“No.”
Through my horny daze, I sneered.
"I'm still in control, Dragon." The second buckle came undone and the leather loosened across her chest.
“Fuck yeah.” I yanked at the leather. It bit into my wrists and held firm. I wasn't going anywhere. "I'm about to fucking break through—"
"Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. But I’m definitely going to have my fun at my pace either way."
A growl rolled out of my chest.
Low.
Dangerous.
The sound of a predator who had been caged too long.
She smiled. “And there he is.”
I raised my eyebrows.
She lifted her view behind me. “Your dragon-shadow.”
I widened my eyes and for some reason. . .her seeing him calmed me. “He’s here?”
“Yes. Roaring at me.”
“You should listen to him.”
“I should, but I won’t.” The third buckle released and the top completely fell away from her body and dropped to the floor.
“Yes, Tora.”
Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, her dark nipples hard and pointing at me.
"Tora, bring those pretty titties to my mouth. Right now." I strained forward. "Let me suck on those nipples. Let me bite them until you scream my name."
“No.”
I sneered and wrenched at the restraints. “You should be afraid.”
“But I’m not.”
“The more you torture me like this the more—”
“You will wait for this pussy. You will beg.”
I tensed.
“But you will not threaten me or I will leave you right here, and you’ll have to run around the island searching for me.”
The image hit me before I could stop it.
Her walking out of the tea house.
The door sliding shut. Her bare feet on the stone path, disappearing into the dark with that wicked smile still on her face.
And me.
