---Lane's POV---

The room was absolutely silent. Not a breath to be heard as I tried to remain as quiet as possible ; even breathing had become controlled and soft in an attempt to listen and hear Jethro in the room.

The second we got home, I had thought things would've gone steamy and intense but much to my surprise, Jethro had told me to get some shorts on and meet him in the bedroom. I had followed his demand, albeit a bit confused and did as he asked.

Now I was kneeling in the middle of the room, the soft plush carpet tickling my legs as each exhale ruffled the plush against the bare skin of my leg. The floorboards outside the room creaked, my back instantly exploding in an array of goosebumps as I shivered all over.

The door closed with an audible click but I didn't dare look up. I wasn't afraid, not at all. But judging from the rumbling sounds with each in- and exhale, Jethro's dragon was very much in charge and controlling Jethro's body.

I think I might've poked the bear a bit too much...

A shiver ran through me as hot air brushed over my shoulder, a single fingertip trailing over my spine and following the goosebumps down before he huffed with amusement when a purr slipped from my lips.

"Such a gorgeous and perfect little kitten." Jethro rumbled as he stepped away and I instantly felt at a loss when his fingers left my skin. I blinked quickly, trying to glance around the room but looked down when Jethro clicked his tongue.

Fingers brushed over my throat, slight pressure forcing my chin up gently yet firmly until I was looking Jethro in the eye. "Are you untouched, little one?" I blushed beet-red at his question, instantly gaining a purr like growl from Jethro as he blinked lazily.

"I see. We need to make some rules if we're going to explore this obvious chemistry. Your tiger was all too eager to provoke and lure me out, but now it seems to be content to hide in the shadows, hmm?"

Without any prompting of my own, by chest puffed up, arms reached back to clasp behind my head and my chin jutted out, as if silently defying Jethro's words. I could tell from the smirk on his lips that he was amused, the reflection of my glowing eye a big enough clue that my tiger was calling the shots now.

"Interesting." His fingers danced over my arm and down my throat before he crouched down so we were face to face. Effortlessly, he made me look up, my chin gently pinched between his fingers as his eyes flitted over my face.

"The rules are simple," Jethro started as my heartbeat raced against his fingers, heat blossoming from where he touched. "We dragons are very possessive creatures. Whatever we find dear to us, we keep safe, nurtured and protected." His eyes gleamed a vibrant gold, the pupil a tiny slit seemingly engulfed by flames.

His fingers gently petted my face and throat, edging towards my hair until soft rumbles vibrated through my chest. Jethro smiled warmly at that as he continued, "I simply want obedience and trust from you. As I shall treat you with respect and love, I wish to be respected the same way. When I ask you to do something, you will obey me."

"Of course, you're allowed to speak your mind; I wish to have a mate, not a puppet to dance for my amusement." He smirked, eyes flashing when he caught the little burst of defiance that my tiger felt. "But I'd like there to be a very good reason for you to disobey me"

I shivered, not in fear, but excitement. What Jethro was asking had been normal for me to do. I had already played by his rules for my entire stay and back at home I had no issue to keep my head down.

A tingle rushed down my spine as he leaned closer, "It seems that your tiger already knows how to present, though when I ask for this position, you shall be standing on your feet." He wasted no time in tugging me on my feet, his hands firm yet gentle as he placed me exactly as he wanted me to be.

"Don't move."

My muscles tensed, as if preventing me from disobeying his command as Jethro circled around me. The shorts I had borrowed were slowly slipping down and after a gentle tug from Jethro, they pooled on the floor.

"Lift your feet, Kitten." I did as told, stepping out of the shorts and blushing as I stood naked before him, eyes straight forward though I wanted to look at him. A small shock rushed through my body when his fingertips barely touched the small of my back, dipping towards my cleft.

I nearly moved when his touch suddenly disappeared, a sense of loss blooming in my chest before he was pressed against my back and inhaled deeply. A low, echoing rumble vibrated his chest, making me close my eyes and submit to the sensation.

"Very good kitten... Though I shall ask this position of you when I wish to inspect your body."

Happiness exploded through my body at the small praise, a content sigh escaping me as leaned against him. After all this time having to take care of myself, always wondering and fearing for my life at the pride, it felt as if an immense burden was being removed from my shoulders.

He continued for the next few hours, showing me several positions to learn. He had me sit at his feet, then kneel. He even requested my tiger form too to teach me positions to use when in public.

At the end of the session I was petted, groomed and cuddled, soaking up the love and attention as if I had been starved. My eyes were heavy lidded as I was pressed against Jethro's side, my arm resting on his massive chest as I was safely tucked under his arm.

A content sigh escaped me as his fingers petted through my hair, tugging slightly in such a way it made my tiger chuff and purr with excitement. Suddenly his fingers tightened around my neck, pulling my face up to him.

My eyes widened, breath stuttering through my chest as I saw the blatant desire and hunger in his gaze before he masterfully claimed my lips. I mewled and purred, grabbing onto him as his tongue licked over my lips, demanding entrance that I happily provided.

I could feel the blush staining my cheeks but I didn't care; I was much too distracted with having Jethro roll over on top of me, pinning me under his muscular frame with my arms held above me and my legs spread wide open.

Warmth blasted over my face as he exhaled sharply, his lips and tongue claiming ownership over me, tracing over my cheek and throat with hot openmouthed kisses and the occasional sharp nip that made me wriggle and moan.

It felt slightly weird to be completely naked underneath Jethro, who was still dressed in his shorts, but also oddly exciting. His fingers pinched slightly around my wrists before releasing them, and I didn't dare to move them as I had understood the silent command.

His fingers wrapped around my arms, slowly tracing a path down to my chest. He leaned back to allow me to breathe, though it was almost impossible with the way he nipped at my shoulder and ground himself against me.

My stomach quivered as I felt my cock swell even more, balls tightening painfully as I whimpered and arched up against Jethro. A warm hand wrapped tightly around my glistening cock, pumping slowly as Jethro nipped and sucked, leaving countless of hickeys across my throat.

"You want to cum kitten?" He husked in my ear before nipping at the lobe. I couldn't tell you if I begged him for relief, if he even understood that I fully agreed and desperately needed to cum. I shivered as Jethro started to whisper in my ear, telling me all his deepest, filthiest desires to the point where my legs wrapped around his hips and I mindlessly humped him like a bitch in heat.

"Please, please, please...." I panted, groaning and shivering as Jethro worked me to the edge and back again. My hips rolled up with his every movement, following his rhythm as he stroked me harder, one of his fingers slipping in between my cheeks to circle around my pucker.

I arched my neck, screaming my release to the heavens the second Jethro's thumb rubbed over the head of my cock, his whispered "Cum." was like music to my ears. Streams of white cum shot out of my cock, drenching my chest and hitting my chin as I whimpered and mewled in pleasure.

My whole body shivered and twitched, too tired to move as my legs sagged around Jethro's hips. It felt as if I was floating, barely aware as Jethro pressed kiss upon kiss on my face before he leaned down. The sensation of his warm, moist tongue as he lapped up my release made my stomach quiver and I groaned weakly as he kissed me soon after, letting me have a taste of my own release.

"...Master..." I whimpered, clinging onto him as he held me just as tight, grumbling deep from within his chest. His soothing growl soon mixed with my tiger's deep and satisfied purrs as I slowly allowed myself to relax and droop in my master's arms.

I was utterly boneless, a shivering and shaking mess... And I couldn't wait to see what would happen if we'd do a full scene, as I had a feeling that Jethro had held back today.

Only time could tell, I suppose. But for now, I was going to enjoy the warmth of his arms, his murmured praises, telling me that I was such a good boy for listening to him and that he was proud of me.

And that's how I fell asleep. In the arms of my lover and master, feeling completely and utterly satisfied.