Chapter 21 Topping from the Bottom
Chapter twenty-one
Topping from the Bottom
Kenji
Nyomi stood at the side table with Hiroko, learning the instruments and practicing her technique.
And all I could do was think about how I would fuck her.
The stone was cold beneath my back. It pressed against my shoulder blades, my spine, and the base of my skull.
The leather restraints held my wrists above my head.
Snug.
Firm.
Every time I flexed, they answered, pulling taut and refusing to give.
My ankles were locked the same way.
Spread.
Pinned.
Open.
The air moved across my bare chest. Warmth from the candles made heat gather in the hollows of my body—the dip of my collarbone, the grooves between my abs, the crease where my thighs met my hips.
And I was hard.
Had been since my Tiger walked in.
The leather shorts’ fabric strained against my cock—tight, almost painful, each heartbeat pushing me harder against the leather. The mushroomed head pressed thick against the waistband.
Swollen.
Leaking.
A damp spot spread where the tip met fabric.
Every breath I took shifted my hips against the stone, and the friction sent a low, heavy pulse through my shaft that made my stomach clench.
I couldn't adjust.
Couldn't reach down and grip myself.
Couldn't do a damn thing but lie here and ache.
The restraints made sure of that.
Hiroko finished her instruction and Nyomi nodded.
My gaze went to those leather panties and how the straps sat high on her hips.
That’s the first thing I’m ripping off.
She was fucking lethal. The curve of her waist. The flare of her hips. When she shifted her weight, the leather pulled tight across her ass—round, full, perfect.
It was the kind of ass that made men start wars. The kind of ass I wanted to grip while I buried my cock inside her.
Next, she bent over to pick up a fire wand.
I nearly groaned as I lifted my head up from the slab to get a better view.
The leather stretched across her ass cheeks. I could see the outline of her—every curve, every dip. I wondered how wet she was. If she was dripping already, arousal pooling between her thighs while she learned to wield fire.
I thought about sliding my cock deep into her pussy from behind, feeling her wet walls grip me, hearing her moan my name while I fucked her senseless.
But first I'd drop to my knees behind her. Spread her open with both hands. Bury my face between her ass cheeks and lick her from clit to crack until her legs gave out.
Bite the flesh of her left cheek.
Then the right.
Hard.
Deep.
Leave my teeth imprinted in her brown skin like a signature. I needed to see my handprint on that ass too. Yearned to spank her until she was red and dripping and begging me to stop. And then I wouldn't.
Goddamn it. Get over here.
Soon it was time for her to test the flame over her own arm.
God yes.
She had no idea what she looked like with that fire wand in her hand.
Her brown skin glowing gold.
That leather top clinging to her breasts—pushed up, full, the tops of them almost spilling over the edge every time she breathed.
I could see the shape of her nipples pressing against the leather.
Hard.
Pointed.
Begging to be freed.
I wanted to rip that top off with my teeth.
Wanted to watch her breasts fall heavy into my hands.
Wanted to close my mouth around one dark nipple and suck until she moaned my name.
Then bite.
Not gentle.
But, hard enough to make her gasp.
Hard enough to leave my bloodied mark in a ring of teeth around that soft, perfect flesh.
I wanted her to see that bite in the mirror the next morning. Wanted her to trace the bruise with her fingers and remember exactly who put it there.
Anyone else who ever looked at her chest would see my teeth. My claim. Bitten into her skin like a seal pressed into hot wax.
And then of course I would kill them because. . .no one could ever see that part of my Tiger again.
She tested the flame again on her arm, and I groaned.
She looked at me. “Naughty Dragon.”
“Come burn me, Tora.” So desperate for her pussy, I licked my lips and curled my fingers into fists.
I yearned to tear the leather from her hips.
Shred it.
Leave her in nothing but candlelight and the wetness I already knew was dripping down her thighs.
And then she began to test the flame on her arm over and over again.
Fuck me. Get over here. Right. Now.
Each time the flame touched her arm, my cock jumped. A hard, involuntary twitch against the leather that I couldn't hide and didn't want to.
Each time she gasped from the hot contact, heat flooded my cock—thick, liquid, devastating. My balls tightened. My abs locked. The muscles in my thighs trembled from holding still.
I’m going to fucking explode.
I gritted my teeth as my head spun into delirium.
She parted her lips and stared at the flames dancing on the wand’s tip.
Hmmm. Power. She is truly discovering it.
I could see it building in her posture. In the way her chin lifted. In the way her thighs pressed together after each pass of the flame.
She was also getting wet.
I knew it the way I knew my own body.
The flame wasn't just teaching her control—it was turning her on. Each pass across her skin was stoking that pussy between her thighs.
Even more, she was trying to hide it.
No, Tora. Pressing those thighs together won’t stop the ache. Only my cock will.
I wanted to drag her onto this slab. Onto me. Craved the feeling of her thighs split open over my hips, her hands bracing on my chest, her wet, warm pussy sinking down onto my cock inch by inch while I was pinned here and couldn't grab her.
Couldn't thrust.
Could only lie here and feel her take me at whatever pace she chose.
The restraints bit into my wrists. I'd been pulling without realizing it.
My whole body had gone rigid on the stone—back arched, abs locked, cock straining so hard against the leather that the pressure was almost unbearable.
Fuck. Calm down.
I forced myself to breathe.
Forced my spine flat.
Forced my fists to unclench.
She looked at me.
“Burn me, Tora. I am not afraid.”
I wanted to be inside her so badly my vision blurred.
This was insane because I'd had so many women in my life.
Through my teen years, when I was young, reckless, and hungry for everything the world could offer.
Through my time as a rising football star, when women threw themselves at me after every match, desperate to touch greatness and be chosen.
And then as the Dragon—when power became its own aphrodisiac, when women came to me not for my body, but for what I represented.
Safety.
Danger.
The thrill of belonging to someone bigger than themselves.
So many faces.
There was one who whispered my name over and over while I was fucking her like if she said my name enough, it would make me hers. Afterwards, she cried when I told her to get dressed. Stood in my doorway with mascara running down her cheeks and her shoes in her hand, asking what she did wrong.
But, she'd done nothing wrong.
I just never felt anything when it came to women.
Reo had been forced to escort her out of the hotel room.
Another showed up at my gates three nights in a row. The first night, my guards turned her away. The second night, she climbed the wall.
Somehow the third night, she made it inside the compound and all the way to my bedroom door before Reo caught her by the arm and dragged her out.
She screamed my name down the hall, clawing at his hands.
Kicking.
Begging.
Two Fangs had to help him get her into the car. I listened from my bed and didn't feel a thing.
There were others, but they blurred.
All of them.
Only a gallery of skin, sound, and desperate desire that never once touched me where it mattered.
Now. . .
This woman—my Tiger, my Tora—had erased them all from my memory.
Now they were even more faceless.
Nameless.
Ghosts of a life I no longer recognized as my own.
There was only her.
Maybe. . .there had only ever been her. I just hadn't known it until she walked into my world and set it on fire.
Tonight, I would let her do it literally.
I was ready to die for her if I had to.
Ready to burn.
Ready to let the flames consume me if that's what she needed to see. If that's what it took for her to understand the depth of what I felt.
My Roar didn't know about our fire play session this evening. If Reo did, he might have tried to talk me out of it, reminding me of my responsibilities, my empire, and the war we were fighting.
Reo would tell me this was reckless.
Dangerous.
Stupid.
And of course, he would be right.
But I didn't care.
Currently, Reo was drugged and sleeping off broken ribs in his bedroom. According to Kaoru, he’d eaten damned near all of my Tiger’s samples, so his belly was surely full.
He would learn about what happened in the morning and be in a bad mood.
I’ll deal with that later.
For now, the Fangs were outside, guarding the tea house. All they knew was that I was inside with Hiroko and Nyomi. They didn't know I had asked to be burned.
Only the three men in the room knew. The ones with the fire extinguishers. Hiroko's trusted assistants, bound by loyalty and discretion. They would never speak of what they witnessed here.
This was private.
Sacred.
My surrender, witnessed by few.
I put my focus back on her.
She was still over there.
I groaned.
I can take the fire. What I can't take is her being this far away from me.
Then finally. . .slowly. . .she headed toward me, holding the lit fire wand in her hand. Those breasts bounced in that red leather. “Okay naughty Dragon. Let’s go.”
A dark groan left me. “Finally.”
“Finally?”
“I wasn’t sure how long you were going to stand over there and play with that fire.”
“Patience, Dragon.”
“Fuck patience. Come play with my cock.”
“First, I have to burn you.”
Hot lust clawed through my body. "Then burn me. But when the flames die, I'm going to pin you to this stone and fuck you until your pussy is so full of my cum it drips down your thighs for days. Until your soul leaves your body and I fuck it back in."