Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Not one allowed to touch themselves.
Not one allowed to make a sound of lust.
I’d make them bite their lips bloody before I let them groan from seeing her moaning in pleasure.
She would be riding my cock hard, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples dragging against my chest when I pulled her in to slam deeper. My big cock driving into her wet pussy over and over. That drenched heat gripping me so tight the world outside would cease to exist.
I’d watch her head tip back, watch her mouth open around my name, and I’d know every man in that room would take the image to their graves, cursing me and worshiping her in the same breath.
The thought made my pulse thunder in my ears.
In the bath, my grip on her hips tightened like I could pull that vision straight into the now.
“Mmm.” I ground my cock against her sliding it up and down her stomach, wanting to fuck her so bad.
The water rocked around us from the movement, sliding hot over my thighs, flushing between her legs, tracing the curve of her ass as if the bath itself wanted to claim her with me.
Moaning, I held her tighter, feeling the slick glide of her skin under my palms, the heat sinking deeper into my bones.
It felt so good that I did it again.
I ground my cock against her, dragging it up her stomach, letting the mushroomed, pierced tip smear pre-cum across her skin.
The sound of water lapping at the tub’s edge blurred into the rush in my ears.
“So you like the idea of my fucking you in front of my men?”
“You would bend me over that desk?”
“I would bend you. Spread you. Fuck you until the grain in the wood was pressed into your breasts. Until your nipples left an imprint on the surface. Your ass jiggling as my cock slammed into you.” My voice was raw. “Every man in that room would have to stand still and silent while I made you scream.”
Her eyes darkened. “And you think I wouldn’t look at them while you were inside me?”
My breath caught. “Every man you looked at while I fucked you. . . I would take their eyes. So be mindful of that, Tora.”
“But what if I want to watch them watch me,” she murmured, rocking her hips so the front of her pussy caught the base of my cock.
I groaned, loving this dirty fantasy talk—this cute little, erotic hypothetical—because I knew that she was smart and understood deep within her core that this could never happen.
I would fucking kill everybody who saw her naked body and heard her delicious moans.
She licked her lips. “Be a good little Dragon and let your men see my breasts bouncing for you, see my wet pussy gripping your cock so hard you can hardly pull it out.”
“Fuck, Tora. . .” I could barely see straight.
Her fingers trailed up my neck and her nails grazed just enough to make my cock twitch. “However. . .”
I tried to kiss her.
She leaned away and dodged my mouth. “We should focus.”
“I am focused.”
“You are not. Don’t you want to see why there are leather cuffs anchored to the tub?”
My Tiger was smooth.
Too goddamn smooth.
I thought I had been in full control this whole time, but she still had my desire as her leash and she was currently tugging at it.
Did I want to see why there were cuffs? Yes. It made me crazy to not know the answer. And even more, I knew she wouldn’t tell me. She would hold it in and I wouldn’t even be able to draw the answer out with my cock.
Damn it!
I sneered at her. “Just tell me, Tora.”
“No.”
“That wasn’t a plea. That was a demand.”
“You can’t demand anything from a queen.”
I sneered again. “If I put those goddamn cuffs on, there better be pussy involved.”
“You’re being naughty.”
“Due to your little entrance into my war room, I have been unbearably hard for far too long. You did that yesterday with the fucking dinner and now you’ve done it again today with those heels and that skirt.” I glared at her, making sure she felt all my rage. “You will not do this again tomorrow.”
She gave me an innocent pout. “I promise to never tease you anymore.”
I frowned, knowing those words were bullshit.
“Now. . .be a good little Dragon. . .let me go. . .so I can put those handcuffs on your wrists.”
Fuck. . .what is she going to do to me?
Chapter thirty-three
A Baptism in Pleasure
Kenji
Minutes later, leather closed over my wrists.
The first cuff buckled with a patience that stroked along my veins, tightening until my pulse had nowhere to go but into her grip. My chest expanded too slowly, lungs greedy for more air than I could pull. Every breath tasted of her—ripe plum and deep amber.