Page 198 of The Dragon 2

“I’ll give you all the clarity you want, Tora,” I picked up my glass again. “Just don’t stop doing whatever it is you’re planning.”

She smiled—but didn’t back down. “Then trust me when I say this; even someone like you needs boundaries.”

I wasn’t used to being spoken to like this. Not by women I fucked. Not by anyone. But somehow, her words didn’t feel like weakness. They felt like truth with teeth.

“Yes. You are the Dragon, but you are still human especially when you’re kneeling.”

My cock twitched. “You think I’ll kneel tonight?”

“I think you want to be my good little Dragon, and good little Dragons kneel for their mistress.”

Did she say mistress? Fuck!

The next sip I took was sharper and still her words went down harder than the liquor. I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck Nyomi or fall to my knees and ask her to rewrite every rule I’d ever lived by.

“And if we do this more than once,” she added. “I need to know your limits. And you need to know mine.”

Stubborn, I grinned, just to keep my pride intact. “I have no limits with you.”

Then, I took a sip.

“Oh really?” She tilted her head and a few curls brushed her shoulder. “So, you would be fine with me sliding the handle of a whip into your ass?”

I choked on the liquor. It was a full body jolt. A cough burst from my chest as I set the glass down hard.

She just raised an eyebrow and sipped her drink like she hadn’t just detonated a landmine under the table.

I cleared my throat. “Alright. Perhaps. . .we do need a safe word.”

She beamed. “Thank you.”

“What are you thinking?”

She shrugged. “Mercy?”

“Tora, I’m not the kind of man who begs for mercy in front of a naked woman, even if she’s got a whip in one hand and her foot on my neck. There’s something within my brain that wouldn’t let me.”

“So you would die before saying mercy?”

“Basically.”

She laughed—full, rich, and bright. “Fine. How about. . .exit.”

“I don’t like exit.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

She blinked.

I took another sip of my drink.

“It could be a food you like or hate. Garlic, onion.”

“Hmmm.” I took another slow sip of the drink and her scent hit me again—black amber and ripe plum.

Then it came to me.