Oh, Tiger. Come here and lick it up.
The sight of her reaction—how her pupils flared and how her chin tilted so she could get a better look—made my balls tighten and pull high.
She didn’t try to hide her hunger, and God, I loved her for that.
I tried to walk over to her.
She shook her head. “Rule number one, you don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“I don’t like that rule.”
“I didn’t ask.”
I smirked. “Why are there leather straps anchored on the side of the tub?”
“You’ll know why when you need to.”
My cock jumped from her audacity.
She lifted one hand and trailed her fingers along her own throat, down between her breasts, lower. “What’s our safe word?”
My jaw locked. Heat surged throughout my body. “Ume.”
“Correct. Good little Dragon.”
I groaned. “Now what, Tora?”
I was naked and unashamed, hungry and shaking with how hard I was trying not to move without permission. The tightness in my chest was almost gone, replaced by an erotic thrum that belonged to her.
In this war, I was finally seeing that she would be my top stress reliever. She would keep my mind clear.
Nyomi leaned her head to the side. “Now what?”
“Yes.”
“Get on your knees and crawl to the tub.”
Chapter thirty-one
Knees. Palms. Breath.
Kenji
She told me to get on my knees and crawl, and I dropped.
There was no calculation in the motion.
No hesitation.
No fight.
She spoke, and my knees met the warm stone. My palms spread flat. The heat rising through the floor merged with the heat under my skin.
I shifted forward and began to crawl, hands first.
Warm stone greeted my palms, grain, grit, and the faint cling of steam-slick heat. The ground gave my body a new logic. No upright posture to bluff with, no silhouette to throw like a weapon.
Four points of contact, then three, then four again.
