Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Through the curve of the dragon's body.
The heat sank through my skin and kept going—past muscle, past bone, into a place I didn't know existed.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered and swore the tattoo moved. “Tora. Tora.”
The dragons’ scales rippled under the flame. Their jaws opened wider. Their claws dug deeper. For one second, I couldn't tell if she was burning me or waking the creature that lived beneath my skin.
Unable to control myself, I arched off the stone.
My mouth fell open. No sound left it. Just air trapped between my lungs and my teeth. My vision went white at the edges. My fingers splayed above the restraints—palms to the ceiling, shaking.
“Oh God!” I sank deep into this abyss of pleasure.
Hard.
Fast.
Like the floor had dropped out from under the slab and I was falling into warm, dark water.
The room softened at the edges. The candlelight blurred into a golden haze. The crackle of flame, the shift of Hiroko's feet, the pad of Nyomi's steps—all of it muffled.
Distant.
The only thing still sharp was her.
She could have told me the sky was green. I would have believed her.
She could have told me to stop breathing. I would have tried.
"His temperature." Hiroko's voice was now very far away. "Check him."
Nyomi set the wand down on the stone beside my hip, but I wasn’t sure. The flame died against the cold surface. A wisp of smoke curled between us.
She put her hand on my chest.
I moaned. “Fuck.”
Her hand was so cool against my heated skin.
So soft.
I could feel the ridges of her fingerprints against my pec. I rolled my hips. “I want to fuck you right now, Tora.”
Another tear sounded from my shorts, and then to my shock, cool air kissed the base of my cock.
The fabric was done.
Finished.
Giving up the fight.
Hiroko spoke, “Focus, Nyomi.”
“Yes. . .” Nyomi pressed her palm flat over my heartbeat and held it there.
I trembled. “Put your hand on my cock, Tora, and rub it. Make me cum in front of everyone.”
Nyomi parted her lips.
Would she?
Would she give me what I needed?
Would she reach down and wrap her fingers around my cock right here, right now, in front of Hiroko, the assistants, and the men in the corners?
Would she grip the shaft and stroke it slow while all of them watched the Dragon leak for his Tiger?
Would she spit on it first?
A thick, wet glob from those pretty lips, landing right on the swollen head and running down the shaft.
Then another glob of spit.
And another.
Until my cock was dripping with her saliva and the room was dead silent.
Would she drop her mouth onto me? Her warm, wet throat swallowing me whole while Hiroko stood three feet away and watched her student devour the Dragon.
Would Hiroko's thighs press together? Would I see it—that subtle shift, the dominatrix losing her composure because the sound of Nyomi gagging on my cock was doing things to her, she hadn't expected?
Would the men in the corners go rigid? Jaws clenched. Fists tight. Hard in their pants and terrified to move because looking away from their boss's cock in his woman's mouth was dangerous, but so was looking.
Would Nyomi care about any of them?
Or would she suck me like I was the only man alive?
Sloppy.
Loud.
Saliva running down her chin and pooling at the base of my shaft.
Would she look at me with those wicked eyes while my cock sat heavy on her tongue?
Would I cum so hard I screamed her name?
Hit her face first. White hot, thick ropes painting her cheeks, her lips, her chin.
I groaned so loud the sound bounced off the stone walls and everyone widened their eyes and turned to me.
Hiroko cleared her throat. “How is his heartbeat?”
Nyomi placed two fingers against my neck. "Fast, but steady."
“Put your hand on my cock, Tora. Right now.” I sneered. “I need it. Be my sweet Tiger. Show them how you take care of the Dragon.”
She blinked.
Would she?
Chapter twenty-three
Scorching Surrender
Kenji
Hiroko stepped forward. "He's deep in subspace."
Nyomi's fingers were still pressed to my neck.
"His heartbeat is stable, so we're fine. But I need you to understand what's happening inside his brain right now." Hiroko lowered her voice, but I still heard it—broken, warped, arriving in pieces like a radio signal through water. "Right now, his prefrontal cortex is shutting down."
Cherry blossoms. I could smell them. Pink petals drifting through warm air and landing on dark water.
"That's the part of his brain that plans, judges, monitors, and controls. It's the part that makes him the Dragon. The part that runs an empire, determines threats, and keeps him ten steps ahead of everyone in every room he enters."
My mother's garden. The koi pond. I was small. My hand in hers. She was humming.
"That part of his brain has gone quiet."
Warm. So warm. Her kimono smelled like jasmine and she was humming a song I hadn't heard in thirty years.