Fuck Me
Kenji
I floated in subspace with my blood racing and my heart pounding. Every nerve ending in my body was singing, shimmering, and begging for more.
She’d unlocked a soothing erotic peace within my soul that I could never close, narrowing the world to sensation and continuing to soften time.
The air itself seemed to lean in.
I wasn’t thinking about what came next so much as what already was—the echo of the flames, the afterglow of my complete trust in her, the strange intimacy of being seen as a man without the armor of power.
My body remembered things my mind had forgotten in my years as the Dragon—how to listen, how to open, how to be guided without being diminished.
Love, I realized during this euphoric space, wasn’t the absence of control. It was the choice to place it gently in another’s hands.
There was a deeper word for what I was feeling too. It was the state the samurai trained their entire lives to achieve—the emptying of ego, fear, and conscious thought so the body could act from pure instinct.
Zen masters called itMushin.
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No-mind.
The highest state a warrior could reach. The place where the self-dissolved and only presence remained.
I'd spent years trying to find it through violence, through control, through being the Dragon. Through running an empire that stretched across three continents and making decisions that ended lives before breakfast.
But, my Tiger with a fire wand put me there in minutes.
I reached the warrior's ultimate state through surrender.
Slowly, Nyomi came closer and moved her hands to the straps of her top.
“Mmmm.”
She grinned.
“Take it off, Tora.”
“Say please, Dragon.”
“Please.” I licked my lips. “I’ll give you anything.”
She obeyed, yet the motion was unhurried. There was grace in the way she moved, a confidence that didn’t ask permission yet offered reassurance all the same.
And as the moment deepened, I felt it clearly. . .that the most intoxicating thing between us wasn’t what would be revealed, but the shared knowledge that we were already there together.
"Tora." My voice came out wrecked and ruined. "Let me go."
She didn't answer.
Her fingers found the first buckle on her top and worked it open.
"Let me go." I pulled against the restraints. "Take off the restraints."
"No."
“Please.”
