38. Trapped by the Dragon #2
It was all a pattern of torture that left me gasping into his hand.
The ache spread deeper, soaking me, heat sliding down my thighs, shame mixing with the most feral kind of want I’d ever experienced in my life.
“I could make you come right now,” he whispered. “But that would be too merciful. And mercy isn’t what you deserve, naughty Tiger.”
His fingers teased the edge of my folds, and I thought I would break right there—my body begging, my soul trembling. But instead of giving me more, he let go of my pussy, moved away a little, and began yanking the robe away. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”
The fabric tore off my body in one savage motion.
I gasped into his palm as the robe slid down my arms and crumpled to the tile with a wet slap.
Steam kissed my bare skin, hotter now without that thin layer between us. Every inch of me gleamed under the mist, nipples diamond-hard, thighs slick with need and water.
Kenji didn’t give me a second to adjust. His palm never left my mouth—still commanding my breath, still silencing every word.
With his other hand, he shoved me forward, deeper into the shower.
Oh fuck .
The sudden spray of hot water crashed over us both. The force rattled my spine. I jerked against his hold. Heat sluiced down my body, mingling with sweat and my arousal.
He loudly groaned.
Low.
Guttural.
Feral.
It was the sound of a beast sinking into his element. The vibration rolled through his chest, pressed into my back, echoing in my bones.
Water poured down on us, soaking his tattoos, slicking our skin until his hold turned into a slippery cage of heat and muscle.
“Oh, Tora!” He ground his cock harder against my wet bare ass, hotter now, gliding with the spray.
My pussy ached in every possible way—sharp and dull, sweet and vicious, as if it had sprouted a will of its own.
Then my pussy fluttered.
What the fuck?!
It was a frantic, humiliating flutter, a broken-winged bird thrashing in its cage. Desperate. Starved. My pussy moved like it was calling to Kenji, begging for his cock, clawing for his attention with every shameful pulse.
My pussy fucking betrayed me.
God, it was wrong—so fucking wrong—that he could reduce me to this. My pussy had never belonged to another man, not truly, not like this. And now it beat for him, answered to him, obeyed him like his obedient servant.
No man should have that kind of power over a woman’s pussy.
No man should be able to bend a woman’s body into submission so absolute that her pussy wept, spasmed, fluttered —all without her permission.
Holy shit.
The horror of it nearly made me shriek, nearly tore a scream from my quivering throat. It wasn’t fair. I wanted to fight, to wrench away, to run away from him.
Because if he could do this to my pussy, what unspeakable ruin could he carve into my heart?
Into my mind?
Into the very bones of me?
Even more. . .what would be the point of running?
My pussy already knew there would be no escape. It had already surrendered, spasming around emptiness, aching with filthy pleading.
Even if I fled, even if I fought, he’d catch me. He’d drag me back into his arms, into his hunger. And when he did, he wouldn’t just fuck my pussy until it forgot the meaning of freedom—he’d devour every last part of me.
Heart.
Mind.
Soul.
“Fuck, Tora. . .” His voice was a growl against my ear, his palm still sealing me silent. “Soaked. Naked. Trapped. Just the way I want you. So perfect. Good little Tiger.”
Ohh!
Water ran down my face, my breasts, my stomach. His fingers slid lower, spreading me open under the stream.
Every nerve screamed.
Every drop baptized me in lust.
He played with my pussy, teasing and toying.
I rocked my hips.
“That’s it. My naughty Tiger, rub that pussy all over my fingers.”
Ohhh.
“Break for me.” He rubbed my clit, stroking it harder now, faster, until the coil inside me tightened, wound, begged to snap.
I shook in his hold, so close to unraveling I could taste it on my tongue.
“Do you even understand, Tora?” His voice wrapped around me and it was silk laced with barbed wire.
“I own safes full of fucking gold, million-dollar corporate towers of steel. I have fleets of men who would die for me. I have even more islands. Yachts. Private jets. But none of that shit compares to this, to the fortune of your pussy. To the treasure of your heart. You are my most expensive sin.”
He slowed his caresses to my clit until I thought I would die from shuddering in ecstasy. Each circle around my clit stretched eternity thinner, slower, tighter time itself snapped inside me.
Then, with cruel suddenness, he stopped altogether.
W-what?
My body convulsed, the promise of climax ripped away so violently it left me shaking in despair.
No! Please! God! No!
He pulled his hand away, leaving me gasping, empty, throbbing. His palm pressed harder against my mouth, silencing my sobs of frustration.
“No, Tora. Not yet. You’ll come when I decide.
When I’ve wrung every ounce of obedience out of you.
” He ground his cock against me, heavy and hot, the metal of his piercing rubbing along the curve of my ass.
“You’ll take my punishment first. And when you’re broken, when you’re begging, when your pussy is so desperate it doesn’t know the difference between pain and pleasure. . .”
His lips brushed my ear, and his voice grew low and lethal. “. . .that’s when I’ll let you come.”
And then to my utter shock, he lowered his mouth to the curve of my neck, where it met shoulder, and he bit down hard.
AHHHH!!!