35. Milk on Her Tongue
Chapter thirty-five
Milk on Her Tongue
Kenji
“Tora?” The water surged around me, warm currents sliding along my waist and thighs. I felt her—her shoulder brushing my hip, her palm firm at my ankle, the precise slide of fingers working the buckle there.
What is she doing now?
I couldn’t tell if she was freeing me…or setting me up for something worse. The not-knowing burned hotter than the need in my cock.
Soon, one ankle went free, and then the other.
O-kay. She’s letting me go?
My legs floated apart in the weightless pull of the water, a slow, decadent drift that felt obscene after being locked still for so long.
Movement itself was rebellion.
My knees bent.
My toes flexed.
The shift punched straight to my cock—blood flooding down so fast it made me dizzy. The base thickened, heavy and urgent, bobbing against my thigh in the heated water. A hot, unrelenting throb built under the pierced head, sharp enough to make my jaw lock.
My cock jerked like it had just been uncaged, straining toward her, skin pulled tight, veins standing out in ridges.
The current toyed with me—slick heat curling over the head, slipping down the shaft, swirling warm around my balls like it knew exactly where I was weakest. Every inch of me begged for my Tiger—her mouth sealing over my cock, her fist milking me, her pussy taking me so deep I forgot my own name.
Pre-cum gathered at the slit, thick and glossy, refusing to fall. Under the water, it bubbled and then swelled, shivering, clinging to my cock as if it didn’t want to let go.
I lowered my head to look down at the pre-cum, making the water cover my mouth and sway near my nose. The white swollen bubble uncoiled into one long, white thread and remained at the tip.
I’m so fucking horny.
I moved my view to find my Tiger, since she hadn’t surfaced right away. Instead, she had lingered near my freed ankles, studying them and probably checking for any damage.
Tora, I already told you. . .it will take a lot to bruise me.
Under the water, her hair was a black curly halo. She looked like some mythical sea creature deciding if I was worth drowning or keeping.
A mermaid sculpted from the dark.
Beautiful.
Deadly.
Her gaze slid upward through the water and went to my cock.
Do you see the damage you have caused?
The white thread I’d spilled curled lazily between us, swaying like a tether.
Her lips parted.
She rose with the slow grace of a huntress surfacing from the deep. In seconds, her face got close to my cock and right next to the thread of pre-cum.
And then to my shock. . .she swept her tongue out and caught that twisting, twirling white milky line and swiping my cock in the process.
TORA!!
The dark, deep sound that ripped from my chest was more growl than groan.
More madness than horniness.
The beast was waking up. My whole body shook against the cuffs. I fought to lunge forward. “Suck me off. Please, Tora. Please.”
Gathering that whole thread of pre-cum into her mouth, she rose up to the surface with a splash. Water streamed down her face and her shoulders. Droplets decorated her eyes, lips, and breasts.
All I could do was stare at her like a mad man.
Next, she opened her mouth wide, and I swear the world stopped to watch.
Water spilled from her lips first—clear streams trailing over the curve of her bottom lip before falling into the bath like she was bleeding the ocean from her mouth.
Then I saw it. . .as her mouth opened wider. . .
The white on her pink tongue.
My pre-cum clinging.
Thick.
Glistening.
Not washed away by the water but standing out against it.
Sin that refused to be cleansed.
So fucking naughty, she stuck her tongue out and let it rest there for me to see, her tongue curling ever so slightly so the liquid pearls of my pre-cum rolled a little forward, threatening to spill, but not just yet.
God damn it.
My chest tightened hard enough to ache.
Blood tore through my veins, rushing south so fast my cock throbbed violently. My balls drew tight and were close to exploding.
I was seconds from snapping the cuffs just to drag her under me and cover her face with more cum. “Tora. . .get over here right. Fucking. Now.”
She tilted her head just enough for the water to shift, the motion slow, taunting. The milkiness on her tongue swelled with the movement, sliding toward the edge of her lips.
I froze.
Full of madness.
Desperate.
Demented.
And then it broke.
Dearrr Godddd. . .
The thick white line eased over her bottom lip, falling in a slow arc toward her chin. Another drop followed, escaping the corner of her mouth, tracking over the curve of her cheek.
I growled so loud I knew the whole island heard me.
The urge to mark her again, to flood her mouth with my cum until she had no choice but to swallow or wear it, had me rocking my hips in the water like an animal in heat.
I just fucked the water.
My cock bobbed with the movements.
The ripples slapped against my thighs, but there was no relief, only the burn of needing her, of seeing my release gleam on her lips and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.
The act owned me.
“Oh, Tora. Come here.” My hips rocked in the water, fucking nothing, desperate to find friction in the heated ripples.
The ache was maddening.
The pleasure withheld so sharply it carved a line down my spine.
“Tora, please!”
She closed her mouth and swallowed whatever was left on her tongue.
“You naughty, nasty little fucking Tiger, when I get ahold of you—”
“You won’t—”
“I will—”
“You’re bound—”
“You’ll see. When I get free I’m going to shove every hard, aching inch into you—”
“Only if I allow it.”
I growled at her.
She backed away. “I’ll be right back.”
I blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?!”
She headed away. “I need to check something first. For us. For safety.”
“The fuck you mean, right back ? No! Now! We’re doing this now!”
I didn’t care about safety. I cared about the ache so deep in my cock I could feel it in my teeth. “We’re safe! Goddamn it! Come here!”
With her back to me, she trudged through the water getting to the other side of the tub and far away. “I have a team outside this door. Hiroko. Two nurses. And two men. They’re here to lift you out if anything goes wrong. But I want to see if—”
“Fuck them! You don’t need to check anything!” I tugged at the cuffs. The leather held, wet and stubborn. “Come back!”
“No.” She reached for the edge of the tub. “I want to be sure.”
I yanked harder at the cuffs, triggering loud clinks. “Tora—”
“Stop.” She looked over her shoulder. “Calm down. You’ll hurt your wrists.”
Delirious, I laughed. “You think I give a fuck about my wrists right now?”
“Relax, Kenji. You’re doing too much.”
Then she climbed out.
The world slowed.
Droplets ran down the line of her thighs. The soft give of her full, fat ass shifted as she stepped over the lip. The muscle in the back of her leg tightened before releasing into that graceful, feline extension.
Her pussy from the back was a masterpiece in motion.
Oh my God.
That brown skin gleamed.
I watched one bead fall from the curve of her fat ass and trail down her leg.
Fuckkk. . .
My teeth ground together so hard it echoed in my skull.
“I’ll be fast. Trust me.” She quickly crossed to where her robe was, picked it up, and put it on.
My voice was hoarse. “You’re killing me.”
“That’s not my plan.” Tying the belt around the robe, she glanced back over her shoulder. “Not yet.”
Then she walked out of the bathroom.
Just like that.
The door closed behind her.
I widened my eyes at her audacity.
No one left the Dragon, naked in a fucking tub, cock hard and full of cum, mouth begging like a goddamn slave.
No. One.
“Oh, Tora.” I flexed my wrists and tugged, feeling the leather strain. “Leaving me alone. . .that was your first mistake.”
The corner of my mouth curled.
I rolled my shoulders, yanked and tested the restraints some more.
The cuffs were solid, good leather, and reinforced. Whoever had chosen them, they did so for durability. But leather had memory too, and I’d already begun to stretch it.
Hmmm.
I twisted one wrist, testing the give some more.
It bit back.
The edges dug into my flesh.
The Dragon inside me stirred, angry and horny. The beast rose to the surface. Not the one that bowed to her in the water, but the one that always demanded its own hunger and loved to bare his teeth.
We’ll see, Tora. We’ll see.