My cock sprang free completely—hard, thick, curving up toward my stomach. Pre-cum pooled at the tip and ran down the shaft in thin rivulets.
She stared at it for a long moment and her lips parted. “I never thought cocks were beautiful until I first saw yours.”
She ran a single finger up the length of it, tracing the vein that pulsed under the skin, the piercing, and sparking a jolt of pleasure so intense I could barely breathe.
Her touch was light, teasing. A soft brush of skin on skin that set my nerves on fire.
“Tora. . .” My voice twisted with need. “P-please.”
Sweat trickled down my chest, and every muscle in my body strained against the restraints.
She ignored my plea. Her attention was focused entirely on my cock. Fascination gleamed in her eyes.
Then she climbed onto the slab and straddled my thighs. Her wet pussy hovered inches above my cock, her arousal dripped down onto the shaft. "I'm going to ride."
My body ached as I groaned.
"I'm going to sink down on your cock slow. Take every inch until you're so deep inside me you can feel my heartbeat through your shaft." She rolled her hips and her wet folds grazed the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck, Tora. Stop torturing me.”
“How am I torturing you, baby?”
I yanked at the restraints, but they were doing a good job of keeping me there.
“What do you want, Kenji?”
I sneered. “You know what the fuck I want.”
“Do I?”
“Do you know how dangerous this is? Don’t forget who the fuck I am, Tora?”
“Aww. You’re the big, bad Dragon. You run Japan.”
“I run Asia.”
“Talk that shit.”
“Take off the restraints.”
"No.”
“Tora, I will call for my Fangs.”
She chuckled. “Not the big, bad fire breathing Dragon begging his Fangs to free him.”
I sneered some more.
“You’re going to stay in those restraints and feel me bounce on your cock until your eyes roll back and your legs shake and you forget every woman who ever touched you before me."
My mouth went dry. “I’ve long forgotten them. As far as I’m concerned, there was no woman before you.”
"Good. Then, I'm going to ride you so hard that every time you sit on your throne, every time you stand in front of your men, every time you give an order—you'll feel my wet pussy wrapped around your cock.”
Stunned, I stared at her.
My chest heaved.
