Page 184 of The Dragon 2
If Hiroko thought Nyomi could dominate me, command me—tame me—I would bend Nyomi over this damned table, push these plates to the floor, and taste her until she sobbed my name.
Let Hiroko teach her tactics.
Let her lace Nyomi with confidence and scripts.
None of it would survive my tongue.
None of it would survive my cock.
Still. . .what is she saying?
My body ached for my Tiger.
What if. . .Hiroko does a good job of getting Nyomi to that place where. . .she did overpower me?
Against all logic, my cock jumped in my pants. Perhaps. . .part of me. . .wanted to see what Hiroko had awakened. Wanted to test her training. Then. . .break her rules. Strip that newly gifted power from Nyomi’s pussy with my tongue.
Yes. Let them plan. I’ve got my plans too.
I formed my lips into a devilish grin.
Let Nyomi return emboldened. I would meet her there with flame and fury.
Come on, Ladies.
Suddenly, these spicy scents hit me.
Then, the waitresses appeared with trays of dishes.
Oh. What is all of this?
Silver-domed trays floated down from the hands of the waitresses and landed in front of me like some ceremonial offering.
My mouth parted and lovely scents curled around me.
Oh, Tora. I am going to fire my chef.
I gazed down at the covered trays wondering what could be hidden under them.
I have no idea what I will be eating tonight.
That rarely happened.
I’d eaten my way through the finest restaurants in Tokyo, Paris, Milan, and cities one could only reach by jet and whispered password.
Still, I had no idea what was in front of me.
These scents were different.
The waitresses bowed and stepped away.
Heels clicked.
I turned in that direction, and Nyomi appeared. And it was like. . .I was seeing her for the first time. Everything inside me stilled.
Nyomi stepped into the dining hall like she had left her former self behind that closed door.
Hmmm.
