Page 17 of The Dragon 2
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 soakedeveryfucking 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.
