Finally, I can ride him like I’ve been wanting to all afternoon.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind me.
Steam still curled through the air, clinging to my damp skin. Candlelight flickered across the tiles, soft and golden, casting shadows that shifted with the water’s faint movement.
I stepped forward, expecting to see Kenji where I’d left him—wrists bound, chest rising and falling, that sharp, hungry gaze waiting for me.
Instead. . .
Wait. . .what?
The tub was empty.
The water still swayed, disturbed by motion that had already passed. One leather cuff floated lazily on the surface, the other was gone, swallowed by whatever escape he’d made. If anything, the damned cuff was probably still around his wrist.
How the hell?!
For a beat, my brain refused to understand. My body, still humming from domspace, wanted to believe this was just another scene. . .one where he was waiting to be told what to do.
Oh shit. . .he’s. . .no longer in the water. . .
Fast, all of my earlier high dissolved into part fear, part thrill. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs, breath quickening.
But. . .where is he?!
The steam had thickened the space, shielding parts of the room.
I shivered.
The hairs at the back of my neck rose.
No. No. No.
The bathroom wasn’t empty. It couldn’t be. The spacefeltoccupied in a way that was almost primal, as though the shadows themselves had weight, as though they were leaning toward me, closing in.
I scanned the corners without moving my head, every instinct screaming to stay still.
Somewhere, hidden from my sight, the Dragon was breathing and watching. . .unbound and ready to fuck.
A predator on the move with a hard cock.
And I was his prey with no safe word that could stop him.
Holy shit!
Chapter thirty-seven
Erotic Hide and Seek
Nyomi
Seconds later, the bathroom had transformed into something otherworldly.
Steam curled so thick it blurred the gold rims of the mirrors and swallowed the far-off walls until the room itself felt erased.
Candlelight bled through the haze in ragged strokes, flickering soft glows across marble and water, bending shadows into grotesque shapes that seemed to move on their own. In fact, the flames painted the steam in strokes of gold and rose, turning the air into a living canvas where shadows prowled and terror looked beautiful, carved from shimmer and mist.
So. . .is he going to jump out and scare-fuck me? Or am I supposed to find him?
