She brought the fire wand up and held it between us.
The flame danced inches from my chest, close enough for the heat to lick across my skin without touching.
My breath caught.
Oh shit.
She watched me. "Let me explain how this is going to work."
Mmmm.
"From now on, you don't speak unless, I ask you a question.”
I grunted.
“You don't move unless, I tell you to move.”
Oh, I can’t wait to tear up your pussy tonight.
“And if you try to dominate me from that slab one more time. . ." She tilted the wand.
The flame dipped closer, and heat almost kissed my sternum.
Oh fuck. Touch me with it. Please.
I strained against the leather.
She raised the wand out of my reach. "If you do that, I will put this flame out, walk out of this tea house, and leave you here. Hard. Leaking. Restrained. With nothing but those three men and your hand for company."
My cock kicked so hard against the leather it hurt.
"And I won't come back tonight, naughty Dragon."
I opened my mouth to speak.
Fast, she pressed one finger to my lips. "That was not a question, Dragon."
I closed my mouth.
She dragged her finger down from my lips, over my chin, and down the column of my throat. Her nail traced a line along my skin that burned hotter than any flame in the room.
I groaned.
My cock kicked against the leather. Hard. A fresh pulse of pre-cum leaked through the slit and soaked warm against my waistband.
One finger.
She'd dragged one finger down my throat, and my cock was weeping for her.
My hips bucked off the stone. I couldn't help it. My body was giving her evidence. Wet, visible, undeniable proof of what she did to me.
I should have been embarrassed.
I wasn't.
She looked down at it. “Now here is a question, naughty Dragon, are you staining those shorts?”
“I am. Come lower your mouth to my cock and lick it clean.”
