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)
Then she held it to a candle.
The flame caught. Orange, yellow, and gold danced at the tip of the wand.
“Now look.” She brought it to her forearm.
One quick stroke.
The flame trailed across her skin like a brushstroke, leaving a path of heat in its wake.
Fuck.
Then she pulled the wand away and the fire was gone.
Holy shit.
Her skin was pink where the flame had touched it.
Flushed.
But as I watched, the color faded. Within seconds, her arm looked normal again.
"The sensation is heat, not burning. When done correctly, it's intense but not harmful." She held the wand out to me. "Now you try."
My hands shook as I took the wand.
The metal was warm from her grip. The flame still burned at the tip, casting dancing shadows across my fingers. “You want me to touch this on your arm?”
She widened her eyes. “Not my arm.”
“Then on Kenji?”
"No. Do a quick pass over your arm."
“Oh hell no. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“It won’t hurt if you do it correctly.”
“And if I do it wrong?”
“Well. . .we have the fire extinguishers, and medical staff is waiting in a room in the back. Go ahead.”
I stared at the flames.
Kenji chuckled from the slab.
I turned and frowned at him. “Nothing is funny.”
“Don’t be afraid of fire, Tora. You’re with the Dragon now.”
I let out a long breath.
“Go ahead.” Hiroko pointed to my arm. "Don't hesitate. Hesitation is what causes burns."
Okay. You can do this. The quicker. The better.
I looked at the flame.
At my arm.
At the fire that was about to touch my skin.
Go.
I did it.
Fast.
One flaming stroke across my forearm.
Oh.
The heat bloomed—sharp, bright, and searing. It raced across my nerve endings like electricity, like lightning, like nothing I'd ever felt before.
Mmmm.
My nipples tightened against the leather of my top. My breath caught in my throat.
Then it was gone.
And the fire actually went out on the wand.
Holy fuck.
A pulse of heat shot straight between my legs. Not from the flame—from the sensation. From the rush. From the realization that something this dangerous could feel this good.
My clit throbbed.
One stroke of fire across my arm and my body was already begging for more.
Stunned, I stared at my arm. The brown skin was warm, tingling, but unharmed.
No marks.
No burns.
No injury of any kind.
Yet, there was this ghost of heat fading into pleasureful memory.
Okay. . .I’m probably becoming crazy, but. . .I kind of liked that.
From the slab, Kenji grunted.
Low.
Rough.
The sound of a man watching something that aroused him beyond control.
I looked at him. “Naughty Dragon.”
“Come burn me, Tora.” He licked his lips. His chest rose and fell faster now. His hands had curled into fists above the restraints. And between his legs. . .
Those tiny leather shorts had gotten tighter. Much tighter. The fabric stretched over the thick length of him, straining against the obvious outline of his cock.
Big.
Hard.
Ready.
He was aroused just from watching me learn to wield fire.
Heat pooled between my thighs. My pussy was warm, wet, and wanting.
Hiroko spoke, "Again, but try the other arm. I want you to be comfortable."
“Okay.” I dipped the wand.
Lit it.
Brought it to my skin.
Another stroke.
Another burst of heat.
Another rush of sensation that traveled from my arm straight to my core.
Kenji groaned.
Damn. . .that one was even better.
It was so good that I feared I would be an addict to this. Just sitting up in my bedroom and burning myself until I came.
Without Hiroko saying anything, I did it again.
And again.
Each pass more confident than the last.
Each flame leaving warmth in its wake, leaving want, leaving power.
By the fourth pass, my thighs were pressing together on their own. By the fifth, I could feel my pulse between my legs—heavy, insistent, demanding. The leather panties were slick. Ruined. And I hadn't even touched him yet.
Kenji watched every pass. Every stroke. His breathing had changed—rougher, faster, his chest rising and falling like a man running. The shorts had gotten obscene. His cock was straining so hard against the leather that I could see the big ridge of his mushroomed head through the fabric.
He wanted me, and he was damned sure ready to burn. . .
And God help me, I wanted to burn him.
And then, I felt it.
Domspace rising within me. This sensual power crept into my bloodstream. Slow at first, then building.
That sense of control.
That sense of power.
The knowledge that this man—this man who commanded hundreds of killers, who burned traitors alive, who ruled an empire of blood and fire—was watching me with desperate eyes.
Was straining against his restraints.
Was telling me to burn him.
Begging me, with his body, to burn him.
The fear was still there. I could feel it in my chest, in the tremble of my hands.
But the power was rising alongside it now. Twining with it. Transforming it into something else entirely.
I caught Kenji's gaze across the room.
A devilish smile spread across his face. “Burn me, Tora. I am not afraid.”