Page 1 of The Dragon 2
Prologue
The Dragon Kneeling for Pussy
Nyomi
Inmydream,Isat on a throne made of dark gold, slick with oil and time, and carved with dragons and tigers.
In front me, Kenji knelt, bare-chested and bound.
Rope coiled around his muscular arms like gold-tinted vines—firm and symmetrical—more pinned across the wide breadth of his rippling chest. Each knot was beautiful.
Desire paired with absolute submission.
His thighs were spread wide, knees bruised on the marble floor, his cock erect and weeping in the low light.
And I mean weeping.
Fat droplets of pre-cum slicked the ground, each one glistening like diamonds in the sun.
His shaft pulsed—gorged, desperate, flushed so deep it bordered on purple—and yet he didn’t beg.
At least not out loud.
Instead, he begged through hungry groans as he licked my clit, mouth open and greedy, lips coated in my slick heat.
“That’s right, Dragon,” I trembled. “Eat this pussy.”
The air was thick with the musky scent of sex.
Groaning even louder, his tongue licked my clit up and down like he was tasting salvation.
His hair clung to his face in wet strands.
So drunk on power, I reached over and fisted some of his silky strands. “Lick it all up, baby.”
He grunted.
I guided his head again and again between my thighs, pressing his mouth where I needed him most.
God.
It was heaven on fire.
He moaned again.
A broken, sacred sound.
Worship lived on his tongue and I was his altar.
Kenji Sato.
The fucking Dragon.
Mess with him and you're dead.
And your bloodline too.
Newspapers and documentaries claimed that he ruled Japan’s underworld as a conductor of carnage—every gunshot a note, every bribe a beat, every blood oath a drumline of death.
