Page 219 of The Dragon 2
You cannot touch.
He sneered as if he heard me but then he lowered his hands.
And that simple act was everything.
Good job.
I closed the distance slowly, keeping eye contact the whole way, letting him see what I was about to do.
Towering over me, he looked down.
His chest rose in slow drags.
Then he inhaled me and groaned.
I raised my hands between us and reached for the silk of his tie. He tensed beneath my fingers, his breath catching the way mine had earlier. Slow and sensual, I slid the silk free. Each inch uncoiled.
His jaw flexed.
His eyes remained dark and hungry.
But I wasn’t done.
Instead of pulling the tie off, I leaned in and looped the tie around his neck—twice.
His chest stopped moving.
I pulled gently.
Tightening the knot.
His lips parted in stunned silence and I leaned in, letting my breath fan over the hollow of his throat.
Then I pulled again.
Not hard.
Just enough.
Just a little choke for a few seconds.
Just enough to remind him who held the leash now.
His eyes slammed shut. A soft, hoarse sound escaped his lips—half pain, half pleasure.
And then I let the tie open and unravel.
He gasped for breath.
Sharp.
Broken.
Lust-sick.
He panted. “I want you so fucking bad.”
My pussy throbbed.
