Josie softly closed the door when she returned to the lair from the bathroom. Wearing only her thin camisole, she padded back over the rug to the sofa. Raf was lying on his back, his head hidden between the plush cushions. One of his arms had sagged down to the floor, his fingers lying curled up on the rug. As she approached him, she could hear him snoring quietly. She giggled as she sat down beside his leg and placed her hand over his cock.
The snoring stopped abruptly and he lifted up his head to look at her. "What?"
"Well, what do you know, it works." She giggled as she curled her fingers around his cock. "I never really believed the rumour that grabbing a man by the dick would stop him from snoring, but I guess it does."
He blinked for a second, groggily processing what she had just said. Then he veered up and wrapped his arms around her, muttering: "I'm pretty sure the rumour says to grab their nose."
"It does?" She chuckled as she gently stroked, feeling it grow harder in her hand. "My bad."
Kissing her neck and shoulder, he grumbled: "Do you perhaps have some ulterior motive for touching me there?"
"Maybe?" She leaned into his kisses as she stroked his cock.
He paused, his lips brushing her ear as he asked: "What did you have in mind?"
Her hand retreated and she bashfully lowered her eyes as she pressed her fingers together. "You said something about abduction and resistance and you said it in that voice..."
His hand grasped her hair and he let out a deep growl. "What voice?" He grinned knowingly.
She shivered in his arms and nodded slowly. "That voice."
He pulled her into his lap, holding her close as he asked in exactly that voice: "And what happens when I say things in that voice, Princess?"
She relaxed in his arms, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his chest. "They become true…" She murmured.
"It's funny how that works, isn't it?" His eyes took on a dreamy look as he thought about what he was going to say. "So is that some kind of intrinsic, magical quality of my voice? When I describe things to you in enough detail and in the right tone, you just start to feel those things? Or is that because you're so conditioned to respond to my commands, whenever I suggest even the slightest hint of something, your brain just makes it true for you?"
Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened to utter a reply, but when his hand stroked up her face and he started to draw circles on her forehead, her mouth fell open and her head swayed on her neck, weakly following the circles around and around.
The tone of his voice slowly changed from dreamy to harsh."Let me tell you how this is going to go, Princess. You're trapped in my lair. There is no escape. And the problem is that the enchantment has worn off. No more blissful mindlessness for now. The sweet, delicate Princess realises now that she's been torn away from the comfortable palace. You're painfully aware of your helplessness and fear in the face of my power. You can squirm, you can whimper and you can cry but I am going to use you until I'm satisfied, is that understood?" And he pushed her off his lap onto the rug.
She curled up into a ball, her breathing suddenly quick and scared. Her body tensed up and she covered her head with her arms as if she was bracing for impact.
As he rose to his feet, he stretched his arms and let out a roaring laugh. "Is something wrong, pretty Princess?" He grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to keep her head down, he grasped her throat just under the chin with his other hand. She shuddered in his grip and looked at him with large, fearful eyes.
He growled at her, feeling his cock grow and pulse at the sight of her like this. As he held her by the throat, he groped her breasts with his other hand. "Has anyone ever touched you this way? Or has it been only fawning and bowing servants all your life?"
Her eyes closed and she clenched up for a moment. Then she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him in the face. "Unhand me, you monster." She hissed, glaring at him.
"Monster?" He laughed again. "No no no Princess. I turned into a human, just for you. And I'm going to do some very human things to you." He pulled her closer and hungrily kissed her on the mouth as his other hand still groped her through the thin fabric of the camisole.
She pressed her hands against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but his hand on her throat deterred her from really trying. Her body responded to his kiss, her lips moved and her nipples grew hard under his touch.
With his lips brushing hers, he growled and asked: "You still want me to let go of you?"
"Yes," she replied in a small voice.
He pushed her and she fell backwards to the floor. After a moment of whimpering on the rug, she pulled her legs up and hugged her knees. He sat down on the sofa and leaned forward, looking at her as he patted the cushions next to him.
"If you want to be more comfortable, you can come sit here with me."
Her shoulders rose and fell quickly with every frightened breath. She stared at him with large eyes and she didn't move.
He grinned at her. "In that case, I'm going to make you less comfortable." Slowly, revelling in the way he loomed over her, he came towards her. He grabbed the collar of her camisole and pulled it up over her head. She had no choice but to quickly slip her arms out of the garment. He flung it to the floor and immediately sat down to straddle her legs. Then he pushed her down against the floor, his big hands on her chest, and his erection rubbing against her naked skin.
Shuddering under his touch, she averted her face and closed her eyes. The uncomfortable grimace and the way she tensed all over showed how vulnerable she felt.
"Look at me, Princess." He commanded. "I'm using you for my pleasure, and I want to see the look in your eyes when you start to notice the pleasure in your body. You can try to resist, but underneath you're enjoying this. I want to see it in your eyes." While still holding her down, he forced his other hand between her legs.
Her eyes stared up at him in shock and her hands clawed into the carpet as she squirmed, trying to escape his touch between her lips, trying to deny the sexual pleasure rippling through her body with every thrust of his finger.
He grinned as he got ready to penetrate her. "That's a good Princess."
In the past, he had always denied his desire to fuck a woman like this, holding her down, tears in her eyes. Every time she tried to look away, he made her pay attention, with a slap in the face, or just by squeezing her throat. But now, with Josie, he didn't have to hold back, he didn't have to worry that he would hurt her. It was so liberating to know that she wanted this, she asked for this, and she would still love him when it was over. It was hard to tell whether it was that knowledge that made him cum so much faster, or just the violent fucking itself. He growled and groaned like the monster he was finally allowed to be, pressing her into the plush rug with his body. He lay down and pulled her with her face up against his chest, as if he was cuddling a doll.
"How are you doing, Josephine?" He whispered.
She snuggled up close against his skin. "I'm used and spent and thank you, Dragon." Her voice was breathy and quivering. "I wish I could fall asleep like this."
He looked around the lair for a moment, then rose up to a crouch and picked her up in his arms. "We'll clean everything up in the morning." He muttered as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom.