Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Surrender.
The second cuff followed, snug and absolute, sealing me and triggering my breath to stumble.
What will happen?
My fingers twitched in reflex, wanting to reach for her, but the strap held firm. The tongue of the leather slid through, locking in place with a muted snap that landed low in my gut.
Too final to fight.
Too right to want to.
Whatever this was going to be. . .it was already winding me too tight. Heat coiled low, heavy and urgent.
My cock strained against the water’s slow drag and the pounding pressure of my own pulse. The ache at the tip of my cock was sharp and swollen, every throb a warning I was too close.
I imagined the moment I would break—how it would tear through me in hot, merciless surges from my cock.
Long white streams spilling into the water.
Unfurling slow, milky ribbons.
Curling around my thighs before drifting free, weightless.
Rising and falling with the lazy sway of the current.
The water would take them further away, stretching each thread thinner, making them pale and luminous.
Just the thought made my balls tighten harder into a deep, aching knot and triggered my whole body to tremble on the edge of surrender.
But, my Tiger wasn’t done with me yet.
Next, she began to secure my ankles.
She disappeared into the water.
Then, heat kissed my calves first, next her hands—warmer still—closed around me. Her palms glided slow, deliberate, as if mapping where I was most vulnerable.
My muscular thighs involuntarily twitched.
She guided my feet toward the gold straps sunk deep in the tub, and when her fingers skimmed the inside of my ankle, something sharp and molten lit in my stomach.
Fuck, Tora. . .You’re my Queen, but you’re also. . .my fucking undoing.
My heels sank into their cradles. The contrast made every nerve spike, then surrender. Ripples curled up my calves, tasting me as they climbed. Their caresses wove with the pulse that had started pounding between my legs.
When the last hook kissed the ring at my ankle, everything shifted.
The water let me go.
Gravity took me instead—pulling me down, centering me in the tub, spine settling into the liquid cradle my Tiger had built. My shoulders eased back without permission. Any fight in my muscles bled away.
My ears sank into the water. The sound in the room thinned and then muffled.
My chin hovered half-submerged. My breath brushed the surface in trembling circles. Each exhale made the water shiver.
Above me, she stood close enough that her shadow slid over my chest, but I could not fully see her.
Mmmm.
Finally. . .my pulse slowed and this. . .heaviness settled behind my eyes that was so. . .pleasant and intoxicating.
God. . .I feel. . .high. . .
My vision tunneled until all I could see was her—her shadow over my chest, the faint curve of her form—everything else blurred into nothing.
More seconds passed in this. . .state and. . .my body dissolved into a strange, anchored stillness, heavy and weightless at once.
I blinked and looked to the side.
Light fractured on the ripples, bending into shards of gold and silver that bled together and reformed.
Yes. . .I’m high. . .
I couldn’t feel the edge of my own body anymore—just the soft drag of the water over skin, the faint shift of current brushing between my thighs.
Every breath moved like it belonged to someone else.
Time stretched. Seconds elongated until each sensation felt like it could last forever. My skin caught everything—the glide of liquid over my ribs, the whisper of her nearness—and held it.
Nyomi was doing something, but I didn’t know what. Her movements above me seemed distant and softened by some invisible wall.
Heat from her hands and the water bled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The cool bite of the restraints had vanished, melting into that same enveloping warmth.
I floated there, suspended in her world, in her will. And I didn’t want to come back.
I still couldn’t see her expression.
But, I didn’t need to.
Every nerve I owned already knew who I belonged to, knew that whatever she wanted, she could take.
And I would give her all of me.
Willingly.
Completely.
She already had my cock and heart, but now she could have my soul.
Strip it clean from me.
Cradle it in her hands while my name still burned on it.
May she use it as a bargaining chip in heaven and always remember me as I rot in hell thinking of her love and smiling through the painful flames.
I’m fucking. . .delirious right now. . .
More odd thoughts came to me.
What would my men say if they saw the Dragon now? Would they even recognize me like this—half-submerged, wrists bound, eyes heavy with something other than rage? Would they understand, as I was beginning to, that the beast inside me needed this?
Sometimes the creature within craved to be chained.
Anchored.
Yearned to be dominated, stripped bare, and held in place until the noise in my skull quieted. Until the fire that ate at my insides burned low enough to see clearly again.