Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Some of it clung to the edge of the rose’s petals, making the piercing gleam like a dew-kissed bloom caught at sunrise.
“And then I woke up,” Nyomi said. “And I realized that I had actually. . .cum. . .”
What did my face look like? Was it a deranged expression? A psychotic one doused in lust?
It didn’t matter because what I did know for sure was that her pussy was damn sure lucky it wasn’t on this jet right now.
She wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
“First,” I let my balls go and placed my hand on the window trying to ground myself. “I want to thank you for telling me about the dream.”
A shaky exhale slipped from her. I could almost hear the flush rising up her neck.
“But I also need to warn you, Tora.”
“Warn me?”
“Yes. Because before this call, I was already planning to trap you.”
She inhaled.
“To cage you like the wild, rare Tiger you are, but now?” I growled low, the sound rolling through my chest like thunder kissing bone. “Now, I’m going to chain you in that cage for days and fuck you until your stripes blur, until your body forgets its name and your pussy only answers to me.”
Her breath stuttered.
“I’m going to make your pussy weep, Tora. Like you made my cock weep in your dream. And I won’t be making you cum once or twice. You’ll be cuming until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Until all you know is this delirious blissful state.”
She whimpered.
“You think that dream was nasty?” My voice dropped to a whisper. “That was just the ghost of what we’re going to experience.”
“Holy shit.”
“You’ll beg me for mercy. Not because you’re in pain—but because you’ll be too full of my cock to know any better. I’m talking pleasure that breaks through your body like a fever you can’t sweat out.”
“Kenji—” Her voice cracked.
Desperate.
Needy.
“You’ll be bent over every surface in my mansion—my table, my bed, the pool table, the counters, the fucking marble floor. With my cock pounding inside you. Marking you. Making you feel everything.”
Another bead of pre-cum slid from the tip, gliding over the ridges of the rose piercing.
“I’m going to ruin your pussy sweetly, thoroughly, and without pause. Until your throat is raw from my name and your thighs can’t close without remembering the sound of a dragon’s roar.”
I could hear her gasp.
But I wasn’t done. “And each night I’ll take you again. Soft, then hard. Gentle, then fucking brutal. I’ll knot your wrists with the same rope from your dream and lick your pussy until your cries echo in the walls.”
“Jesus—Kenji—”
“You called me your good little Dragon, didn’t you?”
She moaned.
“I want to hear you say that again,” I whispered. “While my cock is buried inside you. While your body trembles beneath me. While my mouth is on your throat, on your nipples, on your clit—everywhere you need me to worship.” I licked my lips, watching my cock pulse—more pre-cum coating the crown and piercing. “I want to be the dream that leaves your sheets soaked every fucking night.”
“Fuck,” she whispered.
I spoke through clenched teeth. “Wait until I get back to Tokyo.”
She let out a nervous, yet lusty chuckle. “What do you mean, get back to Tokyo?”
“I’m on my jet.”
“Where are you going?”
“Paris.” I looked back down at my hard cock. “Unfortunately.”
“Wow. Well. . .then grab me some chocolate croissants.”
I licked my lips and looked at the stars beyond the window. “What else do you want me to bring back?”
“I was honestly joking.”
“Do you want diamonds, clothes, shoes?”
“I love your gifts. You figure it out. Whatever you bring back, I know it will be awesome.”
Then some odd sound came from her side.
“Oh shit,” she whispered. “I think I woke Zo up.”
I frowned. “And where is. . .Zo?”
“He’s in his bedroom. I’m on the futon in his living room.”
“But is that futon comfortable? Because I could put you up in the presidential suite.”
“I’m fine.”
“Hmmm.”
“I should go.”
I sneered, yet made sure she didn’t get a hint of the rage rising within me. “If. . .you must. . .”
“I must.” She sighed. “I’ll call you later. Maybe. . .once Zo leaves for work.”
“Do that, if you can.”
“I hope you get to France safely. Goodbye, Kenji.”
“Goodbye.”
Click.
The line went dead.
Silence swallowed the room. Only the whisper of the engines reminded me I was thousands of feet above ground, alone in a suite too quiet, too cold without her.
And my cock—still fucking hard.
I looked down again.
We’ll pay her back later.
My cock gleamed with pre-cum.
The rose piercing shimmered.
I want her so bad.
I wrapped my fist around the base.
Slow.
Tight.
The ache was divine.
Her voice still echoed through me. That moan. That laugh. That whisper of “good little Dragon.”
God.
My hips rolled into my fist, just once. Just enough to feel the tension ripple from the base of my spine down to my toes.