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)
“No. My Ears spy. My Eyes watch me have sex, making sure the woman doesn’t kill me as I cum.”
She parted her lips in shock. “Uh. . .what?”
“That’s their job.”
“The Dragon’s Eyes watch you have sex?”
“They do.”
She looked around. “Well. . .do you think your Eyes are here?”
“No doubt. Reo has them somewhere in this building and waiting. They’re always around just in case when I’m with a woman.”
“So. . .if we did have sex tonight. . .they would be watching?”
“There is no if about it, and yes we will be having sex tonight, and yes they will be watching.”
“So. . .you wouldn’t mind them seeing me naked, my breasts bouncing, as you fuck me hard?”
That question unraveled every bit of me. I leaned back in the chair just slightly, like the tiny bit of distance could tame the fire now raging behind my ribs.
It didn’t help.
I swallowed. “I don’t see my Eyes as men. Not like that.”
Nyomi tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“The Dragon’s Eyes are fragments of me. My vision. My vigilance. My vow to never die stupidly.”
She said nothing, but her breath was shallow, and those damn pupils remained dilated.
Unable to help myself, I came back over to her and brushed the shell of her ear with my mouth. “And even if I did see them as men watching me fuck you. . .it would only excite me more.”
Her breath caught.
I let the silence stretch between us, let the heat coil tighter. And then and only then, I leaned back in my chair. “Because while they watch me fuck you very, very hard, they cannot touch you.”
Her chest rose and fell like she was running.
“They’ll see the curve of your breasts. Your thighs parting, for me. Your pussy soaking my cock. They’ll see the way your lips tremble when you moan. The way you beg.”
Nyomi’s fingers gripped the edge of the table.
“They’ll watch you bounce on my cock, but only I will be inside of you.”
She shivered.
“Only I will taste you, Tora. Feel you clench your wet pussy right before you cum.”
She turned her face away. When she faced me again, her eyes weren’t just lust-filled—they were glazed in dark hunger.
I curled my lips into a devilish smile. “Let them watch. Let them see me ruin you, again and again, while they stand in silence. Powerless. Dying to be me. Sometimes that part turns me on too.”
She tightened those already crossed legs, triggering the slit of her dress to further fall open.
I was already hard.
But now?
Now, I was steel.
Unyielding.
And hers.
I tilted my head, and my voice got rough with interest. “Do you like to be watched, Tora? Do you like for other men to watch you get fucked?”
She parted her lips and considered it for several seconds. “I didn’t think so, but now. . .I’m thinking I might.”
A growl purred low in my chest. “Then we’ll see. Let’s find out how loud you get when you know there are Eyes on you. Let’s see how wet you stay when you realize they are memorizing the way my cock stretches your pussy open.”
My hand brushed hers, just a whisper of contact, and even that small connection felt volatile. Like it could ignite every inch of me.
“And since we’re on the topic of being watched. . .” I leaned in closer, just enough for my breath to tickle the hollow of her throat. “I want to fuck the moans out of you. Not gentle. Not soft. I want your lipstick smeared. That dress wrinkled. I want this jazz band messing up notes. I want the table shaking and Hiroko biting her lip because even she can’t remain calm.”
Nyomi bit hers instead.
Then, with a steadying breath and flushed cheeks, she straightened her back and smiled sweetly, but it was a very shaky smile to say the least.
“Well,” she cleared her throat. “You’re going to need energy for all that, Dragon. So, let’s finish this course.”
I smirked.
The way she pivoted with such control made my cock throb even harder.
“Wow.” She cleared her throat again, reached for the last heart-shaped tray, and brought it to us. “This is a mini black-eyed pea cake with bourbon glaze."
I looked at it, and although insanely horny I was excited to try more of her food. “And tell me why you decided to cook me this.”
"My grandma said these brought good luck on New Year’s. However. . .I’m hoping they also bring good luck with this date."
I tried it. Warm. Earthy. Sweet. Rich. Complex. The bourbon slid across my tongue and burned down my throat in the most perfect way. "Tora. . .what are you doing to me?"
"Feeding you."
"No. You’re claiming me. . .with stories. With flavor." I looked at the tray.
Then at her.
Then back at the tray.
The last bite still warmed my tongue, the ghost of bourbon and black-eyed peas lingering. The air smelled of spice and sweetness, of heat, honey, and history told in the language of cast iron and copper. But it was more than that.