Hiroko looked like she was trying not to laugh and did so anyway. “Well. . .it sounds like he’s conscious and you may be in danger of. . .quite a good time when you return.”
“I know.” The heat in my chest swelled into pride. “I want him so bad right now.”
Hiroko’s expression sharpened. “Good. But remember. . .this scene isn’t about you. It is about him. And about his winning the war.”
I straightened instinctively, like she’d pulled a leash on my spine. “True.”
She studied me. “Again, do you think you’ve relieved him of stress?”
“Yes.”
“Mind clear?”
“I think so.”
“Do you think that after some good sleep he will return to the war room tomorrow sharper than ever before?”
“Yes. Sharper. Calmer. More lethal.”
“Good.” Her smile cut wider, pleased. “Now remind me, Nyomi. Whose session is this?”
“His.”
“And the objective?”
“Relief. Reset. Control given and returned.”
“And you?”
“It’s taking everything not to run back in there and tear him apart.” I felt so damn drunk. “I’m sorry. What was the question?”
“No. You’re just. . .a bit high right now.” Hiroko’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Again, this scene is about the Dragon learning he can lay down his teeth and still be a god. If he’s clear, you’ve done it.”
“He’s clear,” The ache between my thighs didn’t argue.
She tipped her head toward the door. “Do you believe he deserves the reward of you?”
Heat shot straight to my pussy. “God, yes.”
“Then have fun. Take him out of the cuffs.” She winked. “I’ll dismiss the team.”
“Thank you.”
Hiroko turned to the hallway crew, tapped each shoulder, and gave a hand signal.
Too horny to think anymore, I headed back into the bedroom and closed the door.
The bedroom felt different now. The air was thicker, charged. My pulse was a steady drum in my ears. Somehow my body was light and heavy at the same time.
It must have been the floating high of domspace mixing with the deep pull of wanting his cock inside of me so bad I could barely think.
I moved on instinct.
The faint sound of water spilling over the lip of the tub lured me closer. Each inhale brought the scent of him—warm, male, edged with candle smoke and desire.
Soon, the bathroom door was right in front of me.
I closed my hand over the knob, turned it, and entered.
