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’m seriously going to die,” I warned her.
“What a way to go.” She braced her hands on my chest and wiggled her feet beneath her, raising and lowering over me in a crouch. It felt awful. And awfully good.
“How long do you think I can keep it up?” she asked, barely breathing hard despite the quick, sharp bouncing on her knees.
Judging from that alone, I knew the answer was, “a long time.” But what I said was, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” because her tight grip and maddening rhythm, coupled with the hypersensitivity, were quickly bringing me back to a painful peak. “I’m coming, princess.”
She giggled with delight, and she didn’t change a thing. She didn’t speed up or go deeper, and my poor cock spasmed helplessly, barely inside her already cum-slick pussy.
“Okay, that’s…” I couldn’t speak. I lifted her bodily off me. “That’s enough.”
“Did I do a good job, my dragon?” she asked with a grin, sliding across the sheets and leaving a streak of wet.
My gaze fixed on her pussy, displayed by her raised and spread knees. “Oh yes. You did a very good job, princess.”
I was going to have to think of one hell of a reward.
***
I dozed off briefly and woke while it was still dark. Charlotte lay beside me, her ginger-gold hair spilled across the pillow, mouth slack in sleep. Not wanting to wake her, I got up as carefully as I could and limped around cautiously in the dark until I found my cane. Then, I headed upstairs.
In my den, I sat on the couch and opened my laptop. I located the file Miranda had sent me, Charlotte’s contract and questionnaire she’d signed and filled out before even setting foot on the plane to the island.
Something she’d said in the shower was hanging around the back of my mind. She’d said I made her feel like the princess in the story I’d told her during our phone sex. I wondered if there was some way we could make that real.
I knew she was okay with group sex and public sex. I scrolled to that section and smiled to myself. She’d checked “yes” for gang bangs, defined as six or more participants.
I tried to remember how many knights I’d put into my story. Then, I remembered that I’d recorded it. Though my phone was locked up with all the other personal phones on the island, I had a copy on my laptop that I’d…reminisced fondly with. Many times.
It had been hell being apart from her back then. Wanting to touch her, knowing she was all the way across the fucking country. What was I going to do when she finally went back home and we were long-distance again? I didn’t have any worries about our relationship surviving; I was in this for the long haul with her. Maybe I had fuck-colored glasses on, but I didn’t foresee that changing. Still, I couldn’t demand that she live with me in Manhattan full-time, right off the bat. It would scare her away.
I opened the video and turned up the volume. The footage was somewhat grainy, but there was Charlotte, naked, waiting to obey me.
A silly little game had started all of this. If I hadn’t told her a simple, filthy bedtime story while she masturbated, the scene between the princess and her dragon in the bedroom downstairs wouldn’t have happened. Maybe it would have, but not in the same way, with the same dynamic.
I’d known what Charlotte needed from me in that one phone call. And while the underlying reason for that need broke my heart, I was so grateful that I could provide the escape for her. That she could understand my feelings for her, as long as they were kept within the confines of our silly game.
I watched the video much longer than I originally intended to. Twenty knights. That might be a few too many, realistically. But I would love to see her try. I went back to her contract and copy/pasted some items into a desktop note. She’d left practically nothing off the table for me, except medical play, blood, things that were toilet related… There was a wealth of kink I could build into this experience for her.
It could be our send-off, I realized. She’d said she only wanted to stay on the island for a few days. Why not stage this scene the night before we left? Let handpicked guests get their fill of her while I watched? That’s what the dragon had done.
Of course, I was a much more benevolent dragon. I wouldn’t deny her orgasms. I would make sure she had too damn many. If she’d thought tonight had been extreme…
I didn’t message Miranda yet; it was the middle of the night, but she would answer, regardless of her state of consciousness. I didn’t like to be that boss. Instead, I typed up a list of what I would need, how I would like things meticulously staged. I would also need to look at the current roster of guests and send out invitations to the members I selected. And the schedule for the castle would have to be cleared, event locations temporarily rearranged, and alternate playrooms set up.