Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
What is she doing?
Seconds later, I saw it.
She held a long, black rod in her hands and at its tip, three thick ostrich feathers bloomed—one black, one crimson, one gold. Each one soft, luxurious, and strange in its elegance.
What is she going to do with that?
My cock jerked.
My lips parted.
I couldn't breathe.
Is she going to tease my cock with it? Strike me? Drag those feathers along my cock’s tip while I lick?
I didn’t know.
And the not-knowing undid me.
I’m helpless under your pussy and you love it. Don’t you?
Beneath her throne, head cradled in velvet, gaze pinned between her thighs, I waited.
Panting.
Eyes wide.
A beast in invisible chains.
Willing.
Worshipful.
My heart in her hands.
My soul all hers.
And above me. . .Nyomi sat sexy and composed—but her hips shifted just a fraction, and I caught the smallest shiver in her hands.
Mmmm. Yeah. I’m getting to her too. Even gods tremble.
Chapter forty-six
The Queen and Her Good Little Dragon
Nyomi
I didn’t know how I was still breathing.
I didn’t know how I was still pretending.
Because inside—I was ruined.
Shaking.
And the problem?
He hadn’t even fucking touched me with his wet tongue yet.
Every nerve in me was lit. And every time I looked down at his cock—thick, smooth, leaking—I lost another piece of my mind. The rose-shaped piercing glinted in the red light, gorgeous and vicious.
I thought his cock was pretty in the photo, but now?
Now, I wanted to own it.
Taste it.
Slide it so deep inside me the petals bruised my soul.
And that scared me. Because I understood him now. I understood the obsession that he had with me because I was becoming obsessed with him.
I was now understanding his need to claim me because I damn sure yearned to claim him.
It was all in me now. . .the madness of wanting to be the only one in his bed. In fact, I couldn’t even imagine any other woman touching him.
I might kill her, and I wasn’t even about that life, but I might. . .
And even crazier. . .Kenji looked so good beneath my pussy I almost forgot how to speak several goddamn times.
Holy shit.
The Dragon lay sprawled on the cold marble, his inked muscled body half-shadowed beneath the queening throne.
His eyes burned up at me with worship and sacred hunger.
Sacred and savage.
And his mouth. . .so close to my pussy, just inches from my wet heat.
And I sat above him, trembling despite the power, because this was the moment where everything in our dynamic would shift.
Hiroko’s words hit me right when she had showed me the queening throne.
She pointed to her assistants. “Hurry. The Dragon won’t be eating that dessert for too long.”
Her two assistants knelt on either side of the queening throne, quickly wiping the legs and plush red cushions with a solution Hiroko swore by. One buffed the gold arms. The other adjusted the velvet seat until every angle looked clean and royal.
I was finally dressed and putting the cape on.
“Good. Yes.” Hiroko circled the throne like a priestess inspecting an altar. "Now Nyomi, when he kneels under you, it’s not just sex. You’re stepping into a power ritual. An exotic choice that could deepen your relationship."
The servants finished, bowed, and then left without a word.
She turned to me. "With a man like the Dragon. . ."
Her head tilted.
A flicker of something passed through her eyes.
Admiration.
Maybe warning.
"I can only imagine his oral skills." She shook her head. "Understand this. He will dominate you from the bottom. There is no other way to say it."
My breath caught. "Can I stop that?"
Her eyes met mine, soft and sharp all at once. "Why would you want to stop his shattering you as you shatter him? It is beautiful. And your pleasure and orgasm is just as important as his."
She stepped closer. "Especially with a man like Kenji. Submission isn't weakness. It's a strategy."
She touched the throne's armrest gently. "And you, my dear? Are not just a queen. You're a storm he can't outrun. So. . .get wet too and let the wind blow through your hair as you moan."
I returned to the moment and looked down at him, really feeling like a queen riding a wild beast, one breath away from losing control.
But I couldn’t show it.
Not now.
I tapped the base of the ostrich-feather wand against the side of the throne. I almost didn’t say the words that I was supposed to say. My throat tightened. My breath caught between power and terror.
What if giving him this, opened something in me I couldn’t ever close again?
But the throne beneath me was warm now. Our scents of hunger were already in the air. And the Dragon was waiting.
I can’t stop now. It’s too late for us both.
Shivering in desire, I tightened my grip on the feathered wand and let those words fall from my lips. “Beg to lick me.”
His eyes flared.
I know, Kenji. No one talks to you like that, but. . .get used to it.