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)
The age thing. I truly didn’t like to think about it. “Are you insinuating that it’s going to take more than my emotional immaturity and vast fortune to make this relationship work?”
“If you’re interested in the long haul, yeah.” He spread his hands in finality. “But like you said, I’m not your therapist.” He got to his feet. “I’m going to rest up before tonight, because the party sounds wild. You’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Heading back to New York. Charlotte’s giving me a one-week trial run before we get more serious.” More serious than planning a surprise gang bang, anyway.
“I’m staying until Tuesday. I’ll see you at group next week?” he asked.
“Two weeks.” It might be pathetic to reschedule activities with my friends to be with my new girlfriend, but I had no idea what Charlotte’s plans were after our week was up. “If we go back to a long-distance relationship situation, I don’t want to waste in-person time with her.”
“Fair.” He headed to the door. “Call me when you get back.”
I sat on the sofa for a long while, considering what life might be like when I returned to New York. I’d come to Ascend Red to put the disability thing behind me. After that conversation, I couldn’t pretend anymore. When I got home, the cane, the scars, the mobility issues all came with me. This was life now.
I hoped that when Charlotte had the same realization, it wouldn’t chase her away.
* * * *
Tiffany emerged about an hour later, a smirk on her face, to inform me that Charlotte was ready.
Almost ready. I had asked them to give me the job of getting her dressed.
When I entered the bedroom, Charlotte was pacing, flushed, covered in a sheen of perspiration. Through the bathroom door, I glimpsed a wand vibrator and a double-ended dildo.
They’d been busy girls, indeed.
Charlotte turned to me, relief written all over her face. “Please tell me my surprise is an orgasm.”
“Oh, I’m sure it will be.” More than one, if she was as worked up as I imagined. “But later.”
“You said later when it was before,” she pointed out with a little pout that would have no effect on my resolve. “It’s later now.”
“It can be much later, if you’d prefer,” I warned. I went to the wardrobe and opened it, removing the garment bag Miranda had delivered that morning. “Would you like a hint as to what your surprise is?”
She sat on the edge of the bed, thighs squeezed together. “Please.”
I hooked the hanger over the wardrobe door and pulled down the zipper, spilling yards of delicate pink velvet, virginal white linen, and woven gold trim out to their full length.
She gasped.
I thought she was probably getting a full understanding, rather than a hint.
“Let’s get you dressed, princess,” I said, offering her nothing more.
I laid the gown on the bed. It was far more complicated than I’d imagined; an intricately beaded white dress underneath the pink velvet outer shell that laced up the front.
“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed.
“It is.” Where Miranda got something like this at the last minute, I had no clue. I mentally bumped up the raise she deserved to fifty percent. “Pity it’s going to be destroyed by the end of the night.”
A visible shiver racked her body. “Is this…what I think? My surprise, I mean?”
“Most likely, given your reaction.” I offered her my hand and she rose to stand over me, every glorious, naked inch of her. I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands at her waist and dragged them down the smooth, luscious skin of her hips. “Let’s get you dressed, and I’ll tell you all about it?”
“Please,” she whispered.
I unlaced the pink part of the dress and separated it from the white underneath, to put that on first. The material was sheer; when I helped her pull it over her head and drop it to the floor, her creamy skin and hard nipples were visible through it. The beading along the bottom of the skirt helped weigh it down, skimming every curve.
“Your dragon is going to share you tonight,” I began, making careful adjustments to the garment that allowed me to cup her breasts and wander my fingers down her stomach. “With twenty of his hand-selected knights.”
“Like the story,” she rasped.
“Do you think you can take them?” I asked. “Twenty?”
“Forty,” she snapped back. “You have no idea what today has been like.”
“Oh, I’ve been edged to near insanity before,” I assured her. “Are you into this? We can cancel at any time, and I’m not going to be upset. You know that, right?”
“Of course, I know that. I’m overwhelmed that you would go to this length to—”
“Make your fantasy come true?” I winked at her. “What did I tell you I was in the business of doing?”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. Then, a hiccupping sob tore from her throat, and she cleared it away. In a tremulous voice, she said, “The princess wasn’t allowed to come until all twenty had finished with her.”