"I would but you wanted me to burn you." Her finger reached my collarbone and stopped. "So, I'm going to burn you. Atmypace. Inmyway. And you're going to lie here and take it."
Fuck yeah I am!
She leaned closer, bending over until her breath hit my ear. "And when I'm done. . .if you've been good. . .maybe I'll let you fuck me."
My spine arched off the stone.
I couldn't stop it.
"Maybe." She pulled back. "Or maybe I'll ride you instead. Pin your chest down and take what I want while you beg."
Oh please, Queen. Please. I’ll be good.
Hiroko's voice came from behind her. Calm. Approving. "Good."
Nyomi didn't acknowledge her. Didn't need to.
She raised the fire wand above my chest. The flame reflected in her dark eyes—orange, gold, alive.
"Now, Dragon." She held my gaze. "Are you going to behave?"
“Yes.” And then it hit me.
A wave of. . .I didn't know what to call it.
It started in my chest. A crack. A fracture in the wall I'd spent my entire life building. The wall that kept me in control. That kept the Dragon on his throne.
That wall split open.
And this sensual warmth poured through.
My eyes burned. My throat tightened. My fists unclenched above the restraints—fingers going slack, palms opening to the ceiling.
I didn't understand it.
This woman had just told me to shut up. Told me she'd leave me here hard and aching. Told me I didn't get to speak, move, or decide a single thing about what happened next.
And my body was. . .thanking her for it.
How does she do that?
Every muscle I'd been clenching since she walked in released at once. My jaw loosened. My shoulders dropped against the stone. The tension in my spine melted and my back went flat and heavy on the slab.
I sank.
Into the stone.
Into the restraints.
Into the surrender I'd been fighting even as I asked for it.
My cock was still hard, but the desperation had shifted. The frantic edge was gone. In its place—a deep, slow throb. A pulse that matched my heartbeat.
Steady.
Patient.
Willing to wait as long as she made me wait.
