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)
“Two! Two, my dragon!” The muscles in my thighs shook uncontrollably.
“Very good.”
But he didn’t move his hand away. With the other, he adjusted and tightened the strap around my hips, pinning me down tighter. I couldn’t move at all, no matter how I tried to kick and twist. All my fighting made the third orgasm more powerful. While I managed to choke out the number, I didn’t think I would last the entire ten minutes.
I tried to do mental math in the short time between climaxes. The first had taken forty-five seconds. Rounded up to a minute, that would be ten orgasms. Could I handle ten? This wasn’t the same as before, with one gently blending into another. These were distinct, violent. And they got more intense every time. I might actually die.
But whenever a doubt entered my mind, Matt would say something like, “You’re doing so good, princess,” and I wouldn’t endure the next climax. I would ache for it. Want it desperately, with all my soul.
When I got it, that was another story.
One per minute…that’s ten…but forty-five is… I never got far in my private story problem. Another brutal climax would take me over, and I would lose my train of thought. Maybe two a minute…that’s twenty…I’m at seven…but…but…
“Eight!” I screamed, a burst of wet bathing my thighs.
“Oh, look at that,” he marveled. “I’m going to make you taste that, princess.”
I could barely lift my head. My shoulders ached from holding myself up, but the fact that I was restrained severely impaired my ability to adjust position.
“You should see how beautiful this is.” He ran a finger around my opening, on the seam between my flesh and the toy. “You’re so wet, you might as well have just gotten out of the pool. God, I love seeing you spread open like this for me. Thank you, princess.”
I shuddered through another orgasm, no longer strong enough to try to fight.
“Please…” I whimpered. “Please, no more, my dragon.”
“But you’re so close. You’ve only got three minutes left. You don’t want to give up now,” he encouraged me. Or taunted me. It was difficult to tell the difference at the moment.
“I do! I…” Too late. “Ten! Ten! Please make it stop!”
“Are you going to use your word?” he asked. “Are you going to beg for mercy?”
I gritted my teeth. It was only three minutes. Did I want to quit now? What was so different between this and exercising, pushing myself to finish that mile or that rep, knowing that sense of satisfaction at the end would make it all worthwhile?
“No, my dragon,” I sobbed.
Three minutes. Three minutes of the most utterly unpleasant, painfully overstimulated orgasms I’d ever felt in my life. I will never want to come ever again after this, I vowed to myself. Forget a sex island. I would make him buy me a celibacy island.
“Did you lose count?” Matt asked.
“I…” Did I? Where were we? Forty-five seconds…seven… “There are too many!”
And then, there was another. And another. And he counted them for me, waiting until I screamed and convulsed my way through each one, until the timer dinged, and he withdrew the toy.
I moaned in relief, slumping against the headrest.
“Seventeen,” Matt said, his voice full of wonder. “I’m so impressed by your stamina, princess.”
“Did I do a good job?” My teeth chattered uncontrollably.
“A very good job.” The sound of Velcro interrupted him. “Let’s get you out of this.”
My entire body was racked with shivers as he undid the straps and helped me down. My legs didn’t hold me up. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hold me up, either, without tipping sideways, so he pulled me into his lap and we both fell heavily into the armchair.
“Glad I made that decision,” he said with a laugh, stroking my hair.
I snuggled close, fully aware that my bodily fluids were ruining his trousers. I was too exhausted to care. “Did I please you, my dragon?”
“You pleased me very, very much.” He tilted my face up, and I thought I would get a kiss. Instead, he slipped two fingers into my cunt, making me gasp and recoil. They weren’t inside me for long. He withdrew them, held them up to show me the thick, shining juices coating them. “Open.”
I obediently opened my mouth and let him lay those fingers against my tongue.
“Suck them clean. Suck them like you’re sucking my cock.”
I closed my lips, swirling my tongue around his fingers and drawing them deeper. It wasn’t only arousal on my tongue, but my sweat. My skin was damp with it all over, my hair dripping.
“How does that taste, princess?” he asked, pulling his hand back.
It tasted like proof that I’d made him proud of me. Proof that he wanted me. That he’d chosen me. But those were strange things to say. A lot stranger—and way more intimate—than just, “Delicious, my dragon.”