She wanted this as badly as I did. She was just better at hiding it. The panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.
And there she stood.
Naked.
Powerful.
Candlelight painting her brown skin.
"Tora, you're so fucking wet." I licked my lips. "I can see it running down your thighs. Come sit that dripping wet pussy on my face. Let me lick you clean."
“Are you thirsty, little Dragon?”
“Very thirsty. Come sit on the Dragon’s face.”
“Hmmm.” She moved toward me. “But I have other plans.”
“Other plans?”
When she got to me, she reached down, gripped the silk that covered my hips, and pulled it away in one smooth motion.
I groaned.
My cock had completely destroyed what remained of the shorts. The fabric had split down the middle, torn apart by the sheer size of my erection. I was fully exposed now—thick, hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip in a steady stream that pooled on my stomach.
She looked at it. "Naughty Dragon."
“Very fucking naughty for you, Tora.”
"You ruined your shorts."
“I did. Help me clean the mess with your tongue.”
“It may be too messy for just my tongue alone.” She tsked and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?"
“Loosen these restraints so I can drag you to your knees by your throat, bend you over this slab until your spine arches, and fuck you so deep you feel me in your soul."
“That sounds painful.”
“Pain is pleasure.”
She turned her back to me, walked to the side table, and searched through the few instruments that the assistants left until she found what she was looking for.
A knife. It was small and sharp. The kind used for cutting rope or fabric.
She brought it back to the slab and held it up so I could see the blade glint in the candlelight. "Let's get these shorts off you properly."
All I could do was grunt.
She leaned over me, and her breasts swayed above my chest—close enough to touch if my hands were free. Close enough that I could see the weight of them, the dark areolas, the hard nipples pointing down at my chest like an invitation I couldn't accept.
"Tora, your tits are right there." My voice cracked. "Please. . .drop them in my mouth. Just one. Give me one and I'll be good."
“You’ll be good regardless.” She slipped the knife under what remained of my shorts and cut slowly. One side first, the blade slid through the fabric with a soft snick.
Then the other side where she took her time.
The ruined shorts fell away.
