Nyomi blinked. "What's next?"
Hiroko gently, yet quickly, took the fire wand from Nyomi and put it out. "That's up to you two."
Next, she signaled to the men in the corners.
They filed out.
Hiroko's assistants gathered some instruments, cleared the side table, and then left.
Hiroko stared at Nyomi. “Have your fun, but do not forget the aftercare.”
She nodded.
“You did very good tonight.” And the professional mask disappeared from Hiroko’s face. Pride so fierce it could burn a hole through stone covered her face next. “Very good.”
Nyomi widened her eyes.
“Have a good night.” Hiroko bowed, headed off, and soon slid the door closed.
And we were alone with only the candles, smoke, and crackling flame.
I looked at her and ached beneath the silk. My body trembled. My wrists were raw from pulling against the restraints.
Every inch of skin she'd burned still hummed.
Still sang.
It was all a trail of heat mapping every path she'd taken like burning fingerprints pressed into my body.
When I finally spoke, my voice was rough and raw. "Take me out of these restraints. Now."
The garden faded. The children's voices dimmed to silence. The stone was cold beneath my back again.
The beast within began clawing to the surface, trying to take back control.
I expected her to comply, but instead. . .Nyomi tilted her head and looked at me.
“Tora.”
"I'm still in control."
The words landed in my chest.
In my cock.
In the place where the Dragon lived and roared.
“Tora—”
“I’m not done with you yet.” She stepped closer to the slab and even though there was no wand in her hand, I understood this one fact. . .she was the fire now.
What?
And I didn't know what she was going to do, but all I could think through the erotic bliss was that it didn’t matter.
I was willing to surrender to all her desires, even if they killed me.
Chapter twenty-four
