Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I think the rubies will clash with the ribbon,” I said as an excuse.
While I worked on the second foot, Asia leaned over Charlotte, whose breasts rose and fell with her hastening breaths. Her back arched in anticipation as Asia’s mouth closed over a rosy nipple.
I tied the knot firmly; Charlotte wouldn’t be comfortable, but she’d be accessible. The width of the bench forced her legs wide apart, and her glistening cunt left shining kisses on the leather seat.
I moved behind her and cut another length of ribbon, capturing her arms and binding her wrists at the small of her back. She gasped and writhed her hips, and I looked up to see Asia slowly sliding up the tension ring of one clamp.
“You seem to have this under control,” I said as I rose. I dropped a kiss on Charlotte’s forehead and slid the bandage scissors onto the counter. “Bring her to me when she’s ready.”
I couldn’t sprint, but I came as close to it as my cane allowed on my way to the den, muttering apologies to some of the decorators I almost careened into. They were carefully arranging rows of candles and swaths of delicate pink silk to line the path Charlotte would walk to me when it was time.
I wished it was time right then.
In the den, I closed the door and hit the lock. Not that I thought anyone would come in and disturb me; it made it feel dirtier if I treated it like a secret to hide.
My laptop sat on the coffee table, already connected to the bathroom camera. As requested, Miranda had hung my change of clothes on the back of the door. I could get ready while I watched Tiffany and Asia make Charlotte ready.
I turned up the volume on the laptop and frowned at the buzzing noise coming from it, until I realized it wasn’t the machine malfunctioning but the sound of a vibrator coming through the speakers.
“Remember, you have to tell me before you get there,” Tiffany instructed Charlotte patiently. “Mr. Ashe isn’t going to be happy with you if you come before he gives you permission.”
I watched Charlotte squirm but couldn’t hear her over the noise of Asia’s blow-dryer. I noted the way my princess’s hips started to rock in a steady rhythm, and I murmured aloud, “Don’t you dare.”
It wasn’t like she could hear me, but she did obey the rules, crying out in time for Tiffany to pull the vibrator away.
What had I been doing? Oh, right. Getting dressed.
I unbuttoned the crisp black shirt on the hanger and pulled my T-shirt over my head, loath to take my eyes off the screen. Asia worked fast, and when the last curler was pinned into place—and one more orgasm had been denied—she traded duties with Tiffany, dropping to her knees between Charlotte’s spread thighs.
“Could I borrow a brush, Tiffany?” Asia asked.
I sucked in a breath, full of admiration for the technique. Asia peeled back Charlotte’s glistening labia, isolating her clit between finger and thumb. Dragging the fluffy head of a makeup brush over the straining flesh in a downward stroke, Asia cooed, “I’m going to keep doing this Charlotte. It won’t be enough to make you come, but it will keep you on the edge. If you’re too close, though, you have to tell me. You’re not allowed to come.”
Charlotte moaned in reply.
Tiffany tutted. “And you can’t move like that while I’m working on your face.”
My cock throbbed painfully. I reached into my pocket to adjust. I wasn’t sure changing my pants was a great idea; once my cock was out, I couldn’t be trusted not to jerk off.
Fuck, I should have asked to record this.
You don’t need to record it, I reminded myself. She’s yours.
And not for a fucking week. I was going to keep Charlotte, no matter what I had to do to prove I was worthy of her.
Dividing my attention between changing my clothes and watching the screen turned out to be a good idea. Buttons and zippers and shoelaces were the perfect distraction for my horny brain, and clothing myself was all I could accomplish at the moment. Charlotte was a wreck by the time I fastened my shirt cuffs. She whined and writhed while the stylists scolded and tormented her for my amusement.
“Here,” Asia said, handing the brush back.
Tiffany picked up the dildo.
“Oh fuck, I need that in me,” Charlotte groaned, bucking her hips.
“Only if you promise that you won’t come.” Asia rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down Charlotte’s slit. “Shift your hips a little, and I’ll let you have this. All the way.”
Charlotte wriggled and managed to scoot her ass to the edge of the bench. Tiffany put a knee on the corner to stop it from toppling over.
“It’s awfully big,” Asia warned as she smoothed lube over the toy.