Dragon Dance Cycle 4: Games Dragons Play by Michael Barnette
This story is another part of the Dragon Dance world-setting that includes Apocalypse Dance, Merry Christmas Mr. Dragon, Games Dragons Play, Plague Dance, and other upcoming titles.

Previously published, this edition of Gift Wrapped Dragon has been lightly expanded and compltely re-edited.

Heat Rating: Shadowfire

Content Warnings: BDSM, D/s, Violence

Bells forgets Valentine's Day and Mistress Nikki is annoyed.

The slender blond man was on his knees, the handcuffs binding his wrists and the collar of black leather were the only things he wore. The fall of his corn silk hair that hid most of his sleek body from the critical gaze of the woman. Sable brown eyes narrowed as she drew closer to him. He could see the anger in her eyes as he peered at her through his hair.

He'd fucked up, badly, and she was pissed as hell at him.

"Hmm....what should I do with you?" Her initial vocalization showed she was displeased with him, and he felt a leaden weight settle in his chest.

Yes, I've certainly fucked up this time. He had to hold his smile in check. He enjoyed it when he really screwed up, it meant punishment, and he took great pleasure in those punishments from his Mistress Nikki.

He lowered his head, shoulders going back, trying to appease her with a show of submission. It wouldn't work, but it would keep her from getting angrier with him. Not that he thought she could get much madder than she was at the moment.

She circled him like a predatory creature, and he could hear the riding crop tapping into her open hand. The sound made him shiver in anticipation of its kiss. He'd earned the punishment and he expected she would lay into him at any second. The thought made his already erect cock twitch with the anticipation of pain.

"Give me one good reason, pretty pet of mine, why I shouldn't beat you." Her tone was harsh and he let himself flinch as if struck by the crop rather than mere words.

"Because Mistress loves her boy?" was the velvet toned response he gave. He knew the answer fell far short of adequate. He hoped for a good round of punishment for his mistake, and adding incorrect or bad answers to her questions would add to the fun.

He heard her laugh, felt the riding crop slide along his arm, the tip of the crop touching his thigh, making his aching cock jump.

Would she give him what he wanted, or not?

Come on Nikki, get creative. Punish the hell out of me. You know it's I want.

She kicked a padded bench closer to him and his mouth went dry. Is she going to have me bend over it for a good paddling? I hope to hell she is.

Instead of having him lean over it to be punished she placed her one footóa foot beautifully encased in a patent leather, open-toed high heel shoeóon the bench. The shoe was so well polished he could see his own reflection in the dark surface.

Pregnant as she is I don't know how she can even stand in those shoes, but damn she's hotter than hell and she's mine.

He licked lips gone dry from the lust heating him, his gaze fixed on the glossy shoe and the foot it held for a moment. She'd painted her toenails bright red. Officer arrest me red. Come and fuck me blind red. He swallowed, struggled to be good. But he couldn't help it. Couldn't stop himself, his gaze following the shape of the spiked shoe up the perfection of her trim ankle, along the smooth curve of her calf, to the graceful bend of her knee and onward to the firm creamy smoothness of her thigh.

A tremor went through him as his visual journey continued, his gaze reaching the end of the erotic trail, dusky curls of pubic hair that veiled the slit of her womanhood. He was burning up, body gone damp with lust-sweat.

His eyes traveled upward to the curve of belly over the patch of dark hair. He wanted to touch that tight, baby swollen belly but his hands were cuffed and he couldn't. His eyes moved higher, to her full breasts. The dark areolas of her nipples jutted out sharply, showing how aroused his Mistress had become while he worshipped her with his gaze.

The crop brushed along his shoulder, down his arm, and he shuddered, a soft, needy moan coming from him. It lifted and came down on his shoulder sharply, drawing his attention where it belonged, on her crotch.

"Taste it!"