Chapter 18 #2
“Okay.”
“But then. . .she started waking up with cuts on her body.”
“Cuts?”
“Small ones. Sores she didn't remember getting." Hiroko's gaze stayed fixed ahead, watching the path. "She thought she was scratching herself in her sleep. Or that something was wrong with her skin."
The golf cart's hum was the only sound.
"This went on for over a year. She had no idea what was happening."
I tensed.
"Until one morning, her assistant came to wake her for an appointment." Hiroko paused.
The silence stretched.
I held out my hands. “What happened?”
"The assistant found the doctor in the bed with her."
My body went cold.
"And. . .the dominatrix was half-eaten.”
“What the fuck?”
“He was sitting over her body with a fork and knife, still cutting pieces from her flesh. Fully lost. Fully consumed. Didn’t even know the assistant had walked in."
"What the hell, Hiroko? What kind of story is that?"
"He had been drugging her. He was a doctor, after all.
He knew exactly what to give her to put her into a deeper sleep.
One where she wouldn't wake no matter what he did to her.
" Hiroko turned to face me fully. "And then he would take what he wanted.
Piece by piece. For months. Nibble on her slowly. "
I grabbed my stomach feeling sick. "That's insane. Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm not saying Kenji will go that far."
“He damn sure will not go that far—”
"I'm just saying be mindful."
"Mindful of what?" I stared at her. "Getting eaten up one day by the Dragon?"
Even as I said it, my mind flashed to Kenji’s teeth in my neck as he fucked me that one time. The sound he made— not a groan. It had been much deeper.
Guttural.
Starving.
How his tongue lapped at the blood like he couldn't get enough. How he bit down harder every time he thrust deeper— like the two acts were connected. Like he couldn't do one without the other.
His cock stretching my pussy wide while his teeth tore into my skin.
Filling me and consuming me at the same time.
And how I let him.
How I moaned when he broke skin. How my walls clenched around his cock so tight he cursed against the wound.
How the wetness between my legs dripped down my thighs because the pain and the pleasure became the same thing and my body couldn't tell the difference anymore.
How I grabbed his hair and held his mouth to the wound because I didn't want him to stop.
Not the biting.
Not the fucking.
None of it.
Hiroko was warning me about a monster eating me up.
But my body remembered every single bite and wanted the next one.
Hiroko watched me and then shook her head as if she knew exactly what was going on in my head. "Nyomi.”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Will the Dragon eat you if you let him. Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
“I like the biting.”
“Clearly.” Hiroko gestured. “I can see that.”
“Like you said. . .it’s edge play. There’s no harm in that.”
“He’s breaking the skin. How much further will he take it? And with your being. . .pleasured from that. . .how much will you let him?”
I let out a long breath.
“In fact. . .” Hiroko reached into her leather kimono and pulled out her phone. “After telling that story. . .I’m thinking we should be careful tonight. Those bites. . .there’s an. . .”
“What?”
“An intensity." She dialed.
I watched.
Who is she calling?
The person must have picked up because then, she spoke, "Kenji."
I raised my eyebrows.
Her voice was very careful in tone. "I believe we should postpone tonight."
Oh shit.
Silence.
Of course. I couldn't hear his response.
Hiroko sighed. "I understand, Kenji, but I really think—"
More silence.
Hiroko's face shifted. She'd definitely been cut off. "Kenji—"
Nothing.
“Kenji? Kenji?” She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. “Well. . .he hung up.”
I blinked.
Hiroko was quiet for a long moment and stared at the phone for another second. After another minute, she straightened her spine, smoothed the front of her leather kimono, and slipped it away.
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.
She caught it anyway. "Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face said plenty." She shook her head. "I guess we're still doing this."
“And what are we doing exactly?”
“You will see.”
“You’re nervous about us doing it, so maybe you should tell me.”
“I can’t. He wants you surprised in the moment.”
The golf cart slowed to a stop.
A structure emerged from the trees. Smaller than I expected.
Traditional Japanese architecture—dark wood, sloped roof, paper screens glowing warm from the inside.
A stone path led to the entrance, lined with lanterns that cast soft gold circles on the ground.
Somewhere nearby, water trickled. A fountain or a stream.
It looked peaceful. Innocent even.
But I was learning that nothing on this island was as innocent as it looked.
"Where is this, Hiroko?"
"This is the villa Kenji assigned me.”
“Nice.”
“It is." Hiroko stepped out of the cart. “A lot of the gear I'm going to put you in is here. And then we'll go to the next location."
"What's the next location?"
"The Dragon doesn't want you to know until you arrive."
I did my best to hide my annoyance.
What the hell do you have planned, Kenji? And why does the not knowing make my pulse race like this?