Velvet Dragon by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 9781610400862
Amazon: B004K1EYZC
Barnesnoble: B004K1EYZC
Goodreads: 9583570
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2010-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Leung did the slow and steady motions of his morning exercise, forcing himself to sink into the meditation, into the ebb and flow of each movement. He hadn't slept; his mind had been racing, running over the things that his master had taught him.

"You are lovely, my dragon. So graceful." His master's voice was like a caress.

He tried not to let the praise affect him, but it did. His skin flushed, his heartbeat sped.

"When you're finished, I'm going to use my Beauty on you. I imagine you'll be even more graceful when every step is on pins."

"Yes, Sir." His penis filled, becoming swollen within its bonds.

"Don't let me distract you from your morning exercise, though."

"No, Sir." He closed his eyes, focused on his center, his heartache.

He could still feel his master's eyes on him, though, and he knew that Master Serius would not miss a single movement, the tiniest breath. It took a few movements, then he was going, soaring, moving beyond the room he was in. It almost felt as if he brought his master with him.

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By the final movements, he was sheened with sweat, entire body awake and aware.

"That was lovely, my dragon." Serius held a towel out to him.

"Thank you." He wiped his face, willed his breath to slow.

Serius disappeared, returning a moment later with a bottle of water and another cloth, this one damp. Giving him the water, his master began to rub him down. He drank deeply, his skin alive and tingling from the attention in a way it never had been before.

"There. Five minutes to make sure you're in the right head space, and then my Beauty and I will make your skin sing."

"Yes, Sir." He would do his best.

Serius left him, but returned five minutes later and asked him to bend over, his hands on his knees. He leaned, mind going back to that empty, silent, safe space.

"If you need to make noise, I would like to hear your cries."

He shivered, nodded. "Yes, Sir." He could not cry out and keep his center. He could not.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

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"Very good." The crop hit his ass, the snap sharp.

He sucked in a quick breath, hands clenching on his knees.

Serius didn't just indiscriminately lay down the crop, the hits came slowly, carefully. Each one was placed exactly where his master wanted it.

Quiet. Silent. Centered. Controlled. Please.

The back of his neck. His shoulders. His lower back. His ass cheeks. The backs of his thighs, knees and calves.

He couldn't make out the pattern, but felt there was one.

Then Serius stopped, spread the comforter from the bed onto the floor. "Lie down on your back."

His stomach clenched, and he had to force himself to move, to shift. So hard. So difficult. Serius' hand was there to guide him, though, and when his back touched the comforter, it seemed shockingly cold. His breath left him, the muscles in his chest tight.

"Breathe, Leung."

His eyes were open, staring up into Serius'. They were warm and full of confidence -- his master believed he could do this.

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