Page 12 of The Dragon 2
“I loved your second present.”
“You opened it?”
“I did, and I loved it so much that I am even more determined to keep you in Tokyo and all mine. We are onthatlevel.”
“You’re supposed to be pacing yourself.”
“I’m done pacing myself, Tora. Now tell me about the dream.”
She let out a soft, shaky breath. “You were kneeling in front of me.”
Utterly shocked, I widened my eyes. “Kneeling?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t kneel.”
“You kneeled forme.”
“Mmmm.” I licked my lips.
“And you were. . .bound by rope all around your chest and arms.”
My cock twitched in my pants.
I pictured it instantly—my body roped in golden coils, each knot tight across my chest, holding me in place like I wasn’t a dragon. . .butherbeast.
Bound for her pleasure.
Hers to command.
Hers to ruin.
She continued, “You were. . .really hard. . .and you were dripping. . .cum onto the floor.”
My hand flexed at my side.
Fuck.
I could see it—the floor beneath me stained with my own need. A slow leak from the tip of my cock.
She’s going to make me turn this fucking jet around and fuck her.
For a second I wondered how long it would take us to get back.
Two hours.
Three.
Maybe four. . .
Vibrating with lust, I stared at the glass, at the stars smeared like molten ash across the sky. “And. . .what else, Tora?”
She lowered her voice. “I sat on a throne and. . .”
“Yes?”
“I had you eating my pussy. And you were licking it like you were starving.”
