32. The Storm That Devours the Ocean
Chapter thirty-two
The Storm That Devours the Ocean
Kenji
I blinked. “You are spending too much time around Hiroko.”
She chuckled. “I am not.”
“I’m going to put her on the other side of the island.”
“No. You’re not. She’s my fairy godmother. We need to be close to each other.”
Looking down at the rippling water, I breathed in the steam and lavender. “What are we going to do?”
“This is a form of water BDSM.”
I widened my eyes. “You continue to surprise me, Tora.”
“How?”
“I’ve never heard of water BDSM.”
“Then, let this be your first lesson on the matter.” She lowered and smoothly began to climb into the tub.
It was a breathtaking sight to see. She glided one foot into the water, then the other, her movements as fluid and inviting as a siren's call.
With her entering, the water lapped at the sides of the tub, and it was a soft symphony against stone.
This raw, consuming ache surged through my core. It was a ravenous hunger that clawed deeper with each passing second.
The water enveloped her like a lover, caressing her knees, ascending to her thighs and lush pussy, swallowing up those enticing curvy hips, licking her waist, and finally laying claim to her full breasts.
The sight wove a tangled web of violent longing within me.
My cock throbbed with an insatiable need that was so dark and overpowering. . .I considered diving into the tub and taking her.
How long can I hold myself back? I’m not sure I can be good today.
She smiled. “Let’s begin.”
I eyed her.
Heat rose under my skin.
“Elemental play.” Her breasts bobbed in the water. “Temperature, pressure, motion. Water is a toy that can be warm, cold, flowing, still or heavy. It changes how skin understands touch. It slows you. It exposes you.”
My whole body stilled. Muscles frozen. Cock stiff. Brain, heart, and eyes open.
“In water, a submissive feels more available, sound carries differently. Movement is softened. Muscles listen. Warmth melts what the day left behind.”
Something in my ribs creaked open.
“You’ve been the Dragon for hours today. . .Orders. Bombs. Maps. Blood.” She licked her lips and slipped her gaze along my tattooed muscular arms. “Let me wash that off. Let me. . .baptize you in pleasure.”
“Oh, Tora.” I laughed low and deep with this dangerous hunger edging the sound. “Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I am sure.”
I seared her with my gaze and it took everything in me to remain where I was. “If you baptize me in pleasure, then I will anoint you in something far darker. Obsession. Possession. A devotion that claws and burns. No salvation. No escape.”
She parted her lips.
“That’s the trade, Tora.”
“I’m not sure if that is a promise or a threat, but I’m willing to drown in that.” She bit her lip.
A low groan rumbled in my chest. “Then. . .by all means, Tora. Go ahead.”
Her gaze didn’t waver. “There will be rules.”
“We don’t need them.”
“We do.”
“Then, name them.”
“The safeword. You already know it.”
“Ume.”
“Good. Today, you also get a signal you can make for when you cannot speak.” She held her hand out and kept her palm up. “If you need to breathe, I want you to give two taps on the edge of the tub for me to stop. Or if my hand is next to yours, squeeze my wrist.”
I nodded once. “Okay.”
“You have to say the words, so I know you truly understand.”
And for the first time. . .I saw fear fill her eyes. While she must have been excited to try water BDSM, she was worried too.
I let a daring grin pull at my lips. “Tora. . .it will take a lot more than water to kill me.”
“Still. . .say the words.”
I winked. “I will tap the tub for you to stop, or I will squeeze your wrist.”
“Good.” Her praise put a calm invisible hand between my shoulders. “Come here.”
Getting into the tub, I set one foot on the inner ledge, then the other. Heated water licked up my calves, rising higher as I sank deeper. The liquid climbed my thighs, swallowed my hips, and claimed more of me with every inch I gave.
Steam curled around my chest as the water pressed against me, easing into the hinges of my shoulders, seeping into the meat of my biceps, unfastening knots I hadn’t even realized I’d locked since the bombs had detonated at dawn.
I flexed my hands beneath the surface. Ripples spread out in trembling circles, brushing back against my fingers as though the tub itself wanted to touch me. Heat clung to each digit, slipped into my palms, and bled through my veins until my pulse slowed.
I never thought I’d be doing something like this today. I hadn’t even planned on stopping my meeting with my men. If my Tiger had not come into my war room, I would have strategized until my skull rang and the sky went black.
But this—the water, the steam, my Tiger watching me—it was a surrender I hadn’t meant to give.
So damned perfect.
So damned necessary.
Nyomi parted her lips to speak.
I didn’t let the words happen.
I surged forward. Soon, I had one hand locked on her waist, the other banding the back of her neck. Her gasp cracked against my mouth.
The tub heaved.
Water slapped stone and rained back over us.
Steam ghosted our faces.
Her scent—black amber and ripe plum—hit my tongue and every sane thought burned away.
Tora. . .
I took her like the storm devours the ocean.
Hard.
Claiming.
No room left for language.
Teeth.
Tongue.
Breath stolen and given back on my terms.
Yes. We were truly the ocean and the storm.
I was the horizon darkening. The light being swallowed by my rolling wall of clouds. The sky lowering, pressing down, heavy with rage into the ocean. Wind lashing the surface. Tearing it open into jagged dark liquid peaks. Lightning scarring the black sky.
Thunder growling.
Loud.
Violent.
Hungry.
Our mouths were that very chaos.
Any softness within her parted lips, I swallowed, consuming the sweet-salt of her and the faint mineral bite of the bath.
The world cinched tight to her pulse kicking under my thumb, the slick slide of our tongues, the wet drum of water rocking and splashing.
I eased into a cruel rhythm—barely there—just enough to make her chase, to make her rise after me, to make need lift in her throat like a whirlpool.
Circling.
Narrowing.
Inevitable.
Dragging her further under.
My grip at her nape tightened; my thumb heaved along the line of her pulse.
Mine.
Steam.
Breath.
Water on stone.
Her moans crashing like waves when I retreated, and then getting sharper when I returned.
She wanted to tame the beast, and that was fair.
She very well could.
I just wanted to remind her what a dragon does when invited into water—disrupt the tide, boil the ocean, and crown the woman with a roar.
My hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back so I could go deeper, taking her breath and giving her mine in return.
She made a low, needy sound in her throat, and I felt it vibrate straight to my cock, hard and aching between us.
Fuck yeah, Tora.
Every shift of her wet body against mine was slick friction, sensual fire, and a dangerous erotic promise neither of us could ever resist.
This wasn’t a kiss for the sake of kissing—it was possession. My teeth grazed her bottom lip, my tongue claiming the inside of her mouth until she whimpered, her nails dragging down my back like she wanted marks to remember this by.
More hotness rolled off us in waves.
The air ran thick with our lust and lavender.
Her taste further imprinted in my mouth to the point where I couldn’t be gentle. I began to fuck her mouth with my tongue. I had my huge, muscular arms around her daring my Tiger to try and escape.
Water lapped at us.
Our wet hands began to explore each other.
Somehow she managed to pull away. “Kenji—”
“I’m not Kenji. I’m your good little Dragon.”
She panted. “You are not being a good little Dragon right now.”
Those words slid under my skin like a blade. My pulse spiked, not in irritation, but in that heady, dangerous way a battlefield could flip when the enemy got too close.
I liked her challenging me, even if I’d never admit it out loud. It stirred something war-born in me, the part that needed to reclaim ground, to press forward until she was gasping my name in apology.
My lips curved against her. “I am being your good little Dragon.”
“You’re not.”
"Your pussy isn’t aching. Be grateful," I growled, my voice low enough to deliver the threat against her lips.
But inside, I was vibrating—half from the control I was clinging to, half from the need to ruin her pussy.
I wanted to see her shiver for me, to feel her walls shutter around my cock and know I was the reason.
She widened her eyes. “What did you say?”
"You fucking heard me."
“Hmmm.”
To my surprise, the look in her eyes was defiance and surrender. That shit lit a fuse in my chest, the kind that could burn cities if she kept staring at me like that.
“Careful, Tora.” I took another kiss, slower this time, thorough as a claim. I mapped her mouth, asked nothing, demanded everything; she answered with a needy little tremor that made the water shiver outward in rippling rings.
“Look at me,” I murmured against her mouth.
She did—eyes bright, pupils blown, pulse racing where I felt it under my thumb. Her breath hitched, just once, but it was enough. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed, lashes wet from the steam curling around us.
My calm Queen was there, but she was swept through with feverish hot lust too, the kind of temperature that turned steel to gold.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the other.
Next, I took her tongue with deranged hunger.
When I was done ravaging her, I growled, “The next time you come into my war room dressed that sexy. That blouse showing your bra. That skirt hugging your fat curvy ass. Those goddamned heels. I will put you on my desk and fuck you in front of all my men. Do you understand?”
“But. . .”
I sneered. “But?”
“What if I would like that? You fucking me in the war room with all your men watching.”
A dark groan left me.
She chuckled. “In fact. . .let’s pencil that in for tomorrow afternoon. You’ll fuck me on that desk, and I’ll smile at your men while you fill me with cum.”
Another dark groan left me, but it wasn’t just from her words—it was from the image they lit on fire in my head.
I saw her and me on my war room desk, papers scattered, maps curling at the edges from the heat of our bodies. My men lined up along the walls—every one of them with their hands locked behind their backs, jaws tight, eyes fixed forward like they’d been ordered to.
Not one allowed to touch themselves.
Not one allowed to make a sound of lust.
I’d make them bite their lips bloody before I let them groan from seeing her moaning in pleasure.
She would be riding my cock hard, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples dragging against my chest when I pulled her in to slam deeper. My big cock driving into her wet pussy over and over. That drenched heat gripping me so tight the world outside would cease to exist.
I’d watch her head tip back, watch her mouth open around my name, and I’d know every man in that room would take the image to their graves, cursing me and worshiping her in the same breath.
The thought made my pulse thunder in my ears.
In the bath, my grip on her hips tightened like I could pull that vision straight into the now.
“Mmm.” I ground my cock against her sliding it up and down her stomach, wanting to fuck her so bad.
The water rocked around us from the movement, sliding hot over my thighs, flushing between her legs, tracing the curve of her ass as if the bath itself wanted to claim her with me.
Moaning, I held her tighter, feeling the slick glide of her skin under my palms, the heat sinking deeper into my bones.
It felt so good that I did it again.
I ground my cock against her, dragging it up her stomach, letting the mushroomed, pierced tip smear pre-cum across her skin.
The sound of water lapping at the tub’s edge blurred into the rush in my ears.
“So you like the idea of my fucking you in front of my men?”
“You would bend me over that desk?”
“I would bend you. Spread you. Fuck you until the grain in the wood was pressed into your breasts. Until your nipples left an imprint on the surface. Your ass jiggling as my cock slammed into you.” My voice was raw.
“Every man in that room would have to stand still and silent while I made you scream.”
Her eyes darkened. “And you think I wouldn’t look at them while you were inside me?”
My breath caught. “Every man you looked at while I fucked you. . . I would take their eyes. So be mindful of that, Tora.”
“But what if I want to watch them watch me,” she murmured, rocking her hips so the front of her pussy caught the base of my cock.
I groaned, loving this dirty fantasy talk—this cute little, erotic hypothetical—because I knew that she was smart and understood deep within her core that this could never happen.
I would fucking kill everybody who saw her naked body and heard her delicious moans.
She licked her lips. “Be a good little Dragon and let your men see my breasts bouncing for you, see my wet pussy gripping your cock so hard you can hardly pull it out.”
“Fuck, Tora. . .” I could barely see straight.
Her fingers trailed up my neck and her nails grazed just enough to make my cock twitch. “However. . .”
I tried to kiss her.
She leaned away and dodged my mouth. “We should focus.”
“I am focused.”
“You are not. Don’t you want to see why there are leather cuffs anchored to the tub?”
My Tiger was smooth.
Too goddamn smooth.
I thought I had been in full control this whole time, but she still had my desire as her leash and she was currently tugging at it.
Did I want to see why there were cuffs? Yes. It made me crazy to not know the answer. And even more, I knew she wouldn’t tell me. She would hold it in and I wouldn’t even be able to draw the answer out with my cock.
Damn it!
I sneered at her. “Just tell me, Tora.”
“No.”
“That wasn’t a plea. That was a demand.”
“You can’t demand anything from a queen.”
I sneered again. “If I put those goddamn cuffs on, there better be pussy involved.”
“You’re being naughty.”
“Due to your little entrance into my war room, I have been unbearably hard for far too long. You did that yesterday with the fucking dinner and now you’ve done it again today with those heels and that skirt.” I glared at her, making sure she felt all my rage. “You will not do this again tomorrow.”
She gave me an innocent pout. “I promise to never tease you anymore.”
I frowned, knowing those words were bullshit.
“Now. . .be a good little Dragon. . .let me go. . .so I can put those handcuffs on your wrists.”
Fuck. . .what is she going to do to me?