The knowledge that this man—this man who commanded hundreds of killers, who burned traitors alive, who ruled an empire of blood and fire—was watching me with desperate eyes.
Was straining against his restraints.
Was telling me to burn him.
Begging me, with his body, to burn him.
The fear was still there. I could feel it in my chest, in the tremble of my hands.
But the power was rising alongside it now. Twining with it. Transforming it into something else entirely.
I caught Kenji's gaze across the room.
A devilish smile spread across his face. “Burn me, Tora. I am not afraid.”
My pussy clenched around nothing—aching, empty, desperate to be filled. But not yet. Not until I'd done what he asked.
Not until I'd burned him first.
Hiroko stepped back. "You're ready."
I looked at the flame dancing at the end of my wand. Orange, pale yellow, and gold. Alive, hungry, and waiting for my command.
I looked at Kenji on the slab. Restrained, aroused, and horny. His chest rising and falling. His eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.
I looked at the dragon tattoo sprawling across his chest.
Again. . .the fear was still there. . .right in my chest. . .but so was the power.
So was the love.
So was the scorching desire.
“Okay naughty Dragon. Let’s go.” I stepped toward the slab, holding the lit fire wand in my hand.
Chapter twenty-one
Topping from the Bottom
Kenji
Nyomi stood at the side table with Hiroko, learning the instruments and practicing her technique.
And all I could do was think about how I would fuck her.
The stone was cold beneath my back. It pressed against my shoulder blades, my spine, and the base of my skull.
The leather restraints held my wrists above my head.
Snug.
Firm.
Every time I flexed, they answered, pulling taut and refusing to give.
My ankles were locked the same way.
Spread.
