Dragon__Topping from the Bottom

 

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 printed 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'm 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 damn 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."

She stopped walking my way and widened her eyes. “That’s bold for someone in restraints to say to the person holding fire.”

"Every second you hold that flame is a second I'm counting. And when these restraints come off, Tora, I'm collecting every single one with my cock."

“What if I don’t ever let you out of those restraints?”

“You and I know I could get out of them if I chose.”

“I doubt it.”

"You're wet. I can smell your sweet pussy from here."

She bit her lip.

And I could.

Her arousal hit me the second she stepped closer. Warm. Musky. Sweet underneath. My mouth watered. My tongue pressed hard against the back of my teeth. My nostrils flared and I breathed her in like I was trying to pull her inside my lungs.

I was hunting her from this slab. Tracking her scent like an animal chained to the ground, straining toward prey it couldn't reach.

My jaw ached. I wanted to eat her alive. "Come closer.”

“Why?”

“I need to feel the heat before it touches me."

Hiroko cleared her throat.

I frowned.

Nyomi looked at her.

Hiroko frowned. “Take control. He’s dominating you from the bottom. Remind him who’s in charge.”

“Yes, Tora.” My wrists strained against the leather. “Come over here and remind me.”

And just like that, any hint of fear drained out of her eyes. Along with any hesitation or sweetness.

What replaced it made my cock throb.

She straightened her spine.

Rolled her shoulders back.

Lifted her chin.

And then my Tiger smiled.

A slow, wicked curve of her lips. The smile of a woman who had just remembered she was holding fire and the man beneath her couldn't move.

She turned back to the slab and headed over, and each step was slow with her hips rolling and thighs flexing beneath the leather straps.

I groaned. “Naughty Tiger.”

The fire wand hung low at her side, its flame painting her brown skin in shifting gold. Her eyes never left mine.

Fuck yeah.

She was no longer my Heart. She was a predator approaching a meal she'd already caught.

Hiroko followed a few steps behind with her hands clasped. The frown was gone. In its place—pride.

A minute later, my Tiger stopped at the edge of the slab.

She didn't look at my face.

She looked at my cock and took her time with it, letting her gaze drag over the swollen ridge straining against the waistband and the twitch I couldn't stop.

“Tora. . .”

She looked at me.

“Do you see my shadowed dragon now?”

“I don’t.”

“Interesting.”

“Perhaps, he’s afraid of the fire.”

“No, Tora. Never that.”

She brought the fire wand up and held it between us.

The flame danced inches from my chest, close enough for the heat to lick across my skin without touching.

My breath caught.

Oh shit.

She watched me. "Let me explain how this is going to work."

Mmmm.

"From now on, you don't speak unless I ask you a question.”

I grunted.

“You don't move unless I tell you to move.”

Oh I can’t wait to tear up your pussy tonight.

“And if you try to dominate me from that slab one more time. . ." She tilted the wand.

The flame dipped closer, and heat almost kissed my sternum.

Oh fuck. Touch me with it. Please.

I strained against the leather.

She raised the wand out of my reach. "If you do that, I will put this flame out, walk out of this tea house, and leave you here. Hard. Leaking. Restrained. With nothing but those three men and your hand for company."

My cock kicked so hard against the leather it hurt.

"And I won't come back tonight, naughty Dragon."

I opened my mouth to speak.

Fast, she pressed one finger to my lips. "That was not a question, Dragon."

I closed my mouth.

She dragged her finger down from my lips, over my chin, and down the column of my throat. Her nail traced a line along my skin that burned hotter than any flame in the room.

I groaned.

My cock kicked against the leather. Hard. A fresh pulse of pre-cum leaked through the slit and soaked warm against my waistband.

One finger.

She'd dragged one finger down my throat and my cock was weeping for her.

My hips bucked off the stone. I couldn't help it. My body was giving her evidence. Wet, visible, undeniable proof of what she did to me.

I should have been embarrassed.

I wasn't.

She looked down at it. “Now here is a question, naughty Dragon, are you staining those shorts.”

“I am. Come lower your mouth to my cock and lick it clean.”

"I would but you wanted me to burn you." Her finger reached my collarbone and stopped. "So I'm going to burn you. At my pace. In my way. And you're going to lie here and take it."

Fuck yeah I am.

She leaned closer, bending over until her breath hit my ear. "And when I'm done. . .if you've been good. . .maybe I'll let you fuck me."

My spine arched off the stone.

I couldn't stop it.

"Maybe." She pulled back. "Or maybe I'll ride you instead. Pin your chest down and take what I want while you beg."

Oh please, Queen. Please. I’ll be good.

Hiroko's voice came from behind her. Calm. Approving. "Good."

Nyomi didn't acknowledge her. Didn't need to.

She raised the fire wand above my chest. The flame reflected in her dark eyes—orange, gold, alive.

"Now, Dragon." She held my gaze. "Are you going to behave?"

“Yes.” And then it hit me.

A wave of. . .I didn't know what to call it.

It started in my chest. A crack. A fracture in the wall I'd spent my entire life building. The wall that kept me in control. That kept the Dragon on his throne.

That wall split open.

And this sensual warmth poured through.

My eyes burned. My throat tightened. My fists unclenched above the restraints—fingers going slack, palms opening to the ceiling.

I didn't understand it.

This woman had just told me to shut up. Told me she'd leave me here hard and aching. Told me I didn't get to speak, move, or decide a single thing about what happened next.

And my body was. . .thanking her for it.

How does she do that?

Every muscle I'd been clenching since she walked in released at once. My jaw loosened. My shoulders dropped against the stone. The tension in my spine melted and my back went flat and heavy on the slab.

I sank.

Into the stone.

Into the restraints.

Into the surrender I'd been fighting even as I asked for it.

My cock was still hard, but the desperation had shifted. The frantic edge was gone. In its place—a deep, slow throb. A pulse that matched my heartbeat.

Steady.

Patient.

Willing to wait as long as she made me wait.

I'd commanded hundreds of men. Ended lives with a nod. Run an empire. I'd held power so heavy it should have crushed me.

And none of it—none of it—had ever made me feel the way I did right now. Pinned to a stone slab, forbidden to speak, with a woman I loved holding fire above my chest.

I was free.

That was the thing I couldn't explain.

The restraints. The rules. The surrender. Her voice stripping away every title, every responsibility, every mask I'd ever worn.

I was free.

My eyes stung.

I blinked hard and then swallowed.

She must have seen it. The shift. The crack. Whatever my face was doing that I couldn't control.

Her expression shifted. Just for a second. The dominance held, the Tiger stayed, but underneath—her eyes went soft. Wet. Like she understood what she'd just done to me even though I didn't understand it myself.

Then the softness was gone.

She raised the wand. "Good Dragon."

And I would have died for her right there. On that slab. In that fire. Without a second thought.

I shivered.

Hiroko got to her side and her gaze was only on Nyomi. “Perfect. Never lose control, especially with a scene that is this dangerous. Let him swim in subspace, but do not give him the rein.”

Nyomi nodded and raised the fire wand in her hand. The flame crackled, swayed, and twirled at the tip. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. The soft crackle of the flame was the only sound in the room.

Hiroko leaned her head to the side. "Are you ready?”

Nyomi looked down at me. “Yes.”

“We'll start with his arm," Hiroko gestured. "It's safer. Big muscle. Less risk."

It’s about to begin.

And although I’d set this up and damn sure asked for it.

Now I was. . .getting scared.

And my cock got harder.

That made no sense. My pulse spiked. My skin prickled across my chest, my stomach, the insides of my thighs. Every nerve ending woke up and screamed.

The fear was feeding the arousal. Pouring into it. Mixing until I couldn't tell which was which.

I was afraid and I was harder than I'd been all night and those two things happening at the same time scared me more than the fire.

Fuck.