Page 16 of The Dragon 2
Goddamn it.
A more deranged man would have just started jacking off in a grunting daze.
Gritting my teeth, I let my hand stay cupped on my balls, fingers curved, thumb lazily caressing the seam between my sac and hungry shaft.
I watched my cock rise a little—just a small lift in the air from the movement.
Another bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, catching the cabin light before sliding in a slow, trembling line down the front of my cock.
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 betoo fullof 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.
