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.
