She chuckled. “Yes.”
“Tora. . .you’re mine.”
“I am.” She squeezed the tube. This glossy cream swirled onto her palm.
“What are you going to do with that?”
Instead of answering me, she showed me. That hand full of cream went into the water and wrapped around my hard cock. “I’m going to do this.”
“Oh, fuck, Tora.”
A rush of pleasure surged through me.
She stroked my throbbing length with those cream-coated fingers. The sensation was intense, magnified by the slick lubricant and the heated water which enveloped us. It ignited a fire that was ready to consume me whole.
I shivered, despite the warmth, allowing a low grunt of appreciation to slip past my lips.
“Tora. . .” My voice was a low growl, reverberating through the steamy air.
Nerves I’d kept on high alert all day sank to her pace.
She went down to the base, fingers curling and uncurling, gradually increasing in pressure. Then, she slipped those fingers up to my pierced tip and the creamy lube amplified the slickness of the water and the cruel ecstasy of her control over me.
My thighs twitched involuntarily, straining against their restraints, and a low groan rolled from my chest. My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage, the rhythm matching the throbbing in my cock.
I tried to fuck her fisted hand, but the restraints on my ankles and wrists along with being suspended in the water made it all too difficult.
But I did my best, and the water rocked and sloshed, splashing liquid out of the tub.
Maybe because she’d been teasing me for so long, but I could already feel my climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that was increasing in intensity with her strokes. I was dangerously close to the edge, teetering at the precipice, ready to fall.
She must have sensed it too because she quickly released my cock.
I groaned in annoyance. “Put that hand back!”
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Fuck yes.”
She put her creamy hand back on my cock.
I sighed in relief.
She didn’t move it. “Now we will play.”
I barely understood her. The bath hummed around us; the world had narrowed to her creamy palm. This desperate throb threaded through me like a fuse lit at both ends.
“To be safe, I’m going to have one hand by yours, so if you can’t speak, then you can squeeze my—”
“Tora!” I glared at her. “It will take a whole lot more than fucking cuffs in a tub to kill me. I can yank them out if I want—”
“They are anchored pretty well—”
“Fuck being safe. I want your pussy. I want to cum and I want to watch you cum too. If I die so be it.”
“Mr. Dragon. . .” She frowned. “I would like you to stay alive.”
I sneered.
