating my mouth. Within seconds Jethro pulled back slightly, chuckling at my disagreeing whine before he maneuvered me on my side, one leg trapped between his while the other was curled around his hip before he thrusted inside again.

He pounded on as I arched my back, digging my face in the pillows seconds before I felt his hot breath pant against my shoulder. "Cum for me, Kitten." He snarled, teeth digging in my shoulder in a permanent mark. I arched up and cried into the gag, nearly convulsing from the pleasure as it swept through my body.

Jethro snarled around the mouthful of flesh, his cock thickening before I felt him spill inside, sending me on a mind wrecking orgasm that left me a mewling, drooling mess. I was struggling to breathe, arching as my cock kept spewing cum, balls pulling painfully tight with each wave of pleasure.

I think I might've blacked out at some point, only feeling soft touches on my body, fingers rubbing over the marks in my wrists, a tongue laving over the mark in my shoulder, only to relent when I mewled tiredly, a weak trickle of cum spilling from my spent cock.

"Shhhh, easy love. I'm so proud of you. You're such a good boy, Lane." Jethro crooned as I was hauled against his body, a wet cloth gently mopping up the sweat and cum that stained my body. Before too long, I was wrapped up in my masters' embrace while he kept whispering how proud he was, that I was such a good boy, the perfect mate, that he was blessed to have me.

All the while I felt like I was floating above my body, that I could see the tender care he used as he handled me gently, taking care for me to the point where I managed a strangled whimper, body shivering as it remembered the aftershocks of extasy that had ran through it.

"There we go, such a good boy. Drink, Kitten." He urged gently, my head resting on his biceps as he sat me up slightly, holding a glass of cool water against my lips which I dutifully drank until a satisfied sigh escaped me.

My eyes flitted across the room unseeingly, drool slipping from my lips as purr after purr rumbled through my chest. I vaguely heard Jethro's chuckle before he laid me out on the bed, rolling me gently so I was face down while I heard a gentle clinking to the side.

A moment later, salve was rubbed gently over the marks around my hips, taking away the slightly stinging sensation before lips pressed between my shoulder blades, a semi hard cock sliding against my thigh.

You can't be serious....

Jethro chuckled as if hearing me, pressing a kiss against his mark before wiping his hands clean and proceeded to tug me tightly against him. Trembling, I managed to force my muscles to co-operate, pushing my face against his throat and inhaled deeply.

And that's how I fell asleep, grinning like a moron and my face buried underneath my Master's chin.