Aaron fell back into the seat, his body arching slightly as Karen's nail slid across the length of his hardening dragon.
She was applying enough pressure from her nail that he could feel it pricking, but the motion was so gentle and smooth that he felt no pain from it at all.
Instead, he was feeling as if his body was strapped to a chair and he was in some twisted bondage play written by a dom mommy.
And although he wasn't really into being the 'submissive' one, here this wasn't a fair fight at all.
His 'opponent' was a literal primordial, a being that rules over worlds and realms.
Just her touch was a divine boon that he couldn't have imagined.
Him – A mere mortal, a consort– dare to contest against the empress of destruction?
No way. Such a thought didn't even cross his mind.
In fact, no thoughts were crossing his mind. It was as blank as a mind could be.
