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)
That last command seemed impossible as the tension in my pelvis twisted tighter. One more, I promised myself. It will be the next one. The muscles in my thighs trembled. One more. Surely, this would be the last one, the one that would make me burst. One more, and I would—
My orgasm wasn’t the explosion I expected. It was far more intense. I spiraled into it like I was entering a black hole of pleasure, where time stretched out to impossible lengths. It wasn’t a quick rush or a completion. I was lost in an orgasm that went on so long, I saw stars. Then, I didn’t care what I was seeing, because he kept the same pace, the same pressure, and the pleasure never stopped. If anything, it became deeper, until another climax rippled through while I climbed toward another, and another, all of them stacked on top of each other.
When he warned, “One more minute,” I thought, surely, I’ve been coming for an hour by now. Then, all rational thought left me as I was pulled under the waves of another orgasm. This wasn’t like being tortured with too much sensation on overstimulated flesh. I never came down.
When the timer beeped, I groaned in disappointment.
“That sounded pretty ungrateful, princess,” he said, and the scolding in his tone sent me crashing down. “Ungrateful girls don’t get presents.”
“I’m sorry, my dragon.” I would say anything to feel like that again, but a part of me was also ashamed that I’d let him down. That he’d perceived me as not appreciating the pleasure he’d given me. “Please, let me make it up to you.”
I heard his zipper open, and I held my breath. Would he fill me up, finally? Pound into me so hard the bench moved across the floor?
Instead, he stood in front of me, cock in one hand, the other extending a shining fingertip. “Clean it off.”
I opened my mouth, and he put his finger inside, tracing a line down the center of my tongue so I could taste myself on him.
“You’re dripping,” he said. “Your pussy is dripping onto the floor.”
My vivid imagination flooded my mind with the picture.
“Apologize for making such a mess,” he ordered, and gripped a handful of my hair.
Propped up on my elbows, my mouth was aligned with his cock at the perfect height. He took care of the angle by roughly jerking my head back. My jaw dropped in surprise, and that was the moment he thrust forward, all the way to the back of my throat.
I gagged and coughed, drool filling my mouth. I tried to suck on him, swirl my tongue around his rock-hard cock, but he pumped steadily. He wasn’t looking for a blowjob. He was fucking my face.
I humped my hips in the short movements the straps allowed, matching his rhythm and imagining him plowing deep into my cunt. As I coughed and choked and drooled from the corners of my mouth, he whispered things like, “That’s right. Take it, princess,” and, “You’re doing such a good job.”
Fuck, if that didn’t almost feel better than the physical aspect of the sex.
He pulled out, and I gagged on a torrent of saliva. Chuckling as he tucked himself away again, he said, “There. Now you’re dripping from both sides.”
My nerves sang with an overload of sensation. My skin was hot and too cold. My pussy tingled, but my ass burned. My jaw ached from being stretched open, but I desperately wanted his cock filling it again.
I was so caught up in my whole-body check-in that I hadn’t noticed him leaning down close to my ear. His whisper startled me. “Are you beginning to understand now, princess? What I want from you?”
“Everything,” I whispered back.
And I would give it to him.
CHAPTER SIX
(Charlotte)
“Do you want to go again?” Matt asked, smoothing his hand over my aching ass. “Another cycle like that?”
“Um…” I considered everything we’d done. All of it. “Will you spank me again?” Quickly, I added, “My dragon?”
I heard the amusement in his voice when he answered, could imagine the smile he tried to subdue. “Is that a request? Or is it something you don’t want?”
My pain receptors screamed no, but my horny, horny endorphins shrieked yes. “What happens next time?”
He moved away, then came to stand where I could see the implements dangling from his hand. The tasseled whip and the paddle. “You choose. Paddle or flogger?”
“Um…” The leather-covered paddle would hurt as much as a hand, I thought. The flogger would also hurt, but probably in a different way. “Flogger, please, my dragon.”
“Excellent choice.” He tossed the paddle aside. Every thump of his cane on the floor made me flinch as he walked behind me. I didn’t know when the first strike would come.
“We’ll do five again,” he said. The leather tails trailed over my backside. They prickled like freshly sharpened cat claws on my already burning skin. “You’ll count them, like before. And at the end, you’ll get a reward.”