Catalina loved the thrill of pet play, especially when she could lean into the arrogance of a mythical beast. She lay naked on the plush rug, her long, bi-colored hair—half baby pink and half baby blue—spilling across the floor like a silken hoard of precious gems. Though she lacked scales and wings, her spirit was pure dragon; she arched her back, pushing her chest upward to offer her sensitive nipples to the cool air, and huffed a breath of simulated fire, eyeing her Master with a look of supreme entitlement. She refused to move a muscle unless he approached her with the reverence a creature of her stature deserved, her skin flushing a deep rose from the sheer anticipation of his touch, her heart thudding like a trapped bird against her ribs.
Master stepped into the room, carrying a simple bowl of water and a few pieces of plain dried fruit. Catalina’s nostrils flared, her eyes narrowing at the meager offering. She nudged the bowl away with her nose, a sharp, indignant chuff escaping her throat as she demanded something far more decadent, perhaps a platter of chilled grapes and a crystal goblet of vintage wine. She shifted her hips, the friction of the rug against her heat sending a spark of desire through her. “You’re being a spoiled little lizard today,” Master remarked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and deep into her belly. “Dragons who don’t appreciate their Master’s provision don’t get treats.”
He reached down, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck to pull her closer, the friction of his palm against her bare skin triggering a visceral surge that had nothing to do with roleplay. This brand of pet play always pushed her boundaries, turning her pride into a desperate, aching need for his approval. He pressed her face against his thigh, the rough fabric of his trousers grazing her lips while her breasts pressed firmly against his leg, the nipples hardening against the cloth. He didn’t give her the fancy feast she wanted; instead, he used a single finger to trace the line of her jaw, his touch firm and possessive, reminding her exactly who held the leash in this house.
Catalina let out a soft, whining sound, her pride crumbling as she nuzzled into his leg, craving the discipline he promised. Being naked and vulnerable under his gaze was the only way she ever truly felt seen, her body humming with an electric tension that pooled heavily between her thighs. “Good girl. Now, since you’ve finally learned some manners, maybe we can discuss your reward,” he whispered, patting her head with a mixture of affection and authority. The thrill of their pet play continued as she curled around his ankles, her skin warm against his, a pampered dragon finally subdued by the weight of her Master’s will.
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