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 closed my mouth.
She dragged her finger down from my lips, over my chin, and down the column of my throat. Her nail traced a line along my skin that burned hotter than any flame in the room.
I groaned.
My cock kicked against the leather. Hard. A fresh pulse of pre-cum leaked through the slit and soaked warm against my waistband.
One finger.
She'd dragged one finger down my throat, and my cock was weeping for her.
My hips bucked off the stone. I couldn't help it. My body was giving her evidence. Wet, visible, undeniable proof of what she did to me.
I should have been embarrassed.
I wasn't.
She looked down at it. “Now here is a question, naughty Dragon, are you staining those shorts?”
“I am. Come lower your mouth to my cock and lick it clean.”
"I would but you wanted me to burn you." Her finger reached my collarbone and stopped. "So, I'm going to burn you. At my pace. In my way. And you're going to lie here and take it."
Fuck yeah I am!
She leaned closer, bending over until her breath hit my ear. "And when I'm done. . .if you've been good. . .maybe I'll let you fuck me."
My spine arched off the stone.
I couldn't stop it.
"Maybe." She pulled back. "Or maybe I'll ride you instead. Pin your chest down and take what I want while you beg."
Oh please, Queen. Please. I’ll be good.
Hiroko's voice came from behind her. Calm. Approving. "Good."
Nyomi didn't acknowledge her. Didn't need to.
She raised the fire wand above my chest. The flame reflected in her dark eyes—orange, gold, alive.
"Now, Dragon." She held my gaze. "Are you going to behave?"
“Yes.” And then it hit me.
A wave of. . .I didn't know what to call it.
It started in my chest. A crack. A fracture in the wall I'd spent my entire life building. The wall that kept me in control. That kept the Dragon on his throne.
That wall split open.
And this sensual warmth poured through.
My eyes burned. My throat tightened. My fists unclenched above the restraints—fingers going slack, palms opening to the ceiling.
I didn't understand it.
This woman had just told me to shut up. Told me she'd leave me here hard and aching. Told me I didn't get to speak, move, or decide a single thing about what happened next.
And my body was. . .thanking her for it.
How does she do that?
Every muscle I'd been clenching since she walked in released at once. My jaw loosened. My shoulders dropped against the stone. The tension in my spine melted and my back went flat and heavy on the slab.
I sank.
Into the stone.
Into the restraints.
Into the surrender I'd been fighting even as I asked for it.
My cock was still hard, but the desperation had shifted. The frantic edge was gone. In its place—a deep, slow throb. A pulse that matched my heartbeat.
Steady.
Patient.
Willing to wait as long as she made me wait.
I'd commanded hundreds of men. Ended lives with a nod. Run an empire. I'd held power so heavy it should have crushed me.
And none of it—none of it—had ever made me feel the way I did right now. Pinned to a stone slab, forbidden to speak, with the woman I loved holding fire above my chest.
I was free.
That was the thing I couldn't explain.
The restraints. The rules. The surrender. Her voice stripping away every title, every responsibility, every mask I'd ever worn.
I was free.
My eyes stung.
I blinked hard and then swallowed.
She must have seen it. The shift. The crack. Whatever my face was doing that I couldn't control.
Her expression shifted. Just for a second. The dominance held, the Tiger stayed, but underneath—her eyes went soft. Wet. Like she understood what she'd just done to me even though I didn't understand it myself.
Then the softness was gone.
She raised the wand. "Good Dragon."
And I would have died for her right there. On that slab. In that fire. Without a second thought.
I shivered.
Hiroko got to her side and her gaze was only on Nyomi. “Perfect. Never lose control, especially with a scene that is this dangerous. Let him swim in subspace, but do not give him the reins.”
Nyomi nodded and raised the fire wand in her hand. The flame crackled, swayed, and twirled at the tip. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. The soft crackle of the flame was the only sound in the room.
Hiroko leaned her head to the side. "Are you ready?”
Nyomi looked down at me. “Yes.”
“We'll start with his arm," Hiroko gestured. "It's safer. Big muscle. Less risk."
It’s about to begin.
And although I’d set this up and damn sure asked for it.
Now I was. . .getting scared.
And my cock got harder.
That made no sense. My pulse spiked. My skin prickled across my chest, my stomach, and the insides of my thighs. Every nerve ending woke up and screamed.
The fear was feeding the arousal. Pouring into it. Mixing until I couldn't tell which was which.