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)
A satisfied smile spread across her face.
“Good.” Hiroko stepped forward.
I groaned.
Hiroko smirked and looked at her. “Well. . .we know how the Dragon feels, but how did that feel for you?"
"Hot." Nyomi turned the wand in her hand and studied the flame at its tip. "But controlled. I could feel the moment it was enough."
Hiroko's eyebrows lifted. "Most people can't feel that on their first pass due to fear.”
“Okay.”
"You felt it because you weren't afraid. Your body was calm enough to listen." Hiroko studied her. "I can teach technique to anyone who walks through my door. I cannot teach someone to be still inside themselves while they hold fire."
Hiroko studied her for a long moment, and then a slow smile spread across her face—the kind a woman only gives when she's been impressed. "So. . .let's move faster than I planned."
Nyomi blinked.
I licked my lips.
Hiroko watched me. "The arms are safe. Thick muscle. But the real session happens here."
She gestured toward my chest, stomach, and ribs. "These are where the nerve endings are dense. Where the heat builds. Where you'll feel him respond the most."
"The rules still hold," Hiroko continued. "The flame moves. But here. . ."
She drew a line in the air above my torso. "You can go slower than you did on the arm. Let the heat travel. Let it bloom."
Nyomi's eyes followed the invisible path. Then dropped to my chest. To the dragon tattoo sprawled across my pecs.
"Can I trace the tattoo?"
Hiroko tilted her head and considered it. "The ink lines are no different than skin. So yes. But the sensation will be more intense for you.”
“Why?”
“Because the visual and the physical will merge. He'll feel the fire and you’ll see it following the dragon. It will take you both deeper."
Nyomi looked at me.
I was already panting. One stroke on my forearm and my chest heaved like I'd run a mile. Sweat gathered in the hollows of my collarbone. My cock pressed thick and aching against the leather.
And what hit her face was the smile of a woman who'd just been handed a map to a man's undoing and intended to use every inch of it.
Naughty Tiger.
"Good." She rolled the wand between her fingers. "I want him deeper."
Fuuuuck.
Hiroko pointed to my right arm. "Do the other arm first. Build the foundation. Then the chest."
Nyomi moved to my right side. “Are you ready, Dragon?”
My chest rose and fell. “Yes, Tora.”
She gave me a longer stroke this time and let the fire travel from my wrist to the crook of my elbow, tracing the vein that ran along the inside of my arm.
Oh my God!
The heat exploded.
A loud, guttural groan ripped from the bottom of my chest.
I bucked my hips off the stone. My cock strained against the leather and I heard the fabric tear a little.
“Ahh.” I trembled.
Nyomi's gaze dropped to my crotch.
She saw the tear. The dark, wet patch where pre-cum had soaked through. The thick ridge pressing against what was left of the shorts.
She stared. Took her time with it. Let her gaze drag over the swollen mushroomed head straining against the waistband. The vein running the length of the shaft. The damp spot spreading at the tip.
You see what you’re doing to me?
"Nyomi.” Hiroko cleared her throat. “Focus."
My Tiger’s gaze stayed on my cock for two more seconds and then she lifted her chin, rolled her shoulders back, and stood taller.
"His shoulder now." Hiroko gestured. "A longer stroke and. . .let the flame travel down to the bicep."
She licked her lips. “Oh, hell yes.”
“Nyomi.” Hiroko frowned.
My Tiger blinked. “Yes?”
“You can’t rush into domspace with this element.”
“Okay. I’ll calm down.”
I grinned through the euphoria.
Then, Nyomi brought the flame to my left shoulder and let it travel. The fire traced a path from my deltoid down through the curve of my bicep. She watched the flame the way a painter watches a brushstroke.
The heat piled on top of everything I was already feeling. Layer on layer. Sensation stacking like bricks inside my body that I couldn't climb over.
I groaned.
She moved to my right shoulder without being told.
Same stroke.
Same confidence.
Same unhurried pace.
Hiroko stepped back and crossed her arms.
I caught it through the haze—the shift in Hiroko's posture. She wasn't instructing anymore. She was observing. Watching Nyomi the way a sensei watches a student who no longer needed correction.
And Hiroko’s gaze was bright, wet at the edges, and full of a pride so fierce it filled the room. "Perfect. Now. . .the chest."
Nyomi looked down at the dragons sprawling across my pecs. The coiled bodies. The open mouths. The scales that caught the candlelight and rippled dark red to black.
“You’re so sexy.” She brought the flame to the dragon's spine.
And traced it.
God yes.
All I could do was helplessly watch the fire follow the ink across my left pec.
Over the coils.