A Bride for the Mountain God (Divine Dragons 2)

Something about being called a whore was deplorable and disgusting. But fuck me if it wasn’t frustratingly hot when he uttered it in that low, gruff voice. No man could have ever gotten away with calling me such a degrading word. Only the Mountain God could have said it. On his lips, that word tasted like passion and desire.

But splayed over his lap with my bare ass being kissed by the cool air of the room humiliated and thrilled me. His thick, toned thighs were clad in some kind of leather trousers that didn’t hide the tensing of his wonderful muscles against my stomach and hips.

“Mm… Mountain God, please—”

“Ronan,” he rumbled, tenderly placing his palm on my behind.

“R… Ronan?” Alarm and delirium coiled in my stomach from the sensation of his large hand now exploring my exposed ass cheeks.

“My name. I am the Mountain God, but it’s not what you will call me.” He gently patted the left side of my behind where it met the back of my thigh. “That, or you may lovingly and reverently refer to me as husband.”

“Ronan,” I choked out, “you don’t have to do this.”

He gathered my hands and pulled them behind my back, trapping them in his iron grasp. I yelped when his tail slithered forward and curled around my ankles, keeping my feet locked together. Only the titillating sensation of his palm smoothing over my behind eased the lurching in my stomach.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess?” His touch ghosted over the drenched line of my underwear as he moved from one globe of my ass to the next. “We both know you were pushing me to react. Weren’t you?”

My heart pounded like the drums of war, and I knew he must feel it on his thighs. Something hard grew against my hip, and every cell in my brain fired off in excited warning. As exhausted as I should have been, I was alert and nearly vibrating under the dragon god’s control.

He gently swatted my ass, and I yelped.

“Aren’t you going to answer, princess?”

“Mm,” I whined, wriggling on his lap.

“That’s not an answer.”

He gripped my ass cheek, pulling it almost painfully. One wrong move from those claws and he’d slice through my skin, but he maintained his careful self-control, treating me as delicate as glass despite the punishing nature of the moment.

“Yes,” I gasped out.

His hand stilled on my behind. “Yes, what?”

“Yes… I was provoking you.” All the blood rushed to my face, indignant and embarrassed at being forced to admit that.

“As a rule, I don’t like to give naughty little brats what they want. But I find my new wife is in need of a lesson, don’t you think?” His tone stripped all my defenses, swaying me toward obedience. But I’d never been all that great at obeying, not my mother, my governess, nor my kingly father.

I didn’t think I’d be very good at it if I were to start trying now.

I’d already put the pieces together after the way he’d handled me in the woods. Even if I hadn’t, with his hand and tail binding me helplessly over his lap and one hand poised over my ass, I could figure out what came next.

His hand drifted down the curve of my spine, over my hip, and swirled over the slope of my ass. He chuckled darkly as my toes instinctively pushed at the ground, slightly lifting my ass higher to encourage him.

“Answer me,” he growled when I went too long in silence. “Does my wife deserve to be punished for provoking me?”

Punished.

Arousal soaked into my already drenched underwear. If he turned his head to the side and took one look at the cotton, he’d see everything he needed to know.

The cowardly, spoiled part of me wanted to shove myself free and escape from the situation. But the foolishly brave and deliriously aroused part of me clamped down on my tongue before I said something to make matters worse.

“Yes,” I squeaked out.

The god had warned me several times since he’d first caught me. I should have seen it coming when the wind whooshed over my skin and a swift hand landed on my behind.

Smack!

I flinched. He massaged a warm palm over my stinging flesh.

“Good girl for answering honestly.” Ronan’s voice was a flame igniting my insides, and I melted like candle wax.

Being put into such an embarrassing and exposing position made me stare my circumstances in the face. Naked, dangling over a dragon god’s lap, his hand on my ass to bring redemption. I’d never felt so vulnerable and laid bare before. And the sting of his palm—gods—why did it all make me so wet?

“You deserve this, princess. Just remember that later.”

Smack!

As pain blossomed over my backside, I had the fleeting thought that it was a cruel and humiliating punishment. But ingenious all the same in the way my body seized and wound into a tight knot of apprehension.

Smack!

“You horrid beast!” I shouted, once again squirming against his hold.

He tightened the fist around my wrists, chuckling. Cold air kissed my flaming skin before the next hit landed.

“Mouthy for a princess in your position, aren’t you?” His palm smoothed the burn over the slope of my ass. He trailed his knuckles over the backs of my thighs, making my legs quiver from the feather-light pressure. I bit down on my bottom lip when the tips of his claws traced my inner thighs.

Smack!

A cry of protest burst from my lips. Red faced and scowling, I trembled atop the dragon’s lap, But I squeezed my legs together at the mercy of the lesson he meant to impart on me.

Ronan carefully swatted my backside, then groped the globe of soft flesh as if he owned it—examining his new possession. He grabbed the fabric of my underwear, pulling it tight so that the material punched between my cheeks and pressed into my soaked pussy. A low, pleased hum echoed through his chest as he investigated the slick wet lips of my cunt hugging the cotton.

And the friction on my throbbing sex drove me insane.

“Please!” I didn’t know what I wanted; I only knew I needed more.

“What are you begging for, wife? Hm?” His hand skimmed my cheeks, teasingly skirting over my aching center. “I’ve barely started your punishment and you’re dripping for it. I quite like that.”

Wasting no time, another heavy smack followed.

Smack!

A surprised mewl darted free, leaping from my throat. I burned where he’d struck me, and a mortifying heat settled between my thighs in the aftermath. He palmed at the inflamed flesh, caressing as if to alleviate the pain even if he’d been the one to provide it.

My fingers twitched with the obstinate desire to wrench free of his hold. With his tail curled around my ankles, I only managed to wriggle my already curling toes. It was inevitable that I squirmed again, feeling small and defenseless as he cradled me on his sculpted thighs, forcing me to endure his punishment.

From my periphery, I finally caught sight of his face as he watched my humiliation. Mild amusement and determination were etched into his hard features. When I wriggled again, subtly grinding against the bulge digging into my stomach, his lips popped open, and he sucked in a breath. A miniscule reaction, but it felt like triumph when he held all the cards in his hands.

Smack!

Another punitive strike found its target, heating my backside anew. As satisfying as my little act of rebellion had been, Ronan had no intention of ignoring that even over his lap, I wasn’t entirely complicit.

He littered my ass with another, and another, punishing smack. Each heavy strike burned, biting into the muscle beneath my skin. The ache cascaded in waves, pulsing with the beat of my heart. It radiated between my assaulted cheeks to the bundle of nerves in my center. Just when I thought he’d ceased, another harder, louder, heavier sting followed the last. My muscles tensed, my bones rattled, pitiful and utterly undignified yelps vented from my lips.

Smack!

“Please! Ah—Ronan, please!” I howled, eyes prickling as an unknown feeling rose in my chest.

“Is the proud and stubborn brat of a princess going to learn? I wonder.”

“Fuck you, you big lizard! I’ll skin you alive and wear your hide like snake-skin boots!” Despite my threat, he bodily shook with muffled laughter.

He wedged his hand between my thighs. I jolted and gasped, further threats dying on my tongue.

“It will be better if you learn now that you get good things when you behave. Things can and will get worse than this if you continue to disobey.”

Smack!

Then he slipped his hands back between my thighs, urging them apart. My breath hitched, almost choking me. I squirmed, half-heartedly fighting against his wandering touch. All fight and protest drained from my body when his fingers brushed against the soaked line of my underwear. My entire being melted into defeated submission, and I parted my legs further in silent enthusiasm.

The gentle, erotic touch made me forget I was embarrassed, hurting, crying as he explored the evidence of what he’d done to me. I imagined him assessing the red handprints on my backside as he teased his fingers at the edge of my underwear. He would see the outline of my cunt and exactly how turned on I was for his punishments. And I felt the slickness of my arousal when he yanked the fabric again, worsening the greedy pulse in my cunt.

I wanted to throw myself at his feet, groveling on my knees with apologies spilling off my tongue. I needed to squeeze my knees together to escape the hungry longing to be filled in my core. I’d cry and beg and plead and promise that I’d be a good girl for him.

I sniffled, searching for those words. Angling my head over my shoulder, I locked eyes with Ronan gazing proudly at the work of art he’d made on my ass.

“Are you going to be good for me?” A gentle finger grazed my soaked slit, buzzing with need, and lit up from his touch. I twitched in his lap and his smirk widened. “Be a good, obedient, sweet little wife for me, princess, and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

When I couldn’t formulate a response, two more heavy smacks landed where my ass met my thigh. I felt the ache in the depths of my bones. My mouth dropped open, and panic filled my eyes. His were dark and satisfied.

“Answer me.”

Smack!

“Yes!” the word belted free, like a caged bird escaping into the skies.

“Yes, what, princess?” That enthralling touch returned to my core, teasing over my wet underwear.

“Yes,” I breathed, “I’ll be good for you. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Perfect,” he purred. “Now will you let me take care of you, princess? If you behave, I’ll take such good care of you.” The salacious undertones made me shiver with anticipation, his digit hovering over my throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Yes, please,” I whimpered. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be such a good girl for you, please…”

“Alright, shush, that’s alright.” He continued rubbing his fingers over my perpetually throbbing cunt. “I’m going to make it all better now.”

With a snap of his fingers, I heard the massive stone bathtub on the opposite side of the washroom burst to life as steaming water began pouring from the spout.

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