Page 237 of The Dragon 2

Holy shit.

The Dragon lay sprawled on the cold marble, his inked muscled body half-shadowed beneath the queening throne.

His eyes burned up at me with worship and sacred hunger.

Sacred and savage.

And his mouth. . .so close to my pussy, just inches from my wet heat.

And I sat above him, trembling despite the power, because this was the moment where everything in our dynamic would shift.

Hiroko’s words hit me right when she had showed me the queening throne.

She pointed to her assistants. “Hurry. The Dragon won’t be eating that dessert for too long.”

Her two assistants knelt on either side of the queening throne, quickly wiping the legs and plush red cushions with a solution Hiroko swore by. One buffedthe gold arms. The other adjusted the velvet seat until every angle looked clean and royal.

I was finally dressed and putting the cape on.

“Good. Yes.” Hiroko circled the throne like a priestess inspecting an altar. "Now Nyomi, when he kneels under you, it’s not just sex. You’re stepping into a power ritual. An exotic choice that could deepen your relationship."

The servants finished, bowed, and then left without a word.

She turned to me. "With a man like the Dragon. . ."

Her head tilted.

A flicker of something passed through her eyes.

Admiration.

Maybe warning.

"I can only imagine his oral skills." She shook her head. "Understand this. Hewilldominate you from the bottom. There is no other way to say it."

My breath caught. "Can I stop that?"

Her eyes met mine, soft and sharp all at once. "Why would you want to stop his shattering you as you shatter him? It is beautiful. And your pleasure and orgasm is just as important as his."

She stepped closer. "Especially with a man like Kenji. Submission isn't weakness. It's a strategy."

She touched the throne's armrest gently. "And you, my dear? Are not just a queen. You're a storm he can't outrun. So. . .get wet too and let the wind blow through your hair as you moan."

I returned to the moment and looked down at him, really feeling like a queen riding a wild beast, one breath away from losing control.

But I couldn’t show it.

Not now.

I tapped the base of the ostrich-feather wand against the side of the throne. I almost didn’t say the words that I was supposed to say. My throat tightened. My breath caught between power and terror.

What if giving him this, opened something in me I couldn’t ever close again?

But the throne beneath me was warm now. Our scents of hunger were already in the air. And the Dragon was waiting.

I can’t stop now. It’s too late for us both.

Shivering in desire, I tightened my grip on the feathered wand and let those words fall from my lips. “Beg to lick me.”