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)
“Not tonight,” I promised, kissing her head. “Tonight, the princess is going to come as much as she wants.”
“The princess is going to come the second someone touches her,” she warned.
“Then the princess is going to have a wonderful night.” I reached for the pink dress, uncertain for a moment how she was supposed to put it on. “Do you step into it or…”
She raised her arms. “Over my head.”
The velvet, like the linen, hugged her body, a second skin all the way to her hips, where the voluminous skirt flared out. The sleeves, likewise, were huge, draping all the way to the floor. She really did look like something out of a storybook.
I picked up the ends of the gold laces threaded through the grommets. Not too tight; they were simply decoration because she still needed to breathe. “No one will do anything you don’t like. They’ve all been sent a list of your limits.”
“I trust you.”
The words hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. They physically knocked the wind out of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard them, but somehow, knowing we were about to play out a fantasy that had been so formative to our relationship, they meant more this time.
“Are you going to watch?” she asked.
“Isn’t that what the dragon did?” I managed to keep my voice even and playful through the lump of emotion in my throat. “Is my princess going to make me proud?”
A flush crept up her neck. “Yes, my dragon.”
I led her to the full-length mirror near the bathroom. “Look at you. A real princess.” I hesitated. “Except…”
The final touches had come in a separate box, which Miranda had put directly into my safe. I doubted anyone had planned an elaborate heist, but it was valuable. I’d purchased it through a jeweler and had it hand delivered by courier overnight. I carried the surprisingly heavy wooden box to the bed with difficulty I miraculously concealed and opened the lock with the small golden key provided.
“This is not going to be destroyed,” I promised her, folding back the protective fabric to reveal the contents.
She gasped.
Inside, a golden tiara studded with pale rubies and huge, flawless diamonds winked up at her. Nestled beside it was a gold-plated, titanium-core plug, the base decorated with gold filigree around a perfect, blindingly white fifty-carat, round-cut diamond.
“Is that a real—”
“Yeah,” I said with an embarrassed laugh. “And it’s officially the most expensive sex toy I own. Custom. Though, the tiara is not.”
“I don’t know, secondhand tiara…” she teased. “Seriously, how long have you been planning this?”
“The butt plug? A couple of weeks.” I’d intended it to be a parting gift, something extravagant to remember me by if she’d decided against a relationship.
Because I was petty, and I knew any future partner wouldn’t have been able to top it.
“Tonight?” I went on. “Two days.”
She never took her gaze off the box. “You’re magic.”
My ego should have been thoroughly stroked, but my vanity knew no bounds. I lifted the tiara out gently. Asia had given me detailed instructions earlier about proper spacing and how to make sure the tiara was secure. It had cost almost as much as the damn plug.
“This is too much,” Charlotte said quietly.
“It’s not enough,” I argued. “Dragons are supposed to have piles and piles of treasure.”
I settled the tiara atop her head—“not like a headband,” as Asia had instructed—and arranged the combs carefully to keep it in place. I put my hands on Charlotte’s shoulders to urge her a step back. Her hair had been swept into a long braid with loose curls falling around her face, and the tiara nestled in the cushion created by the pinned waves center-parted at her forehead.
I turned her toward the mirror again. “Tonight, you’ll be wearing fourteen million dollars’ worth of your dragon’s treasure.”
Her eyes went panic-wide at the number.
“And it still won’t be the most valuable thing in his hoard.” I leaned down, pressing my cheek to hers. “The jewels, the gold, this whole damn island? None of it compares to how much I value you.”
Tears rose in her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re doing this all for me.”
Partially. Watching the woman I loved get fucked by twenty guys wasn’t exactly a selfless act when it was bound to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my lifetime.
Until we found a way to top it.
I finished her sentence for her. “Because I love you.”
She turned in my arms and I kissed her, long and slow and with every ounce of what I felt for her. Her head tipped back, and she moaned, pushing me away. “No offense, but I’ve been on the edge all day long and even just kissing is going to make me come.”
I went to the box and lifted up the plug with a grimace of feigned pity. “Then you’re going to have to be a good girl and hold back, because this is the final touch.” I patted the bed. “Bend over, princess.”