She gestured toward my chest, stomach, and ribs. "These are where the nerve endings are dense. Where the heat builds. Where you'll feel him respond the most."
"The rules still hold," Hiroko continued. "The flame moves. But here. . ."
She drew a line in the air above my torso. "You can go slower than you did on the arm. Let the heat travel. Let it bloom."
Nyomi's eyes followed the invisible path. Then dropped to my chest. To the dragon tattoo sprawled across my pecs.
"Can I trace the tattoo?"
Hiroko tilted her head and considered it. "The ink lines are no different than skin. So yes. But the sensation will be more intense for you.”
“Why?”
“Because the visual and the physical will merge. He'll feel the fire and you’ll see it following the dragon. It will take you both deeper."
Nyomi looked at me.
I was already panting. One stroke on my forearm and my chest heaved like I'd run a mile. Sweat gathered in the hollows of my collarbone. My cock pressed thick and aching against the leather.
And what hit her face was the smile of a woman who'd just been handed a map to a man's undoing and intended to use every inch of it.
Naughty Tiger.
"Good." She rolled the wand between her fingers. "I want him deeper."
Fuuuuck.
Hiroko pointed to my right arm. "Do the other arm first. Build the foundation. Then the chest."
Nyomi moved to my right side. “Are you ready, Dragon?”
My chest rose and fell. “Yes, Tora.”
She gave me a longer stroke this time and let the fire travel from my wrist to the crook of my elbow, tracing the vein that ran along the inside of my arm.
Oh my God!
The heat exploded.
A loud, guttural groan ripped from the bottom of my chest.
I bucked my hips off the stone. My cock strained against the leather and I heard the fabric tear a little.
“Ahh.” I trembled.
Nyomi's gaze dropped to my crotch.
She saw the tear. The dark, wet patch where pre-cum had soaked through. The thick ridge pressing against what was left of the shorts.
She stared. Took her time with it. Let her gaze drag over the swollen mushroomed head straining against the waistband. The vein running the length of the shaft. The damp spot spreading at the tip.
You see what you’re doing to me?
"Nyomi.” Hiroko cleared her throat. “Focus."
My Tiger’s gaze stayed on my cock for two more seconds and then she lifted her chin, rolled her shoulders back, and stood taller.
"His shoulder now." Hiroko gestured. "A longer stroke and. . .let the flame travel down to the bicep."
