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)
My pussy clenched around nothing—aching, empty, desperate to be filled. But not yet. Not until I'd done what he asked.
Not until I'd burned him first.
Hiroko stepped back. "You're ready."
I looked at the flame dancing at the end of my wand. Orange, pale yellow, and gold. Alive, hungry, and waiting for my command.
I looked at Kenji on the slab. Restrained, aroused, and horny. His chest rising and falling. His eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.
I looked at the dragon tattoo sprawling across his chest.
Again. . .the fear was still there. . .right in my chest. . .but so was the power.
So was the love.
So was the scorching desire.
“Okay naughty Dragon. Let’s go.” I stepped toward the slab, holding the lit fire wand in my hand.
Chapter twenty-one
Topping from the Bottom
Kenji
Nyomi stood at the side table with Hiroko, learning the instruments and practicing her technique.
And all I could do was think about how I would fuck her.
The stone was cold beneath my back. It pressed against my shoulder blades, my spine, and the base of my skull.
The leather restraints held my wrists above my head.
Snug.
Firm.
Every time I flexed, they answered, pulling taut and refusing to give.
My ankles were locked the same way.
Spread.
Pinned.
Open.
The air moved across my bare chest. Warmth from the candles made heat gather in the hollows of my body—the dip of my collarbone, the grooves between my abs, the crease where my thighs met my hips.
And I was hard.
Had been since my Tiger walked in.
The leather shorts’ fabric strained against my cock—tight, almost painful, each heartbeat pushing me harder against the leather. The mushroomed head pressed thick against the waistband.
Swollen.
Leaking.
A damp spot spread where the tip met fabric.
Every breath I took shifted my hips against the stone, and the friction sent a low, heavy pulse through my shaft that made my stomach clench.
I couldn't adjust.
Couldn't reach down and grip myself.
Couldn't do a damn thing but lie here and ache.
The restraints made sure of that.
Hiroko finished her instruction and Nyomi nodded.
My gaze went to those leather panties and how the straps sat high on her hips.
That’s the first thing I’m ripping off.
She was fucking lethal. The curve of her waist. The flare of her hips. When she shifted her weight, the leather pulled tight across her ass—round, full, perfect.
It was the kind of ass that made men start wars. The kind of ass I wanted to grip while I buried my cock inside her.
Next, she bent over to pick up a fire wand.
I nearly groaned as I lifted my head up from the slab to get a better view.
The leather stretched across her ass cheeks. I could see the outline of her—every curve, every dip. I wondered how wet she was. If she was dripping already, arousal pooling between her thighs while she learned to wield fire.
I thought about sliding my cock deep into her pussy from behind, feeling her wet walls grip me, hearing her moan my name while I fucked her senseless.
But first I'd drop to my knees behind her. Spread her open with both hands. Bury my face between her ass cheeks and lick her from clit to crack until her legs gave out.
Bite the flesh of her left cheek.
Then the right.
Hard.
Deep.
Leave my teeth imprinted in her brown skin like a signature. I needed to see my handprint on that ass too. Yearned to spank her until she was red and dripping and begging me to stop. And then I wouldn't.
Goddamn it. Get over here.
Soon it was time for her to test the flame over her own arm.
God yes.
She had no idea what she looked like with that fire wand in her hand.
Her brown skin glowing gold.
That leather top clinging to her breasts—pushed up, full, the tops of them almost spilling over the edge every time she breathed.
I could see the shape of her nipples pressing against the leather.
Hard.
Pointed.
Begging to be freed.
I wanted to rip that top off with my teeth.
Wanted to watch her breasts fall heavy into my hands.
Wanted to close my mouth around one dark nipple and suck until she moaned my name.
Then bite.
Not gentle.
But, hard enough to make her gasp.
Hard enough to leave my bloodied mark in a ring of teeth around that soft, perfect flesh.
I wanted her to see that bite in the mirror the next morning. Wanted her to trace the bruise with her fingers and remember exactly who put it there.
Anyone else who ever looked at her chest would see my teeth. My claim. Bitten into her skin like a seal pressed into hot wax.
And then of course I would kill them because. . .no one could ever see that part of my Tiger again.
She tested the flame again on her arm, and I groaned.
She looked at me. “Naughty Dragon.”
“Come burn me, Tora.” So desperate for her pussy, I licked my lips and curled my fingers into fists.