A Mad Dog Needs a Leash — 17

At her strange answer, Ezra rubbed the glistening, slick entrance with the head of his cock as though tempting her. Each time, she flinched, and the sight was oddly endearing.

Having admired it a few times with just the tip, Ezra let out a low groan at the sight of Daisy writhing her hips, then laughed outright and drove himself into her in one thrust.

“Haahk!”

Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, Daisy flailed for something to grab onto and this time seized the headboard safely. She had merely taken him in, and yet the pleasure cresting through her was enough to scatter her thoughts entirely.

Watching her come undone filled Ezra with an inexplicable joy. Riding a strange surge of triumph, he began to move his hips slowly.

At first he kept the pace languid, studying her reactions. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, her body shuddered and a moan spilled from her lips — she seemed to like it deep.

Was it like this last time, too?

Back then, Ezra had been just as overwhelmed by his first experience, and he had taken her in an utter, desperate shambles. A faint pang of guilt stirred somewhere in his chest, but on the surface he still clung to the convenient belief that Daisy must have slipped him some kind of drug — which meant none of this was his fault.

“Right. In a dream, things go exactly the way I imagine them.”

Murmuring under his breath, he gripped her waist tight and began driving into her deepest reaches. Thud, thud — with each thrust Daisy moaned and twisted her hips beneath him.

Even through it all, she suffered from the heat still smoldering deep inside her, unresolved. The instinct craving more — harder, rougher, please — drowned out reason entirely.

He seized one of her breasts in one hand and gripped her arm with the other, hauling her body up off the mattress.

With nothing left to support her but her own knees, Daisy sagged backward — and the result was Ezra's cock plunging even deeper inside her.

“Ah — aaah!”

“Ngh.”

The inner walls wrapped around him clenched down in tight, rippling waves, pushing Ezra right to the edge. He moved his hips in short, sharp strokes, savoring the friction — then buried himself to the root and came.

She felt something warm spreading through her insides.

Still hard, Ezra didn't pull out. He rocked against her gently, basking in the afterglow — then wrapped his arms around Daisy again and seated her atop his thighs.

“Ahhk!”

The loosened walls clenched tight once more. That sensation awakened something destructive in him — a raw instinct that wanted to burrow into her right that instant.

He drove straight up into the sweet spot nestled deep within her.

“Ah — aaah!”

The orgasm was so overwhelming that tears streamed from Daisy's eyes as she gushed around him.

“Haa. Fuck, seriously. What is this body made of, that it feels this good no matter how many times I fuck you? Hm?”

Whispering against her ear, Ezra began to move his hips again. Daisy had to bite her lip just to keep from passing out.

She couldn't remember how many times she'd climaxed. Ezra refused to release her boneless body, taking her over and over again, spilling inside her each time.

That horrifying feeling washed over Daisy once more, and she screwed up her face.

“Haa. What am I supposed to wear home?”

She couldn't very well walk out naked. Daisy watched Ezra — sated and sleeping soundly after their marathon — and bit her lip.

He seemed to believe everything that had happened last night had been a dream.

Not just one dream, either, by the looks of it. Every time he'd changed positions he'd kept up a stream of useless commentary — I've been wanting to try this, this angle really is the best — so the deduction came easily.

“Perverted bastard.”

Muttering it under her breath, Daisy draped Ezra's discarded robe over her shoulders.

It wasn't quite summer yet, and the air before dawn had a bite to it.

She tracked down her bag, flung who-knew-where across the room, and pulled out the collar. Gazing down at its simple black leather design, her lips twisted into a pout.

At first, the idea of fastening something like a dog collar on a person had bothered her. But after two nights of shameless, sprawling sex, Daisy's thinking had changed.

Ezra was a dog.

And therefore, didn't this collar suit him perfectly?

A faint thrill of sadism rises in her as she approached him. This time, she didn't fail. She pressed the leather against his throat and carefully fastened the buckle.

At once, a status window began to scroll into view.

The moment she thought finally, the danger is over, every ounce of tension drained from her body and she sank to the floor.

“Haha. It really does suit you.”

The instant she sneered at the sleeping man, Ezra's eyes snapped open.

“What the — am I still dreaming?”

But the moment the fog of sleep lifted, Ezra quickly realized this was no dream. It was reality.

And so was everything that had happened last night.

“You — you!”

Fury cresting past its limit, Ezra lunged at her as if to kill her on the spot.

But Daisy was faster. She'd endured that endless conversation with B, and along the way she'd learned a magic word for calming down an enraged beast.

“Sit!”

The effect of Sit! was spectacular. Watching Ezra drop obediently to a seat right where he stood, Daisy felt a shock of pure novelty.

She approached him, savoring the triumph. His eyes blazed like they might spit actual fire, and she hunched her shoulders slightly.

“Shall we have a proper conversation now?”

At Daisy's proposal, Ezra forced down his boiling rage and asked,

“What did you do to me?”

“Why are you acting like the victim? You're the one who jumped me. You shoved down someone who was saying no and—”

Even as she explained it, Daisy's face flushed hot. Ezra, too, realized exactly what had happened.

Lately, he'd been ravishing Daisy's body in his dreams. Last night in particular, he'd pounded into her harder than ever before — and he distinctly remembered feeling more satisfied than on any other night.

No. The touch, the sensation — it had all been far too vivid to write off as a dream.

“Then everything from last night—”

His face grew paler by the second. The realization that his shameful secret had been exposed to the very person involved made him want to drive his face into the floor and die on the spot.

Daisy shuffled over on her trembling legs and lowered herself onto the sofa. Then she added, to the man wearing a expression of utter horror,

“I didn't have any particular agenda. I didn't want it to be this way either… but circumstances left me no choice.”

Daisy kept hidden the fact that she was a Tamer and he was her summoned beast. Just the collar and the obedience to her commands were surely shock enough; she couldn't begin to imagine what would happen if he learned the rest.

Partway through recovering from the shock, Ezra strained his hands against the collar to tear it off — it wouldn't budge. In the end, he had no choice but to swallow his rage and play nice.

“Take this thing off first, then we'll talk.”

But Daisy wasn't in a bargaining mood.

“And what exactly do you think would happen to me if I took it off?”

Besides, she couldn't ignore the item's effect. A Trust score of 50 was, frankly, a number she could not afford to give up.

That, too, was a secret.

But Ezra, knowing nothing of her circumstances, wanted only to rip this abominable collar off as quickly as possible.

“Quit playing games and take it off. Now.”

“It's really not a game. That collar… that necklace is something I absolutely cannot remove for you.”

“A necklace? Does that actually look like a necklace to you? How am I supposed to go anywhere wearing this?!”

“I had no idea His Grace the Grand Duke was capable of embarrassment. You never used to care about anything at all.”

“D-do you honestly think this falls under embarrassment or not? What about my public image?!”

“People will just say the Grand Duke has, er, distinctive tastes.”

Ezra's throat closed up. The thought that nothing he said now would land made the room tilt before his eyes.

Daisy, on the other hand, felt a small laugh bubble up. Watching him pace and flounder, utterly at a loss — it really was, quite simply…

Serves you right.

The thought alone nearly set her off laughing for real. She forced her expression into stone and gathered her things.

“I'll be heading back now. A servant came by this morning, and if I were still here… well. It would be a problem, wouldn't it.”

Only then did it occur to the Grand Duke that however she'd gotten in, the mere fact of her being in his chamber at all was the real issue.

“Hold on — how did you even get into my room? That's where the problem starts, before anything else!”

Her mood considerably improved, Daisy slung her bag over her shoulder, cinched the robe tight at her waist, and looked back at him with a grin.

“Let's just call that one my fault, shall we?”

Watching her hop nimbly out the window, Ezra ground his teeth.