Fast.
Like the floor had dropped out from under the slab and I was falling into warm, dark water.
The room softened at the edges. The candlelight blurred into a golden haze. The crackle of flame, the shift of Hiroko's feet, the pad of Nyomi's steps—all of it muffled.
Distant.
The only thing still sharp was her.
She could have told me the sky was green. I would have believed her.
She could have told me to stop breathing. I would have tried.
"His temperature." Hiroko's voice was now very far away. "Check him."
Nyomi set the wand down on the stone beside my hip, but I wasn’t sure. The flame died against the cold surface. A wisp of smoke curled between us.
She put her hand on my chest.
I moaned. “Fuck.”
Her hand was so cool against my heated skin.
So soft.
I could feel the ridges of her fingerprints against my pec. I rolled my hips. “I want to fuck you right now, Tora.”
Another tear sounded from my shorts, and then to my shock, cool air kissed the base of my cock.
The fabric was done.
Finished.
Giving up the fight.
Hiroko spoke, “Focus, Nyomi.”
“Yes. . .” Nyomi pressed her palm flat over my heartbeat and held it there.
I trembled. “Put your hand on my cock, Tora, and rub it. Make me cum in front of everyone.”
Nyomi parted her lips.
Would she?
Would she give me what I needed?
Would she reach down and wrap her fingers around my cock right here, right now, in front of Hiroko, the assistants, and the men in the corners?
Would she grip the shaft and stroke it slow while all of them watched the Dragon leak for his Tiger?
Would she spit on it first?
A thick, wet glob from those pretty lips, landing right on the swollen head and running down the shaft.
Then another glob of spit.
And another.
