“Do you remember our rules?”
I spoke through clenched teeth, “Yes. I remember all the safe things. My mind is on safety right now. Oh God, safety. Safety. Fucking safety.”
“Good.” Slowly, she moved her other hand from the back of my head.
My head lowered along with my ears into the water.
Sound muffled again.
O-kay. What is she about to do?
I got so fucking excited.
She began stroking my cock again.
“God yes! Don’t stop, Tora!”
And then her free hand rested on my chest.
Mmmm.
Then, she pressed her palm against my chest, gently pushing me down.
What?
While she was still jacking me off, my body began to lower deeper into the water.
Oh shit.
Liquid rose over my mouth, my nose, my eyes. . .and for a stunned second my mind flashed that bright, animal lightning message of warning.
Yet she kept stroking my cock, and the panic dissolved like salt.
No breath in my lungs. My chest tightened, ribs pulling inward like they were trying to crush my heart.
My hips rocked my cock to the sensation of her creamy hand while my tongue pressed hard to the roof of my mouth, a useless instinct to trap what little air I had left.
My heartbeat slammed in my ears, a thick, wet drum that drowned out even the water. Pressure built behind my eyes, heat flooding my skull until it felt like the whole world had narrowed to this one aching need—breathe or cum.
And still. . .her hand stayed firm on my chest keeping me under water, her other hand milking my cock like she owned the last piece of me worth saving. Every stroke was magnified, electric, the slick glide turning almost unbearable with the ache in my lungs. The veins along my shaft throbbed in time with my pulse, each squeeze making my balls tighten harder, the weight of them heavy and swollen between my muscular thighs.
My pierced tip flared with hypersensitive pleasure, the warm water and her slick heat combining into a maddening contrast that sent shudders up my spine.
Ohhhhh fucckkkk.
The burn in my lungs bloomed into something sharp, almost sweet, and my body trembled on the line between panic and surrender.
Ohhhhh. . . .
And there I was… suspended between pressure and heat, between control and surrender.
Not the Dragon.
Not the blade.
Not the murderous darkness that stalks Tokyo.
Just a body unarmed, unarmored.
