Bound by the Dragon: Book One (Bound by the Dragon Series 1) Read online

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter One - The Disguise

  Chapter Two - The Dream

  Chapter Three - My Ex-Boyfriend

  Chapter Four - Getting More Than Asked For

  Chapter Five - After

  Bound by the Dragon

  Book One

  By Jenny Moore

  No part of the publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior written consent of the publisher.

  All characters depicted in this work are fictional, consenting adults.

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  Copyright © 2016 Jane Carson

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  CHAPTER ONE

  The Disguise

  I slid my fingers under the elastic band of my boy short underwear and closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to have an actual man’s tongue swirling up and down the most intimate, private places of my body right now. That was all I wanted tonight as I watched the white lettered credits of my favorite romantic comedy roll up the black screen my TV—a man with big, rough hands who would spread open my legs and taste me. I circled my clit with my fingers until it started to throb, then I thrust them into the tight wet space between my legs and moaned. God, I wanted—needed—an orgasm after everything I’d gone through this past month. The break up, the crushing loneliness, the impulsive move to the mountains of North Carolina. I wanted someone to fuck me raw, so that everything else in my life would just disappear for a little while. At my current level of horniness, it wouldn’t take much. I pushed my fingers in a little further and let my knees fall open. What would it be like to feel the light tickle of an man’s stubble on my legs as he ate me out? I felt goosebumps rise up all along my inner thighs just thinking about it.

  I bit my lip as the muscles began to contract around my fingers.

  I imagined a man, shirtless, lying on the other end of the couch, his mouth buried in my pussy. I imagined him looking up just when my orgasm starts to ripple down deep into my vagina and a lightening bolt of red hot energy vibrates in the dark between us, me seeing him with his mouth slick and shiny from sucking on my wet pussy, and him seeing me at my most vulnerable, most raw, most animal. I wanted that intimacy with someone. I wanted a man to see my every curve, every quiver, every glimmer of sweat on my body and want it all again and again.

  “Mmmm,” I murmured to the quiet darkness of the one bedroom cabin and let myself get lost in my fantasy world. No one was around to judge me. That was the best and worst part of living alone the middle of the woods. The soft orchestral music from the TV credits wafted through the vanilla candle-scented air. The wood-burning stove popped and crackled.

  I pumped my fingers hard and let the orgasm unfold into the deepest parts of my body. I moaned, savoring that one last moment of hot, wet, trembling bliss, before going limp and sinking back into the soft cushions of the couch.

  I allowed myself a minute to gaze up at the skylight in the A-frame ceiling. The full moon shed pale blue light through the dusty glass. Stars dotted the black sky like cell phones in a packed audience of a rock concert. At least I still enjoy getting myself off, I thought. Not even my lying, cheating prick of an ex-boyfriend and his new skinny, blonde, glossy-lipped lover could take that from me.

  Just then, something in the sky caught my attention.

  The light flickered high above my little cabin skylight and a shadow slid over the moon. Just for a split second, like the flap of a robin’s wing, or the zip of a shooting star, too quick to have been a cloud drifting over. I squinted at the patch of sky through the glass in my ceiling surrounded by sturdy planks of wooden rafters. When only the moon stared back at me, and I knew I’d been seeing things again. It was bound to happen to me from time to time. It got so dark in these woods. That was something I’d have to get used to.

  An instant later, I heard a strange shuffling at the front door. Before I even had a chance to pull my fingers out of me, three quick raps sounded against the wooden door of my cabin.

  I sat up in a blink and quickly wiped my glossed fingers on the hem of my oversized t-shirt. I remembered all at once what that knocking was—the medium cheese and jalapeño pizza I’d ordered. I hopped off the couch and rifled through the nearest cardboard box until I found a pair of shorts to throw on.

  Another set of knocks rattled the door of the little cabin, followed by a male voice. “Hey, Miss Haylie, you home? I got that pizza for you.”

  I grabbed the wallet from my dresser and fished out a few worn bills. “Ok Benny, be right there!” I called back. How lame was it that the pizza delivery guy knew my name? Was this cause for concern? Was I turning into a hermit who finger fucked herself four nights a week and ate pizza out of the box? Oh whatever, I thought. I owed it to myself to be a little indulgent. I’d only been living here three weeks, and there weren’t a lot of food options in the small mountain town ten miles up the road. Technically, my cabin was out of the delivery range, but Benny from the local pizzeria made an exception for me.

  Benny played on the football team at Green Lake High School, as he’d proudly told me one evening while handing over an extra large onion and mushroom thin crust. The way he always lingered to chat on my front porch made me think he’d developed a school boy crush on me. I think he saw me as exotic. I had boobs, quite a bit of them actually, and an ass that men liked to grab on to. And there was the fact that I was a city girl, a novelty in a place like Green Lake. But regardless of why he had a crush on me, seeing Benny always brought me a bit of an ego boost. And a damn good pizza.

  I lifted the curtain of the front window, just to make sure it was Benny and not some crazy forest psycho, before unlatching the dead bolt and opening the door. Benny stood there in all his boyish quarterback-golden-boy beauty on my rickety porch balancing a box of pizza in a red thermal bag on his arm.

  “Thanks for driving all the way out here,” I said.

  “No problem, Miss Haylie,” Benny said amicably. He opened the Velcro flap of the bag and handed me the pizza. “You know I don’t mind it.”

  I handed him the money and took the cardboard box of cheesy goodness, turning to put it on the kitchen counter. Normally, at this point, Benny would tug his Mario’s Pizzeria hat off his head, smile shyly at me, and casually invite me to his next football game, but Benny was oddly quiet tonight.

  “How late you working? Don’t you have homework to do?” I teased, not wanting him to go just yet. He was fun to pick on, kind of like a little brother. He always got these big red splotches of blush of his cheeks when I embarrassed him. It was cute.

  “Two more hours,” he said with a shrug.

  “Your parents let you stay out this late?” I put my hand on my hip and cocked an eyebrow at him. “On a school night?”

  Something flashed in Benny’s eyes, which totally took my by surprise. Anger? Had I said something that upset him? That was a first.

  “Hmm. That’s good to know,” he said, lowering his voice.

  I paused, tilting my head, taken aback by this new tone he was using on me. “What’s good to know?”

  “You take charge. You tease. But I must warn you. You shouldn’t talk to me like that.”

  “But… I always talk to you like that,” I said, genuinely confused.

  “Haylie,” he took a step closer. “I understand you. This whole tough girl act, you don’t have to do that with me. I respect you because of the woman you are. I know what you want. You can trust me to give that to you.” Hi
s lips curled up in a rather adult-looking smirk. “I know what you just got done doing to yourself.”

  I felt my own cheeks blushing instead of his. “Yeah, watching TV and unpacking. Super exciting.” I laughed a little and gripped the edge of the door, just in case I needed to shut it quickly. What the heck was going on with Benny? I hadn’t really realized how tall he was before tonight. I had to look up to see his whole face. Something dark and unfamiliar had settled in his round blue eyes.

  “You’re turning red,” he said, his gaze moving slowly to my lips. “And you’re sweating.”

  “Yeah, because I was unpacking. Lots of heavy boxes.” I wiped a stand of hair from my forehead and realized in horror that it was wet with my sweat.

  He shook his head, the porch light dancing in the blond strands of his neatly combed hair. He wore an odd smile that belonged on a man much older and experienced than Benny. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said. “You’re a beautiful woman who has needs that aren’t being met.” He took another step towards me so his lips were inches from my face. “A beautiful, powerful woman who needs to be teased and pleasured. Don’t you lie to me. I heard you in there, you naughty girl.” He leaned in closer. “And I can smell you all over yourself.”

  “Benny?” I should’ve slapped him across the face for saying something like that if I hadn’t been paralyzed by sheer shock. Except would that be considered child abuse? No, he was eighteen. An adult. I could slap him if I wanted to. But at that moment, I couldn’t move. My legs felt wobbly. Why was he talking to me like this? More importantly, why was I starting to feel warm all over. I was a grown woman, almost thirty. This was not ok. No. Not ok at all. “Benny, what you’re saying is very inappropriate, ok?” I said, regaining composure. “You’re a nice kid…usually…and it’s clear that something is going on with you. I don’t want to get you in trouble, but if you don’t apologize right now, I’m going to call your boss and report this behavior.”

  Benny’s round blue eyes sparkled in amusement.

  The nerve of this kid, I fumed. He thinks this is funny.

  “If I was going to apologize—which I’m not,” Benny said, “I’d say the only thing I’m sorry for is that I wasn’t the one responsible for giving you that orgasm you just had.”

  My mouth literally dropped open. I couldn’t speak. High school guys didn’t say words like orgasm. Especially not to women ten years older than them. That was it. Benny had crossed the line. I raised my hand to smack him good and hard against his cheek.

  Like the flicker of a candle, his arm shot up and grabbed hold of my wrist. He moved much faster than any human being should have moved, even a star quarterback. It scared me.

  “Let go,” I said, trying to wrench my arm out of his grip as hard as I could.

  He didn’t budge. In fact, I hadn’t even knocked him off balance, and I wasn’t some scrawny twig of a girl either. It was like fighting with a steel clamp. Hard. Unyielding.

  “Haylie, don’t fight me,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. “The more you resist, the less control of myself I have. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  There was something raw and honest about his words, and I found myself believing him. As I gazed back into his eyes, I didn’t see Benny anymore, but someone else. Something else more ancient and powerful than the forest that surrounded my little cabin.

  “There now. You can be reasonable.” He smiled and pressed his hand into the small of my back until our bodies were touching. I felt his cock, hard and ready, and I wanted it.

  “I’m going to taste you now, is that ok?”

  “What?” I tried to recoil, but he held me fast.

  “I’m going to taste you.” He bought my hand to his face, and breathed in. “You smell very good.” He wrapped his lips around my index and middle finger, rubbing his tongue up and down along my finger tips. I gasped, unable to help myself. I could feel muscles clench between my legs as he sucked on me.

  Then he pulled them out slowly. “I can still taste you on your fingers.” He brought his lips to my ear and pushed his body against me. Once again, I felt the tip of his dick pushing into my stomach.

  Fear and arousal swirled around in my body.

  “You are naughty girl,” he whispered. “No wonder I felt drawn to you.” The heat from his breath almost made my legs give out. “Do you want me to fuck you properly? That pretty pussy of yours deserves a lot more than ten minutes of fingering yourself.”

  I blinked, coming out of this strange trance. This was Benny. Or at least, it looked like him. It wasn’t right. I opened my mouth to tell him that I was going to do more than just call Marco and give him an earful. I was going to call his parents. And the police. But instead, all I could say was, “We shouldn’t.”

  Benny dropped the thermal pizza bag he’d been holding and pressed his hand to the small of my back, grinding his erection harder into my body. “Then tell me to stop.”

  “This… isn’t right,” I said quietly, mortified that I couldn’t find enough breath in my lungs to yell at him.

  He slid his hand down to my ass and gave each side a firm—very firm—squeeze. Then he rubbed his hand right down the center of my ass like he wanted to get under my shorts and touch me where I’d never let anyone touch me before. “Then tell me to stop.” He pressed his finger between my ass cheeks, stretching the cotton of my yoga shorts. “Come on, Haylie. Say the words.”

  I hesitated for a moment, mesmerized by the intensity of his eyes. The way he stared at me was more beast than boy—like he’d fuck me right here on the porch if I gave him the tiniest indication I wanted it. He had a tight grip on me and his touch felt hot. Like more than just body heat. And his fingers. They felt sharp, almost like… like claws.

  Benny’s eyes traced down from my eyes, hovering for a moment on my lips, then down to my nipples, which had poked through the thin cotton of my t-shirt.

  I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  From the way his eyes lingered on my curves, I knew he liked it.

  Then he lifted my leg and pressed me up against the wall, touching my clit through the thin layer of his khaki work pants and my cloth yoga pants. Suddenly, he gave me a startling shake. “Damn it, Haylie. Answer me when I ask you a question,” he said with the steely resolve. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Well, no, as a matter of fact, I didn’t, but I had to stop this. I had to. It wasn’t right. I forced myself to nod. “Yes,” I said. “Stop.”

  He sighed, uncoiling his hand from my ass and letting my arm slide back down to my side. “Haylie, I don’t know why you do this to yourself. You want it. I can smell how badly you want it.” He straightened up and adjusted his his Marco’s pizzeria hat. “But I can be very patient when I need to be. I prefer to wait until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

  As he turned to head towards the end of the gravel driveway, I saw the bulge in his pants. Benny was fucking hung. Who knew? His boner was practically busting out of his khaki work pants. I licked my lips involuntarily, then realizing what I’d done and felt embarrassed.

  As Benny disappeared into the darkness of my unlit driveway, I took a few deep breaths, trying to process what had just happened.

  Well, this sucks, I thought. Now I’m going to have to find a new pizza place. I shut the door and grabbed my phone to call Marco. And what the hell was that? Benny had gone completely off the rails. What kind of high school kid talked like that?

  As I sat down at the kitchen table, I felt the incredible wetness on my thighs. I’d been dripping wet. Literally dripping. From Benny. Oh fuck me, I thought. Was I going to get this hot and bothered every time a guy talked dirty to me? I needed to do some online dating or something. Like right now. Before I got in trouble by indulging my kinky fantasies with poor innocent Benny.

  Except, he hadn’t talked like he was innocent. He talked like he was some supernatural sex god. And the way he moved, the way his skin felt—it was like he wasn’t quite human.

  I shoved a slice
of pizza in my mouth and waited for someone to answer the phone.

  “Marco’s Pizzeria, would you like to place an order for delivery?” said a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

  I froze.

  No.

  It was… impossible.

  “Hello? Are you there?” the guy on the phone asked. “Is that you, Miss Haylie? I recognize your number on the caller id.” The voice on the other line belonged to Benny.

  But that couldn’t be. “Who… is this?” I stammered.

  “Aw, come on, are you serious? It’s Benny. You know me. Quit playing around.”

  “Benny,” I repeated.

  “You know, I thought we had someone special, Miss Haylie,” Benny said, in his easy, teasing way. “I can’t believe you sent your new boyfriend to pick up your pizza. I thought we had a connection, you know?” He laughed, sounding young and boyish again, not like the dominating male who had just groped me on my front porch.

  “My… boyfriend,” I murmured, dazed.

  “Yeah, he said you didn’t need delivery. That you asked him to pick it up. But I’m not too pissed about it. The guy’s an awesome tipper. Twenty bucks, and that was just for carryout.” He paused, and I head someone talking to Benny in the background. “I gotta go, Miss Haylie. It’s busy tonight.” He hesitated. “Wait, why are you calling? Is everything ok with the pizza?”

  “Oh, um, yes. Everything’s great. I was just calling… to tell you how… good it was.”

  Benny laughed. “Well, that’s kind of weird, but thanks! Glad you like it. Oh, and I got a game on Friday if you’re free. Starts at seven. Guess I’ll see you around.”

  I muttered a goodbye and lowered the phone from my head, gazing out the window. Beyond the feeble porch light stretched a vast darkness. “Who was that?” I whispered. “What was that?”

  And the bigger question… why was I so fucking turned on?