Until my cock was dripping with her saliva and the room was dead silent.
Would she drop her mouth onto me? Her warm, wet throat swallowing me whole while Hiroko stood three feet away and watched her student devour the Dragon.
Would Hiroko's thighs press together? Would I see it—that subtle shift, the dominatrix losing her composure because the sound of Nyomi gagging on my cock was doing things to her, she hadn't expected?
Would the men in the corners go rigid? Jaws clenched. Fists tight. Hard in their pants and terrified to move because looking away from their boss's cock in his woman's mouth was dangerous, but so was looking.
Would Nyomi care about any of them?
Or would she suck me like I was the only man alive?
Sloppy.
Loud.
Saliva running down her chin and pooling at the base of my shaft.
Would she look at me with those wicked eyes while my cock sat heavy on her tongue?
Would I cum so hard I screamed her name?
Hit her face first. White hot, thick ropes painting her cheeks, her lips, her chin.
I groaned so loud the sound bounced off the stone walls and everyone widened their eyes and turned to me.
Hiroko cleared her throat. “How is his heartbeat?”
Nyomi placed two fingers against my neck. "Fast, but steady."
“Put your hand on my cock, Tora. Right now.” I sneered. “I need it. Be my sweet Tiger. Show them how you take care of the Dragon.”
She blinked.
Would she?
Chapter twenty-three
Scorching Surrender
Kenji
Hiroko stepped forward. "He's deep in subspace."
Nyomi's fingers were still pressed to my neck.
"His heartbeat is stable, so we're fine. But I need you to understand what's happening inside his brain right now." Hiroko lowered her voice, but I still heard it—broken, warped, arriving in pieces like a radio signal through water. "Right now, his prefrontal cortex is shutting down."
Cherry blossoms. I could smell them. Pink petals drifting through warm air and landing on dark water.
"That's the part of his brain that plans, judges, monitors, and controls. It's the part that makes him the Dragon. The part that runs an empire, determines threats, and keeps him ten steps ahead of everyone in every room he enters."
My mother's garden. The koi pond. I was small. My hand in hers. She was humming.
"That part of his brain has gone quiet."
Warm. So warm. Her kimono smelled like jasmine and she was humming a song I hadn't heard in thirty years.
Hiroko continued. "What's left is the limbic system—the oldest part of the brain. Pure sensation, pure emotion, pure present tense. There’s no past nor future. No titles nor responsibilities. Only nerve endings and trust."
