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)
I remembered the high. The dizzying, spinning, devastating high of his teeth in my flesh.
"I knew the Dragon would never be fully submissive." Hiroko turned to look at me directly. "Even when I was teaching you, I understood that. A man like him—built for war, raised on violence—he would always have a part of himself that couldn't fully surrender."
The trees grew darker around us.
Denser.
"But I didn't expect this level of primal behavior. I didn't expect him to bite you like an animal claiming its mate."
The words hung in the air between us.
"I'm going to tell you a story. And I need you to listen."
“Okay.” My stomach tightened.
"Years ago, I knew a dominatrix. Very experienced. Very skilled. She had been in the lifestyle for over two decades. Knew every protocol. Every safety measure. Every sign of danger." Hiroko's hands remained folded in her lap. "One day, she took on a new submissive. A doctor. Educated. Refined. Wealthy. He seemed perfect."
The cart continued through the darkness.
The trees pressed closer.
"But over time, something shifted in him. He became obsessed with her. Not just devoted. Consumed. He started biting her during their sessions.”
I widened my eyes.
“He would bite her hard enough to draw blood. In fact. . .he wanted to drink her blood. Said it made him feel closer to her."
I swallowed.
"Then he began collecting pieces of her. Strands of hair. He would eat them right in front of her."
"What?" The word came out before I could stop it.
"Keep in mind that she didn't live with him. Still, he paid extra to come to her home for their sessions and leave.”
“Was that dangerous?”
“It was. I would never do that with any clients. Yet, everything seemed just fine for a year.”
“Okay.”
“But then. . .she started waking up with cuts on her body.”
“Cuts?”
“Small ones. Sores she didn't remember getting." Hiroko's gaze stayed fixed ahead, watching the path. "She thought she was scratching herself in her sleep. Or that something was wrong with her skin."
The golf cart's hum was the only sound.
"This went on for over a year. She had no idea what was happening."
I tensed.
"Until one morning, her assistant came to wake her for an appointment." Hiroko paused.
The silence stretched.
I held out my hands. “What happened?”
"The assistant found the doctor in the bed with her."
My body went cold.
"And. . .the dominatrix was half-eaten.”
“What the fuck?”
“He was sitting over her body with a fork and knife, still cutting pieces from her flesh. Fully lost. Fully consumed. Didn’t even know the assistant had walked in."
"What the hell, Hiroko? What kind of story is that?"
"He had been drugging her. He was a doctor, after all. He knew exactly what to give her to put her into a deeper sleep. One where she wouldn't wake no matter what he did to her." Hiroko turned to face me fully. "And then he would take what he wanted. Piece by piece. For months. Nibble on her slowly."
I grabbed my stomach feeling sick. "That's insane. Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm not saying Kenji will go that far."
“He damn sure will not go that far—”
"I'm just saying be mindful."
"Mindful of what?" I stared at her. "Getting eaten up one day by the Dragon?"
Even as I said it, my mind flashed to Kenji’s teeth in my neck as he fucked me that one time. The sound he made— not a groan. It had been much deeper.
Guttural.
Starving.
How his tongue lapped at the blood like he couldn't get enough. How he bit down harder every time he thrust deeper— like the two acts were connected. Like he couldn't do one without the other.
His cock stretching my pussy wide while his teeth tore into my skin.
Filling me and consuming me at the same time.
And how I let him.
How I moaned when he broke skin. How my walls clenched around his cock so tight he cursed against the wound.
How the wetness between my legs dripped down my thighs because the pain and the pleasure became the same thing and my body couldn't tell the difference anymore.
How I grabbed his hair and held his mouth to the wound because I didn't want him to stop.
Not the biting.
Not the fucking.
None of it.
Hiroko was warning me about a monster eating me up.
But my body remembered every single bite and wanted the next one.
Hiroko watched me and then shook her head as if she knew exactly what was going on in my head. "Nyomi.”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Will the Dragon eat you if you let him. Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
“I like the biting.”
“Clearly.” Hiroko gestured. “I can see that.”
“Like you said. . .it’s edge play. There’s no harm in that.”
“He’s breaking the skin. How much further will he take it? And with your being. . .pleasured from that. . .how much will you let him?”
I let out a long breath.
“In fact. . .” Hiroko reached into her leather kimono and pulled out her phone. “After telling that story. . .I’m thinking we should be careful tonight. Those bites. . .there’s an. . .”