Page 3 of The Dragon 2 (Tokyo Empire #2)

Chapter two

A Rose that Blooms Pleasure and Pain

Kenji

So many possibilities came to my mind.

“Mmm,” I said, voice going husky. “Tell me about this dream.”

“It was. . .nasty.”

A wicked grin crept across my face. “Then, tell me more but in great detail.”

She laughed again. That throaty, half-embarrassed, wholly aroused sound that made my blood heat. I knew then—I wanted to hear her laugh like that for the rest of my goddamned life.

But she went quiet.

I placed my palm against the window and locked my eyes with the endless stretch of dark sky. “Tell me.”

“I shouldn’t have called. I’m going to let you go.”

“No. You’re not. You will stay on the phone.”

“Kenji. . .”

I smirked. “Nyomi.”

“The dream was. . .I shouldn’t have brought it up—”

“But you did, so now you have to tell me.”

“We’re not on that level yet to be talking about. . .”

“Nasty sexual things?”

“Yes.”

“I loved your second present.”

“You opened it?”

“I did, and I loved it so much that I am even more determined to keep you in Tokyo and all mine. We are on that level.”

“You’re supposed to be pacing yourself.”

“I’m done pacing myself, Tora. Now tell me about the dream.”

She let out a soft, shaky breath. “You were kneeling in front of me.”

Utterly shocked, I widened my eyes. “Kneeling?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t kneel.”

“You kneeled for me .”

“Mmmm.” I licked my lips.

“And you were. . .bound by rope all around your chest and arms.”

My cock twitched in my pants.

I pictured it instantly—my body roped in golden coils, each knot tight across my chest, holding me in place like I wasn’t a dragon. . .but her beast.

Bound for her pleasure.

Hers to command.

Hers to ruin.

She continued, “You were. . .really hard. . .and you were dripping. . .cum onto the floor.”

My hand flexed at my side.

Fuck.

I could see it—the floor beneath me stained with my own need. A slow leak from the tip of my cock.

She’s going to make me turn this fucking jet around and fuck her.

For a second I wondered how long it would take us to get back.

Two hours.

Three.

Maybe four. . .

Vibrating with lust, I stared at the glass, at the stars smeared like molten ash across the sky. “And. . .what else, Tora?”

She lowered her voice. “I sat on a throne and. . .”

“Yes?”

“I had you eating my pussy. And you were licking it like you were starving.”

God.

My cock pressed painfully against the fabric now.

Rock hard.

Swollen.

Salivating for her pussy.

She whispered, “You were so greedy. It felt so good. Not even like a dream.”

My mouth watered, and I wished I could taste her pussy right then.

She was feeding me this confession in pieces, and I was fucking choking on the intensity of it.

I felt her thighs on either side of my face.

Felt her hands in my hair.

Felt myself moaning like I needed her taste on my tongue.

Her voice trembled with just enough lusty wickedness. “I called you my good little Dragon.”

A dark growl left me.

“You moaned so loud when I came.”

I had my pants open in seconds.

“I didn’t want you to stop, so I buried your head in my pussy and I came again and. . .you just kept licking.”

“Fuck. . .Tora.” My fingers slid beneath my boxer briefs. I freed my cock and stared down at it. “You’ve got me so hard.”

She let out a moan.

Soft.

Barely audible.

But it slipped through the line like a secret not meant to be shared.

And fuck. . .that moan wrecked me.

I looked down at my cock—thick, weighty, flushed deep with blood. At the crown of my engorged cock, nestled in the swollen head, glinted the gold barbell of my piercing—shaped like a delicate rose.

The petals were smooth, sculpted by a Tokyo artist who owed me a life debt.

No thorns.

Just soft curved petals meant for pressure and pleasure.

The soft cabin light kissed the petals.

I grinned slowly, wickedly, as the ache within me deepened. “Tell me, Tora. . .when you imagined my cock in your dream, did you happen to envision a piercing?”

She hesitated. “A piercing?”

“Yes.”

She breathed, half-laughing. “No. . .do you. . .have one on your cock?”

My smirk widened. “I do. And you’ll find your G-spot will like it very much.”

“Well. . .” Her voice lowered into a sultry murmur that lit up every nerve in me. “I want to see it.”

Groaning, I leaned my head forward, pressing my forehead against the cool glass. “Careful, Tora. You’ll have a hundred pictures of my cock sent to your phone before we even hang up.”

She laughed again—that warm, throaty sound that made my spine hum like a struck chord.

God, I was becoming addicted to that laugh.

I wanted to chase it.

Frame it.

Pin it to the walls of every room in my mansion.

“Kenji. . .why did you get the piercing?”

I glanced down at my cock and thought of the lines from a poem I’d once read. “Pain split me open. Pleasure stitched me shut.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m still not sure.” I gripped my cock and kept my hands still around the hard length. “I got the piercing to remind myself that control isn’t always about force. Sometimes, it’s about how deeply you can make a person feel without breaking them.”

“You’re always so deep.”

“I could go deeper.”

And I damn sure wasn’t talking about words. I was thinking about my cock plunging deep into her wet pussy.

My cock twitched in my palm, hot and desperate, the metal rose pressing deep into the head—adding that edge I craved. “How did the dream end, Tora?”

She didn’t speak right away, but I heard her breathing shift.

Quickening.

That silence between us?

It wasn’t empty.

It was heavy with hot lust.

And it told me she wasn’t just listening.

She was dreaming again.

About me.

About my cock.

Pre-cum beaded at the tip.

I wanted to jack off right on the phone with her, but I held myself back.

“Well. . .” She lowered her voice. “After you made me cum twice. . .I leaned over and jacked you off.”

That did it.

Her words crackled down the line like electricity.

My body jolted.

Fuck.

I slowly ran my fingers down my cock, trying to relieve my desire, but it didn’t help. It only drove me madder.

“You begged for me to untie you.”

My hand stilled. “And did you?”

“I told you no. I told you I might leave you there, dripping and denied.”

Groaning, I gave my cock another long stroke.

Slow.

Savoring.

And then I curved my palm around the mushroomed tip and brushed my thumb over the ridge where the gold rose piercing bloomed from the head—smooth petals pressing into tender skin, glistening now with fresh pre-cum.

The soft hum of the aircraft vibrated faintly.

Then I exhaled.

Long.

Measured.

As if she knew what I was doing, Nyomi added this sexy tone to her words. “I jacked your cock. Fisted it tight.”

A low groan rumbled from my chest.

My knees almost buckled.

To get some sense of restraint, I let my hand drift downward.

Slowly.

I palmed my balls.

My fingers cupped the weight of them—warm, full, swollen with hunger.

The ache in my balls and cock was exquisite.

Heavy.

The skin on my balls was sensitive but not fragile—soft like velvet stretched over delicate muscle. Smooth, but with the faintest give beneath my fingertips.

Heat radiated from them.

“Did I cum, Tora?” I rolled my balls gently in my hand.

They shifted, slick with the thinnest sheen of sweat.

My fingertips grazed along the seam where the sac tightened—the natural line that always felt more tender when arousal surged. There, the skin puckered slightly under my touch, drawing them in tighter.

“You came,” she whispered. “Hard. Spilling all over my hand.”

Goddamn it.

A more deranged man would have just started jacking off in a grunting daze.

Gritting my teeth, I let my hand stay cupped on my balls, fingers curved, thumb lazily caressing the seam between my sac and hungry shaft.

I watched my cock rise a little—just a small lift in the air from the movement.

Another bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, catching the cabin light before sliding in a slow, trembling line down the front of my cock.

Some of it clung to the edge of the rose’s petals, making the piercing gleam like a dew-kissed bloom caught at sunrise.

“And then I woke up,” Nyomi said. “And I realized that I had actually. . .cum. . .”

What did my face look like? Was it a deranged expression? A psychotic one doused in lust?

It didn’t matter because what I did know for sure was that her pussy was damn sure lucky it wasn’t on this jet right now.

She wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

“First,” I let my balls go and placed my hand on the window trying to ground myself. “I want to thank you for telling me about the dream.”

A shaky exhale slipped from her. I could almost hear the flush rising up her neck.

“But I also need to warn you, Tora.”

“Warn me?”

“Yes. Because before this call, I was already planning to trap you.”

She inhaled.

“To cage you like the wild, rare Tiger you are, but now?” I growled low, the sound rolling through my chest like thunder kissing bone. “Now, I’m going to chain you in that cage for days and fuck you until your stripes blur, until your body forgets its name and your pussy only answers to me.”

Her breath stuttered.

“I’m going to make your pussy weep, Tora. Like you made my cock weep in your dream. And I won’t be making you cum once or twice. You’ll be cuming until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Until all you know is this delirious blissful state.”

She whimpered.

“You think that dream was nasty?” My voice dropped to a whisper. “That was just the ghost of what we’re going to experience.”

“Holy shit.”

“You’ll beg me for mercy. Not because you’re in pain—but because you’ll be too full of my cock to know any better. I’m talking pleasure that breaks through your body like a fever you can’t sweat out.”

“Kenji—” Her voice cracked.

Desperate.

Needy.

“You’ll be bent over every surface in my mansion—my table, my bed, the pool table, the counters, the fucking marble floor. With my cock pounding inside you. Marking you. Making you feel everything.”

Another bead of pre-cum slid from the tip, gliding over the ridges of the rose piercing.

“I’m going to ruin your pussy sweetly, thoroughly, and without pause. Until your throat is raw from my name and your thighs can’t close without remembering the sound of a dragon’s roar.”

I could hear her gasp.

But I wasn’t done. “And each night I’ll take you again. Soft, then hard. Gentle, then fucking brutal. I’ll knot your wrists with the same rope from your dream and lick your pussy until your cries echo in the walls.”

“Jesus—Kenji—”

“You called me your good little Dragon, didn’t you?”

She moaned.

“I want to hear you say that again,” I whispered.

“While my cock is buried inside you. While your body trembles beneath me. While my mouth is on your throat, on your nipples, on your clit—everywhere you need me to worship.” I licked my lips, watching my cock pulse—more pre-cum coating the crown and piercing.

“I want to be the dream that leaves your sheets soaked every fucking night.”

“Fuck,” she whispered.

I spoke through clenched teeth. “Wait until I get back to Tokyo.”

She let out a nervous, yet lusty chuckle. “What do you mean, get back to Tokyo?”

“I’m on my jet.”

“Where are you going?”

“Paris.” I looked back down at my hard cock. “Unfortunately.”

“Wow. Well. . .then grab me some chocolate croissants.”

I licked my lips and looked at the stars beyond the window. “What else do you want me to bring back?”

“I was honestly joking.”

“Do you want diamonds, clothes, shoes?”

“I love your gifts. You figure it out. Whatever you bring back, I know it will be awesome.”

Then some odd sound came from her side.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. “I think I woke Zo up.”

I frowned. “And where is. . .Zo?”

“He’s in his bedroom. I’m on the futon in his living room.”

“But is that futon comfortable? Because I could put you up in the presidential suite.”

“I’m fine.”

“Hmmm.”

“I should go.”

I sneered, yet made sure she didn’t get a hint of the rage rising within me. “If. . .you must. . .”

“I must.” She sighed. “I’ll call you later. Maybe. . .once Zo leaves for work.”

“Do that, if you can.”

“I hope you get to France safely. Goodbye, Kenji.”

“Goodbye.”

Click.

The line went dead.

Silence swallowed the room. Only the whisper of the engines reminded me I was thousands of feet above ground, alone in a suite too quiet, too cold without her.

And my cock—still fucking hard.

I looked down again.

We’ll pay her back later.

My cock gleamed with pre-cum.

The rose piercing shimmered.

I want her so bad.

I wrapped my fist around the base.

Slow.

Tight.

The ache was divine.

Her voice still echoed through me. That moan. That laugh. That whisper of “good little Dragon.”

God.

My hips rolled into my fist, just once. Just enough to feel the tension ripple from the base of my spine down to my toes.

I imagined her in front of me now but we were in the center of the plane and my men were gone.

And I had her bent over the obsidian table I’d just used to plan war.

Her red dress bunched at her waist.

That perfect soft, fat ass arched for me.

Me—still in a suit—stroking my cock over her soaked panties, whispering cruel promises in her ear. She’d be my prisoner.

My goddess.

My ruin.

Finally, I pumped my cock and closed my eyes, thinking about her some more.

Now she was on her knees.

Worshipping my cock.

Tongue tracing my piercing. Fingers curling around my balls. Her eyes locked on mine, daring me to lose control.

And I did.

I fucked my hand like I was fucking her mouth.

Ragged.

Deep.

Controlled only by the image of her lips wet with my pre-cum.

“Fuck! Tora. . .”

I slid my hand upward, teasing the underside where the skin thinned and sensitivity bloomed. My other hand found my balls again—cupping, lifting, massaging gently to intensify every stroke.

Then I pictured her above me.

Straddling me.

Tying my wrists behind my back with silk rope.

Riding my cock like it belonged to her.

Grinding slowly.

Breaking me.

She would call me hers.

Her good boy.

Her obedient dragon.

And I’d fucking roar from my orgasm.

Fuck yes.

The pressure coiled deeper.

Tighter.

I stroked my cock some more—thumb circling the crown where the rose piercing curved against me—and my body snapped.

I groaned, chest heaving.

Hot jets of cum surged from the tip of my cock in violent pulses.

Across my hand.

Some landed on the window.

Some across my stomach.

A few thick ropes glistened across my thighs.

Loudly groaning, I let my head fall back.

Breath wild.

Muscles trembling.

Fucking wrecked by a dream.

By a voice.

By her.

My Nyomi.

I exhaled, slow.

Naughty Tiger. Very naughty.