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)
He didn’t speak. His jaw flexed. A muscle twitched near his temple. I could see the war in his eyes. It was all possessive, untamed, and savage.
I let the silence stretch.
The tension between us was thick with more than lust—it held that unbearable tightrope between control and surrender, restraint and desperation.
I needed to know how far he would go. Needed to feel that truth crawl from his throat like it would destroy him not to obey me. This wasn’t about dominance anymore. Not really. It was about knowing that he would kneel for no one else. That his cock, his mouth, his hunger—all of it belonged to me.
And I. . .belonged to him too.
His nostrils flared. Jaw clenched. For a breath, he looked like he might disobey.
But then I saw it—his eyes softened.
A single breath escaped his lips as they parted.
His chest rose.
And then, the voice that came out of him was so raw it unraveled me. "Please, Queen."
Oh fuck. . .
"I want to taste your pussy.” He groaned. “Let me taste it. Let me bury my face in your pussy and stay there. Let me lose myself in your scent. Your wetness. Your power. Please."
My grip on the feather trembled.
I exhaled, hard.
I was not prepared for what it would feel like to make a man like Kenji beg. Not just beg—but strip himself of titles, menace, myth. And offer me nothing but obedience.
He looked beautiful like that.
Dangerous and undone.
So high off of this new drug, I shivered. "Again."
“Again?”
“Beg.”
He blinked. "Please, Queen. Please let me taste your pussy. My cock is hard for it. I’m lost without your permission. I need to worship you with my tongue. I want to serve you so well you forget every other man that even looked at your body. Let me. Please."
My thighs tensed.
A sharp ache bloomed in my chest, spreading downward.
I was unraveling.
And I hated it.
Because I still wanted more.
I leaned forward and brushed the feather wand across my own thigh, trailing it higher until it brushed against my slit. I was soaked. I could feel the heat rising off me in waves.
He groaned.
"You can lick," I whispered. "But you don’t come up from under this throne until I cum."
"Yes, Queen." The first brush of his tongue on my pussy wasn’t frantic.
It was so sensual and slow. The way a devout man might touch sacred ground and thank the Gods for the ability to do so. Slowly, he kissed my folds like he knew they held his future, his ruin, and his rebirth.
I gasped—not just from sensation, but from how it made me feel.
Worshipped.
Possessed.
Made whole.
And then he moved differently and became a sudden blur of movement. His lips found their way to my most intimate spot. The first touch of his tongue was hot and dangerously skilled like he had spent his life learning how to eat pussy.
That tongue was a slow, heavy stroke that sent shivers down my spine.
He drew his tongue with sensual perfection from the very base of my core, tracing a warm path upward until he reached the sensitive peak of my clit.
“Oh!” I breathed out in a sharp gasp, my back instinctively arching in response to the pleasure that surged through me.
Groaning, he continued with another tantalizing lick, and then another, each one building a symphony of sensation that resonated through every nerve.
Each stroke of his tongue erased my past lovers.
My rules.
My common sense.
He was rewriting my body’s memory with every circle, kiss, and suck.
And just when I thought he would take a break, his tongue danced expertly, swirling in teasing circles, flicking with playful intent, and bestowing gentle kisses upon my eager flesh.
“Oh, Kenji!!!”
That was when he stopped, licked his lips, and looked up at me. “No, Queen.”
Devastated, I stared down at him, panting. “N-no? What?”
“Please don’t call me Kenji. I’m your good little Dragon.”
I parted my lips in shock.
“Say it.”
I shivered. “You’re my good little Dragon.”
A loud growl left him and he devoured me.
Fuck. Hiroko was right. He is dominating me from the bottom.
His mouth opened wide as if he were starving. Moaning into me. Groaning like every taste cracked his spine. I could barely keep my eyes open.
The feather wand slipped from my fingers and landed in slow motion.
A silent surrender.
A white flag waving over the battlefield between my thighs.
He had won.
“Oh!” My hand flew to the velvet armrest.
Soon I was no longer in control, it was all him.
I found myself instinctively moving against his tongue, riding the exquisite waves of ecstasy that his skilled mouth was conjuring. “Oh! Oh! G-good little Dragon!”
He captured my clit between his lips, drawing it in with a fervor that resonated with a deep, primal moan from within his chest. The vibration coursed through me, eliciting a cry that echoed around us.
He must have known the turmoil he was causing within me, the delicious torment that left me breathless and yearning.