"Trust your hand. It already knows what to do."
Nyomi turned back to me. She held the fire wand at her side. The flame crackled and swayed. The smell of alcohol and smoke hung between us.
She didn't hesitate. She brought the flame to my forearm in one clean stroke.
One stroke.
Clean.
Fast.
The flame kissed my skin and pulled away.
OH FUCK!!
Heat detonated across my arm.
Sharp.
Bright.
Electric.
It raced through my nerve endings and hit the base of my skull like a shot of whiskey poured straight into my bloodstream.
MMMMM.
It was pain, pleasure, and hunger all at once, hitting the oldest part of my brain and setting it ablaze.
I clenched my jaw as my hard cock jumped against the leather, straining the fabric some more.
The heat faded slowly and left warmth in its wake.
Nyomi stood over me, and the wand still burned at her side. She looked at my arm and at the skin she'd just touched with flame.
A satisfied smile spread across her face.
“Good.” Hiroko stepped forward.
I groaned.
Hiroko smirked and looked at her. “Well. . .we know how the Dragon feels, but how did that feel for you?"
"Hot." Nyomi turned the wand in her hand and studied the flame at its tip. "But controlled. I could feel the moment it was enough."
Hiroko's eyebrows lifted. "Most people can't feel that on their first pass due to fear.”
“Okay.”
"You felt it because you weren't afraid. Your body was calm enough to listen." Hiroko studied her. "I can teach technique to anyone who walks through my door. I cannot teach someone to be still inside themselves while they hold fire."
Hiroko studied her for a long moment, and then a slow smile spread across her face—the kind a woman only gives when she's been impressed. "So. . .let's move faster than I planned."
Nyomi blinked.
I licked my lips.
Hiroko watched me. "The arms are safe. Thick muscle. But the real session happens here."
