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 wondered if I was allowed to suggest rewards. Because right then, I just wanted him inside me.
“Are you ready?” The way he smoothed his hand over my burning ass when he said it made me think he was trying to call attention to the pain I’d felt and the pain to come.
“Yes, my dragon.” I didn’t brace myself. There was no point, no knowing when the lashes would come or where they would land. I heard the whistle of the tails in the air and knew, in the split second before the leather tore across my skin, that he wouldn’t take it easy on me. That it would hurt.
It did.
The tails felt like they were cutting into me individually, a bunch of electric knives scoring my flesh. I choked out a scream.
“You’re supposed to be counting, princess,” he reminded me. “I would hate to have to add more strokes to the total to remind you.”
“One.” My voice shook.
“And you remember that this can stop at any time,” he reminded me.
“I know, my dragon.” I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to take everything he had for me. Another whistle of promised pain, another stinging lash, and this time I screamed my pain with, “Two!”
“Good girl,” he said, and I melted.
My hands clenched to fists at the third strike, but I counted that one aloud too. I could do anything, endure anything, to hear those words from him. With every burst of agony, I craved his approval more. The fourth left me trembling and sweating. The fifth whipped across my vulva, and I burst into tears. “Five!”
He came to stand in front of me and lifted my tear-streaked face so he could look me in the eye. “Is this too much for you, Charlotte?”
Not “princess,” but Charlotte. It was a time-out in our game.
I swallowed thickly and nodded. “I want to keep going. I just don’t want any more pain.”
He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “You’re doing so well, princess.”
My cunt clenched.
“You’re doing so well,” he went on, “that I think you deserve to come again.”
I do! My libido screamed.
Then he said, “Ten minutes, this time,” and I thought my libido might need to reconsider. Five minutes of that slow, steady torment, that endless orgasm that had wrung all the strength from my body, had been more than enough. While I’d enjoyed every second, the intensity had nearly broken me. How would I last?
I heard a scraping and realized he was moving the chair to settle himself behind me. Then, something touched my clit. It wasn’t a finger.
“My hand is a bit tired,” he explained, a note of playful malice in his voice. “I thought this might be better.”
Something butter-soft pressed against my labia and slipped inside, and whatever was on my clit pushed more firmly against it. No, around it, cupping me.
A button clicked, and the toy pulsed against my clit with a sucking pressure. I made a surprised sound that was somewhere between gasping and choking.
“We’ll turn this up a bit,” Matt said, and a few more clicks intensified the pulsing rhythm. Another button press started the part of the toy inside me vibrating, a hard thump on my G-spot. I jumped.
“Hold still. I don’t want you to drop this. The timer is set… Why don’t you count your orgasms this time?” He paused. “At least, while you can.”
His hand had done a great job bringing me to a slow, steady climax, but the toy had no such artful skill. It didn’t try to tease me or work me up gently, and the combination of sucking and throbbing was going to make me come a lot sooner, with way more time left on that timer.
“My dragon?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Hmm?”
I gritted my teeth as I tried to convince my body to resist the inevitable. If I came now, I would be so supersensitive that each following orgasm would be absolute torture, not the sensual ebb and flow that I had experienced before. “How much time is left?”
“Nine minutes and fifteen seconds.”
“Oh…oh…” I tried to finish my sentence. The toy was too efficient at its job. Forty-five seconds was all it took, and I came hard, twisting to get away from the relentless sensation.
“You’re supposed to count, princess,” he reminded me. “You don’t want to have to start over, do you?”
“It’s too much!” I humped my hips against the leather beneath me in an effort to dislodge the toy, but he put his palm firmly over my vulva, holding it there.
“It isn’t too much. I know you can take it. You can take anything I give you.” His lips brushed over my ass.
“It’s…fuck!” I swore, coming again, my clit screaming for relief from the stimulation.
Matt clucked his tongue. “You’re not counting. I suppose I’ll have to add another minute—”