Page 214 of The Dragon 2
And. . .I had to admit that I adored having a Fairy Dominatrix Godmother.
Every woman deserved one.
Hiroko hadn’t given me a pumpkin carriage or glass slippers. She’d given me thigh straps, an open-slit bodysuit, and the exact words and action to make a man kneel for me.
This wasn’t Cinderella’s ballroom story.
No enchanted mice.
No chandelier twirls.
No clock ticking away my magic.
No countdown.
No curfew.
Only worship.
It was a dungeon retelling.
Yet, my breath still caught because I had never seen myself like this.
Some of my old programming was still in my mind too, struggling to be revived, whispering. . .are you really ready to be worshipped.
I did my best to ignore it.
My heart pounded against my chest.
And then. . .the door began to open.
Oh shit. Time to begin.
Chapter forty-two
Face the Queen
Nyomi
The door opened.
And just like that, the air changed.
My breath hitched.
Kenji stepped inside and the temperature of the room dropped and spiked all at once.
Every candle, every red light, every velvet shadow bent around him like he’d been summoned—not invited.
Like this space recognized him as something it was built to contain but never fully control.
The door shut behind him and he remained there, taking me and the space in.
The first thing I noted was his silence.
The second was his size.
At the dinner table, it had been easier to forget. Between dishes, slow glances, and playful banter, I could tuck away the truth of him—how big he really was, how muchdangerpulsed beneath all that stillness.
