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)
Charlotte whined impatiently.
I sat on the couch and pulled the laptop closer, leaning in to watch as the head of the dildo stretched Charlotte’s pussy.
“Can you take it?” Asia teased her.
“She can take it,” I murmured, breathing a little harder. She could take it all.
Charlotte was of the same opinion. “Give me all of it!”
Asia pushed the toy into Charlotte’s cunt with one slow, smooth stroke. Charlotte groaned, her head dropping back until Tiffany righted it and scolded her for moving.
“Is that good?” Asia asked.
“Yes,” Charlotte gasped. “Yes!”
“Better than Mr. Ashe?”
I laughed. Of course, Asia would be bold enough to ask that. If I were an insecure man, maybe I would have worried about the answer. Since I was a highly egotistical man, I knew exactly what it would be.
“No. I fucking love his cock!”
Okay, more enthusiastic than I expected. I wouldn’t complain. My dick jumped, hearing itself named, and I flexed my hands, so close to unzipping and jacking myself off.
I probably wouldn’t even have to touch it. The threat of shameful adolescent memories making a nostalgic return in my pants was real. I needed to step back and cool off. I closed the laptop and took a few deep breaths.
“Okay, dragon.” I chuckled to myself at the nickname, rubbing a hand over my face. “Time to get into character.”
CHAPTER FIVE
(Charlotte)
Mounds of pink rose petals lined the hall outside the bedroom, and pink ribbon wound in a curving path through the house. What must have been hundreds of white pillar candles in an assortment of heights illuminated my journey through the otherwise dark living room and down the stairs to the lower level.
I might have appreciated the effort more if I weren’t so sexually frustrated. My pussy clenched with every step, and my tits ached from the nipple clamps the women had only just removed.
Matt had given me a tour of the villa, but we hadn’t spent much time downstairs. From what I remembered, it was guest bedrooms that never got used. The rose-petal path led me to one of those doors. I pushed it open. Matt waited inside.
My knees went weak at the sight of him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed his devastating handsomeness before, but the black suit, the candlelight, the waves in his slightly in-need-of-a-cut hair made me hyperaware of his sharp, square jaw, his broad shoulders and chest, the way he towered over me.
The dark edge in his deep voice as he said, “Hello, princess,” brought a hiccup of nerves to my throat.
The room was decorated much the same as the rest of the house, with candles and rose petals. The bed was made up with a thick white duvet and a mountain of pillows, but there was additional furniture here that I definitely hadn’t seen on the tour. A tall-backed white armchair sat at the end of the bed, and a contraption of chrome bars and padded cushions with hanging straps dominated the center of the room where I was certain there had been a seating area before.
There were also a lot of very interesting implements laid out on a side table.
Matt took in my wide-eyed survey of the room and chuckled. “Are you afraid, princess?”
I shook my head. I trusted him completely. “No, my dragon.”
He walked to me slowly and drew the backs of his fingers down my cheek. He might as well have rubbed my clit; the sensation ended up in the same place.
“Did you enjoy your time with my friends?” His hand drifted down to my shoulder then slowly back to my neck.
I swallowed, my cunt aching at the memory of that big dildo inside me. I’d been so close. They’d kept me on the very edge of orgasm for so long that I was still there, certain every touch would send me over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his big hand curling around my throat. “Come look at yourself with me.”
There was a tall mirror on the wall near the door to the en suite bathroom. He guided me there, hand still locked around my neck, the other gripping his cane. I watched us moving toward the mirror; me, fully naked beside him, in his suit that probably cost more than I would ever make in a year. I was so vulnerable. Small. Powerless beside him.
He stopped me in front of the glass, his thumb brushing gently over my lower lip. “I’m so lucky.”
The words spread a bloom of pride and desire through me. I did look good. On top of being truly sadistic teases, Asia and Tiffany had made me up like I was going to the Oscars. My hair fell in a volumized cascade of copper curls around my shoulders and down my back, and genius contouring brought out cheekbones I was sure belonged to someone else. The smoky-eye look and dark mauve gloss made me appear sophisticated and regal.