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)
“Count?” My throat was suddenly dry.
“Yes. I’m going to start out with five. Count, out loud, every spank. And when we’re done, you’re going to thank me for them.”
And then, without any further warning, he smacked my ass.
It was a lot harder than I expected, and I yelped out, “One!” in shock. Then came the next, striking the other side. “Two!” My ass burned, and I was grateful he hadn’t started with the paddle.
Started with.
Oh no.
The third time, his hand fell on already-spanked skin and a loud, “Oof!” tore from my mouth involuntarily before I uttered, “Three.”
Another slap.
It rocked the whole damn bench.
I called out, “Four!” but I truly considered, Mercy! instead.
I can do this, I told myself sternly. I can do whatever Matt asks of me.
Not Matt. My dragon.
I gulped in air in anticipation of the final spank, but I couldn’t have braced myself for it if I’d wanted to. Instead of smacking my ass, his palm and fingers connected full force with my exposed vulva, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and a squeal of pain from my throat. “Five!”
The hand that had caused me so much pain stroked my screaming flesh to soothe it. “Good girl, princess.” He dropped a kiss on my bruised ass cheek. “Now, say thank you.”
The blood rushing to my lightly injured parts made everything so much more sensitive. I could practically feel the ridges of his fingerprints as he petted my opening.
“Thank you, my dragon.”
“Thank you for what?” he goaded me.
“Thank you for spanking me, my dragon.” The words would have sounded ridiculous to me under any other circumstance, but in this room with him, they were sacred. And I was proud. I’d endured that brief spanking, and it had pleased him. I craved nothing more than to hear him tell me I’m a good girl, his princess, in his deep, serious voice.
“You’re very welcome, princess,” he told me. “You did a great job. And now, you get your reward.”
Somehow, in the midst of the pain, I’d forgotten all the pleasure I’d been denied earlier. Now that he’d promised it—at least, I hoped that was what he was promising—I needed it.
“I’m going to set a timer for five minutes.”
I heard something beep.
“For five minutes, I’m going to touch you like…” His finger slowly stroked down one side of my clit. “This.”
I moaned at the contact.
“No faster or slower.” He kept up the same pace, alternating the long, light passes on each side with one fingertip. “You did such a good job, you’re allowed to come. But if you don’t come before the time is up…”
I whined in dismay, and he chuckled.
“Of course, if you do come, I’m not going to stop.”
I took a deep breath and dropped my head, determined to focus only on my arousal, which was quickly building back to the height Asia and Tiffany had brought me to.
“Your pretty little pussy is so red and sore,” Matt said, clucking his tongue in pity, his finger steadily applying those teasing strokes. “I loved watching you with Tiffany and Asia. You were so needy, begging for that dildo.”
I had been. In fact, I’d nearly come the moment Asia had shoved it into me. My cunt grasped, feeling way too empty at the memory of how filled up it had been.
“But it wasn’t as nice as my cock?” he asked.
I shook my head, remembering with a hot rush of embarrassment the way I’d screamed out how much I loved his dick.
“No, my dragon,” I panted. “Nothing is as good as your cock.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Do you want this cock tonight?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes.” It was a ragged whisper.
He pulled his hand away from my straining clit and slapped my ass.
“Please don’t stop!” I begged. “I mean, yes, my dragon! I want your cock! I always want your cock in me!”
His hand returned to where I wanted it, where I needed it to be. The brief absence had only made my flesh hungrier. I wanted him to speed up, to get me exactly where I was inevitably headed, but he kept moving that finger slowly, as if it were a metronome.
“That’s better, princess,” he murmured. “You’re getting close. I can tell. I can hear your cunt pulsing.”
Fuck.
“If I slid a finger in there, would you come?” he asked.
“Oh yes, my dragon,” I breathed, hoping he would do it.
“You’ll have to earn it tonight. Just like you’ll have to earn this cock by being a very, very good girl.” The maddeningly slow touches were torture now. I was so close, I kept believing that one more would take me over the edge, but then it wouldn’t. I was creeping toward my orgasm inch by interminable inch. I sobbed in frustration.
“You have plenty of time left, princess,” he assured me. “Relax. Breathe. And don’t tense up.”