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)
To my left, the bathroom—a cathedral of as much opulence as one could put on a jet. Polished stone floors that shimmered. A rainfall shower carved from black marble. Heated towel racks. A vanity of matte gold. My toothbrush monogrammed. My razors arranged in military precision.
Her voice disrupted my thoughts. “Why haven’t you slept? Has it been that big of an emergency?”
“Yes.” My voice dropped low. “So big that I was going to call you later and cancel our date for this evening.”
A beat passed.
I gritted my teeth.
“Oh. . .” She whispered. “Well. . .I understand.”
“Do you?”
“Of course.”
“I hope so because I only want to be with you. Next to you. Kissing you again. I loved the taste of your mouth. I loved your body soft against mine.”
She inhaled sharply. “Fuck. . .”
The beast—that dragon inside me yearned not for war, but for her. I thought of what she had just said several seconds earlier.
“This is. . .crazy, but. . .I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Her words lingered long after she said them.
I rose from my bed. “Why did you really call me?”
Her breath hitched. “I told you.”
“Yeah, but. . .there’s more to the story.”
To my surprise, a soft, nervous chuckle slipped from her. It wasn’t embarrassed. It was hesitant joy. And God. . .that sound? That sound could probably make me cum.
My body hummed. “Tell me what you’re laughing at so I can laugh too.”
I stepped away from the bed and walked to the tall window.
My jet was fast. Tokyo was far behind me now. Stars bled along the horizon—silver shards scattered across a black ocean sky.
She hesitated.
Then, in a voice barely louder than a secret, she said. “Well… I had a dream about you. And I pretty much just woke up from it.”
My breath deepened.
My body pulsed.
What did my naughty Tiger dream about? And would she tell me?
Chapter two
A Rose that Blooms Pleasure and Pain
Kenji
So many possibilities came to my mind.
“Mmm,” I said, voice going husky. “Tell me about this dream.”
“It was. . .nasty.”
A wicked grin crept across my face. “Then, tell me more but in great detail.”
She laughed again. That throaty, half-embarrassed, wholly aroused sound that made my blood heat. I knew then—I wanted to hear her laugh like that for the rest of my goddamned life.
But she went quiet.
I placed my palm against the window and locked my eyes with the endless stretch of dark sky. “Tell me.”
“I shouldn’t have called. I’m going to let you go.”
“No. You’re not. You will stay on the phone.”
“Kenji. . .”
I smirked. “Nyomi.”
“The dream was. . .I shouldn’t have brought it up—”
“But you did, so now you have to tell me.”
“We’re not on that level yet to be talking about. . .”
“Nasty sexual things?”
“Yes.”
“I loved your second present.”
“You opened it?”
“I did, and I loved it so much that I am even more determined to keep you in Tokyo and all mine. We are on that level.”
“You’re supposed to be pacing yourself.”
“I’m done pacing myself, Tora. Now tell me about the dream.”
She let out a soft, shaky breath. “You were kneeling in front of me.”
Utterly shocked, I widened my eyes. “Kneeling?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t kneel.”
“You kneeled for me.”
“Mmmm.” I licked my lips.
“And you were. . .bound by rope all around your chest and arms.”
My cock twitched in my pants.
I pictured it instantly—my body roped in golden coils, each knot tight across my chest, holding me in place like I wasn’t a dragon. . .but her beast.
Bound for her pleasure.
Hers to command.
Hers to ruin.
She continued, “You were. . .really hard. . .and you were dripping. . .cum onto the floor.”
My hand flexed at my side.
Fuck.
I could see it—the floor beneath me stained with my own need. A slow leak from the tip of my cock.
She’s going to make me turn this fucking jet around and fuck her.
For a second I wondered how long it would take us to get back.
Two hours.
Three.
Maybe four. . .
Vibrating with lust, I stared at the glass, at the stars smeared like molten ash across the sky. “And. . .what else, Tora?”
She lowered her voice. “I sat on a throne and. . .”
“Yes?”
“I had you eating my pussy. And you were licking it like you were starving.”
God.
My cock pressed painfully against the fabric now.
Rock hard.
Swollen.
Salivating for her pussy.
She whispered, “You were so greedy. It felt so good. Not even like a dream.”
My mouth watered, and I wished I could taste her pussy right then.
She was feeding me this confession in pieces, and I was fucking choking on the intensity of it.
I felt her thighs on either side of my face.
Felt her hands in my hair.
Felt myself moaning like I needed her taste on my tongue.
Her voice trembled with just enough lusty wickedness. “I called you my good little Dragon.”
A dark growl left me.
“You moaned so loud when I came.”
I had my pants open in seconds.