Page 195 of The Dragon 2
“I am not sure it is.”
“Well. . .then keeping on being a good little Dragon.”
That possessive fire roared inside me.
I sat there stunned, fork still in hand, the taste of the five cheeses coating my tongue like a benediction.
Good, little Dragon. . .
The words pulsed in my chest.
I licked my lips. "Say that again."
“I will only say it when you’veearnedit.”
My cock twitched. My throat went dry. I set my fork down. "What do I have to do to keep being your good little Dragon?"
"Stay over there. Keep your hands to yourself. Finish your plate. Compliment the chef and don’t growl unless I tell you to."
"And if I do all that?"
"Maybe, I’ll give you a reward."
"What kind of reward?"
"A surprise."
"What kind of surprise?"
"The kind you’ve been dreaming about since I licked my lips."
A low groan escaped me again—uncontrollable, filthy, and raw. I gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood creaked.
Tora. Tora. Tora.
I sank deeper into the chair, chewing all but stopped, breath heavier than it should’ve been.
A faint laugh broke through the jazz behind us—someone in the band must have missed a note, the sax player chuckled it off like an inside joke.
Still, the room had no idea what was happening at our table. No idea that a man like me was falling—hard—with a fork in one hand and his soul in the other.
I blinked and looked back at her.
And she lowered her view to where I was gripping the table. “We should discuss something.”
“What?”
“We need a safe word.”
Shock rocked me to my core.
A fucking safe word?! Tora. . .what are you doing to me?
Chapter thirty-eight
The Safe Word
Kenji
