Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
I moved over it.
Crawling stripped everything civilized from a man. It was why I was beginning to love it. Everything sophisticated about me had been a costume anyway.
On hands and knees, I was closer to the truth.
I was the beast.
And crawling to her was my whole body’s way of saying what my mouth could never hold steady:
Only you. Always and forever.
More pre-cum pearled at the tip of my cock and then fell onto the dark stone.
Candlelight rippled in the wet sheen on the floor, puddled in shallow hollows where droplets had fallen from the lip of the tub. The flames along the perimeter breathed in time with me—small, steady lungfuls of gold.
“Crawl. . .slower. . .” Nyomi’s words caressed the back of my neck. “Take your time.”
I obeyed.
I lowered my head and saw the world as a crawl demands.
Close.
Humbling.
Honest.
The black marble revealed hairline veins of gray I’d never noticed standing up. A single rose petal had skated across the tile, caught now at a seam. It trembled when my breath reached it.
Another step of the knee, and the petal drifted free. I tracked it the way a hunter tracks wind and then I focused on my left knee hitting the marble.
One.
Two.
Three.
I counted without meaning to, and for some reason that brought me peace.
Each time I eased my weight from right hand to left, from left knee to right, more relief filled my soul.
“Good little Dragon.”
I raised my eyes just enough to find her ankles now right next to the big tub, damp with a sheen of steam. The candlelight turned every droplet into a star that chose her skin as sky. She was still, hands at her sides, chin tilted down, gaze on me—cool, assessing, bright.
Below her, the cuffs waited.
Leather.
Black.
Anchored into the stone tub.
What are we going to do?
Fear and want both coated my tongue.
I let the taste sit there, bitter and sweet at once.
Another knee forward.
The left one found a warm patch where steam had settled heavier, and a slick heat kissed the skin below my kneecap. My palms pressed on, fingers spread, the pads of them finding tiny imperfections—a chip in the marble, a seam that rose at a ridge, a grain of gold lodged in the grout. Every small flaw became part of the journey.
“Head up,” she said.
I lifted my gaze. The world widened by inches: the low, wide expanse of the tub, the lavender mist, the glass wand laying to the side, catching candlelight.
My breathing picked up.
Her voice remained steady. “Keep coming.”
The tub grew close.
Time lost its edges. I couldn’t tell if I’d been on all fours for seconds or hours.
I crawled over my own reflection where water had spilled and glassed the floor. The man in the watery mirror looked like a ferocious creature half-formed by heat and shadow where every movement broke and remade him.
Knees.
Hands.
Knees.
Hands.
The rhythm was just as soothing as the movement.
My Queen spoke, “Stop there.”
I obliged. . .for now.
My cock wanted her badly.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my view.
Our eyes met.
In that connection, I saw the depths of her power and my submission. Her command was a living thing, binding me to her, pulling me closer. Her power was not an illusion, it was the very fabric of her being, and I was woven into it.
Even the fullness of her gaze reminded me of the first time I'd seen her, the way she'd anchored herself in my world without even knowing it.
She studied me. “How do you feel?”
“At peace and somewhat in a daze.”
“A daze?”
“I don’t know any other way to describe it.”
“Which is surprising because you are by far one of the most poetic men I know.”
“If you want poetry then come and sit on my cock.”
A soft chuckle left her. “You want some pussy, baby?”
A dark violent growl left me. For a second, I was close to jumping off the floor, grabbing her body, and slamming my cock into her.
“This afternoon, you’re going to learn something about water.” She formed her lips into a wicked smile. “About what it can do to a body that obeys.”
What the fuck?
All I could do was wonder if I was ready for what my Tiger had in store.
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.