Page 117 of The Dragon 1

My cock pulsed again.

I still hadn’t touched my plate.

She licked her lips and picked up another bite, this time from a bowl filled with barely seareduni, resting in a pool of smoky dashi and garnished with edible gold leaf.

Her pleasure was honest.

Unaffected.

Unperformed.

She didn’t eat like she was trying to impress anyone.

She ate like a woman who knew how to enjoy herself.

And right now, every delicate groan, every flutter of her lashes, every tilt of her head was slowly unmaking me.

Then. . .she set her chopsticks down and looked across the table. “I have a question. . .”

I raised my eyebrows.

“But this question. . .it’s a bit much for a first date.”

I chuckled. “You still think our moments together will be normal? Similar to regular people going out?”

“Aww. Good point.”

I tilted my head. “Ask the question, Tora.”

She cleared her throat. “Have you ever been tied up before?”

My smile curled slow. “No. . .but I’ve been dominated with a rope.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Dominated?”

“I would say so.”

“Why only once?”

I sipped my sake before I answered, letting the warmth spread through my chest. “Not many women would have the balls to think theycoulddominate me. Similar to. . .not many women having the guts to knee me in my balls.”

She blinked.

I didn’t laugh.

Just let the truth hang there.

What is going through your mind?

She leaned forward again. “Tell me about it.”

“Tell you?”

“Tell me about when you were. . .dominated.”

I didn’t smile or smirk. Instead, I leaned back in my seat and let the truth rise slowly—like smoke through my chest.

I stared at her.