Dragon [Fuck Me ]

 

Fuck Me

Kenji

 

I floated in subspace with my blood racing and my heart pounding. Every nerve ending in my body was singing, shimmering, and begging for more.

She’d unlocked a soothing erotic peace within my soul that I could never close, narrowing the world to sensation and continuing to soften time.

The air itself seemed to lean in.

I wasn’t thinking about what came next so much as what already was—the echo of the flames, the afterglow of my complete trust in her, the strange intimacy of being seen as a man without armor of power.

My body remembered things my mind had forgotten in my years as the Dragon—how to listen, how to open, how to be guided without being diminished.

Love, I realized during this euphoric space, wasn’t the absence of control. It was the choice to place it gently in another’s hands.

There was a deeper word for what I was feeling too. It was the state the samurai trained their entire lives to achieve—the emptying of ego, fear, and conscious thought so the body could act from pure instinct.

Zen masters called it Mushin.

無心.

No-mind.

The highest state a warrior could reach. The place where the self-dissolved and only presence remained.

I'd spent years trying to find it through violence, through control, through being the Dragon. Through running an empire that stretched across three continents and making decisions that ended lives before breakfast.

But, my Tiger with a fire wand put me there in minutes.

I reached the warrior's ultimate state through surrender.

Slowly, Nyomi came closer and moved her hands to the straps of her top.

“Mmmm.”

She grinned.

“Take it off, Tora.”

“Say please, Dragon.”

“Please.” I licked my lips. “I’ll give you anything.”

She obeyed, yet the motion was unhurried. There was grace in the way she moved, a confidence that didn’t ask permission yet offered reassurance all the same.

And as the moment deepened, I felt it clearly. . .that the most intoxicating thing between us wasn’t what would be revealed, but the shared knowing that we were already there together.

"Tora." My voice came out wrecked and ruined. "Let me go."

She didn't answer.

Her fingers found the first buckle on her top and worked it open.

"Let me go." I pulled against the restraints. "Take off the restraints."

"No."

“Please.”

“No.”

Through my horny daze, I sneered.

"I'm still in control, Dragon." The second buckle came undone and the leather loosened across her chest.

“Fuck yeah.” I yanked at the leather. It bit into my wrists and held firm. I wasn't going anywhere. "I'm about to fucking break through—"

"Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. But I’m definitely going to have my fun at my pace either way."

A growl rolled out of my chest.

Low.

Dangerous.

The sound of a predator who had been caged too long.

She smiled. “And there he is.”

I raised my eyebrows.

She lifted her view behind me. “Your dragon-shadow.”

I widened my eyes and for some reason. . .her seeing him calmed me. “He’s here?”

“Yes. Roaring at me.”

“You should listen to him.”

“I should, but I won’t.” The third buckle released and the top completely fell away from her body and dropped to the floor.

“Yes, Tora.”

Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, her dark nipples hard and pointing at me.

"Tora, bring those pretty titties to my mouth. Right now." I strained forward. "Let me suck on those nipples. Let me bite them until you scream my name."

“No.”

I sneered and wrenched at the restraints. “You should be afraid.”

“But I’m not.”

“The more you torture me like this the more—”

“You will wait for this pussy. You will beg.”

I tensed.

“But you will not threaten me or I will leave you right here, and you’ll have to run around the island searching for me.”

The image hit me before I could stop it.

Her walking out of the tea house.

The door sliding shut. Her bare feet on the stone path, disappearing into the dark with that wicked smile still on her face.

And me.

Tearing through the leather restraints like paper. Ripping them off my wrists and ankles, launching off the slab, and bursting through the tea house door with my cock still hard, still leaking, still straining through what was left of the torn shorts.

I'd sprint across the compound in the moonlight, if necessary.

Barefoot.

Bare-chested.

My cock swinging like a war flag.

The Fangs outside the tea house would see me first. Grown men, trained killers, loyal soldiers who had watched me execute rivals without blinking—and they would freeze.

Mouths open.

Eyes wide.

Guns lowering because what exactly do you do when the Dragon runs past you at full speed with an erection that could cut glass?

Reo would hear about it within minutes. Someone would wake him. He'd sit up in bed, broken ribs and all, drugged and groggy, and one of the Fangs would radio in: "Sir, the Dragon is. . .running."

"Running where?"

"Everywhere, sir and he is. . .partially clothed?"

Reo would wish the painkillers would put him under faster so he would have the excuse to not deal with me.

Word would spread across the island by morning. The kitchen staff would whisper about it over breakfast. The gardeners would pretend they didn't see anything. By noon, every person on the island would know that the Dragon had lost his mind chasing his Tiger through the dark with his cock out.

And still. . .

I would do it.

That was the terrifying part.

I would absolutely do it.

I looked at her and frowned. "I'll behave."

“Good.” Her hands moved to her hips. To the leather panties that hugged her curves. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and started to slide them down. “Good dragons get pussy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.”

Inch by inch, she revealed the smooth skin of her lower belly, the curve of her hips, and that sexy pussy.

I almost stopped breathing.

There it was making me crazy like I hadn’t seen it before.

Bare.

Glistening.

Wet.

She was dripping for me.

I could see the slick shine of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

She wanted this as badly as I did. She was just better at hiding it. The panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

And there she stood.

Naked.

Powerful.

Candlelight painting her brown skin.

"Tora, you're so fucking wet." I licked my lips. "I can see it running down your thighs. Come sit that dripping wet pussy on my face. Let me lick you clean."

“Are you thirsty, little Dragon?”

“Very thirsty. Come sit on the Dragon’s face.”

“Hmmm.” She moved toward me. “But I have other plans.”

“Other plans?”

When she got to me, she reached down, gripped the silk that covered my hips, and pulled it away in one smooth motion.

I groaned.

My cock had completely destroyed what remained of the shorts. The fabric had split down the middle, torn apart by the sheer size of my erection. I was fully exposed now—thick, hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip in a steady stream that pooled on my stomach.

She looked at it. "Naughty Dragon."

“Very fucking naughty for you, Tora.”

"You ruined your shorts."

“I did. Help me clean the mess with your tongue.”

“It may be too messy for just my tongue alone.” She tsked and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?"

“Loosen these restraints so I can drag you to your knees by your throat, bend you over this slab until your spine arches, and fuck you so deep you feel me in your soul."

“That sounds painful.”

“Pain is pleasure.”

She turned her back to me, walked to the side table, and searched through the few instruments that the assistants left on the table until she found what she was looking for.

A knife. It was small and sharp. The kind used for cutting rope or fabric.

She brought it back to the slab and held it up so I could see the blade glint in the candlelight. "Let's get these shorts off you properly."

All I could do was grunt.

She leaned over me, and her breasts swayed above my chest—close enough to touch if my hands were free. Close enough that I could see the weight of them, the dark areolas, the hard nipples pointing down at my chest like an invitation I couldn't accept.

"Tora, your tits are right there." My voice cracked. "Please. . .drop them in my mouth. Just one. Give me one and I'll be good."

“You’ll be good regardless.” She slipped the knife under what remained of my shorts and cut slowly. One side first, the blade slid through the fabric with a soft snick.

Then the other side where she took her time.

The ruined shorts fell away.

My cock sprang free completely—hard, thick, curving up toward my stomach. Pre-cum pooled at the tip and ran down the shaft in thin rivulets.

She stared at it for a long moment and her lips parted. “I never thought cocks were beautiful until I first saw yours.”

She ran a single finger up the length of it, tracing the vein that pulsed under the skin, the piercing, and sparking a jolt of pleasure so intense I could barely breathe.

Her touch was light, teasing. A soft brush of skin on skin that set my nerves on fire.

“Tora. . .” My voice twisted with need. “P-please.”

Sweat trickled down my chest, and every muscle in my body strained against the restraints.

She ignored my plea. Her attention was focused entirely on my cock. Fascination gleamed in her eyes.

Then she climbed onto the slab and straddled my thighs. Her wet pussy hovered inches above my cock, her arousal dripped down onto the shaft. "I'm going to ride."

My body ached as I groaned.

"I'm going to sink down on your cock slow. Take every inch until you're so deep inside me you can feel my heartbeat through your shaft." She rolled her hips and her wet folds grazed the head of my cock.

“Oh fuck, Tora. Stop torturing me.”

“How am I torturing you, baby?”

I yanked at the restraints, but they were doing a good job of keeping me there.

“What do you want, Kenji?”

I sneered. “You know what the fuck I want.”

“Do I?”

“Do you know how dangerous this is? Don’t forget who the fuck I am, Tora?”

“Aww. You’re the big, bad Dragon. You run Japan.”

“I run Asia.”

“Talk that shit.”

“Take off the restraints.”

"No.”

“Tora, I will call for my Fangs.”

She chuckled. “Not the big, bad fire breathing Dragon begging his Fangs to free him.”

I sneered some more.

“You’re going to stay in those restraints and feel me bounce on your cock until your eyes roll back and your legs shake and you forget every woman who ever touched you before me."

My mouth went dry. “I’ve been forgot them. As far as I’m concerned, there was no woman before you.”

"Good. Then, I'm going to ride you so hard that every time you sit on your throne, every time you stand in front of your men, every time you give an order—you'll feel my wet pussy wrapped around your cock.”

Stunned, I stared at her.

My chest heaved.

My cock throbbed so hard against her wet folds that I could feel my own pulse hammering between us.

She tilted her head. "Nothing to say, Dragon?"

I swallowed. “I’ve got lots to say.”

“And what is that?”

“There are levels to this power.”

“Levels?”

"You fucking owned me with your fire. You burned my skin and I thanked you for it. You made me whimper and I didn't care who heard. You made me beg and I meant every word." I held her gaze. "You cannot then own me with your pussy too. It is my turn."

She raised an eyebrow. "Your turn?"

"When these restraints come off— and they will come off—I am going to show you what the Dragon does when he's been caged, burned, and denied for too long.”

“No.”

I frowned. “Careful. I’m already biting you.”

“Yeah. About that.” And then she did something even crazier that shocked the fuck out of me.

Tora?!