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)
She whimpered in distress.
But my good little princess did as she was told.
CHAPTER TEN
(Charlotte)
The castle was empty when we arrived. At least, empty of resort guests. I assumed the hand-picked twenty were somewhere in the building.
Twenty. My brain spun, and my heart jumped into my throat. Twenty men, all doing whatever they wanted to me. Whatever they wanted, within the broad parameters I’d set with my resort contract.
Matt stepped down from the cart that had brought us and offered me his hand. He’d dressed in all black again, suit, tie, jacket, everything the same shade in different fabrics. And he looked so, so good.
A velvet rope stretched across the front doors of the castle, and a staff member unhooked it for us. A sign in a metal stand at the bottom of the stairs read, “Private Event Invitation Only.”
“Where’s all the fucking happening tonight, then?” I asked, giving Matt a sidelong smirk.
“Were you under the impression there wouldn’t be any fucking in here tonight?” he asked as we stepped into the castle lobby. The lights were off, and the space was lit with flickering light from fake torches.
“Oh, very medieval,” I said with a giggle.
“Don’t worry. The other events have been moved to various locations around the island. Nobody’s fucking will be impeded by our good time.” He nodded toward the stairs. “This way.”
He led me to the theater, along a path also lined with the faux-medieval torches. Were they a little bit corny, a little Halloween-store? Sure, but it was touching as hell that he’d gone to these lengths.
Besides, he’d probably bankrupted himself on the tiara and butt plug. Both of which were absurd. The entire thing was. The fact that I was dating a man who owned a sex island was absurd. My life had become utterly ridiculous.
And super fun.
“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the theater doors.
I took a deep breath and nodded, expecting to see the twenty men assembled inside. To my surprise, when Matt threw open the doors, the theater was empty. A long, wide table sat in the center of the otherwise bare floor, heavenly smells wafting from the mounds of food on offer.
My jaw dropped. It looked like a medieval banquet, with whole roast hens and steaming pies, towers of fruits and pastries, pewter goblets and rustic tankards, and near the head of the table, a narrow section with a single thick, iron shackle bolted directly to the wood. Scattered among all the normal things one would find on a banquet table were toys and lubes, wet wipes, and condoms for those who might want to use them.
I hoped none of them did. If I didn’t leave the castle tonight bathed in cum and unable to walk right, I would be very disappointed.
“Hop up, princess,” Matt instructed, guiding me between two of the rough-hewn benches lining the sides.
I did so, but gingerly. It was difficult to forget that I had a priceless sex toy in my butt. The entire way there, all I’d thought about was how I would accidentally lose the giant diamond affixed to it. Not that it would be impossible to find. It was so big, it would probably leave a dent in the floor if someone dropped it.
I sat on the edge of the table and Matt stepped between my spread knees as far as my skirt would allow. He reached for the shackle on its long chain. “Right or left arm?”
“Left,” I answered, and held it out obediently. “My dragon.”
He latched the cuff around my wrist and in almost the same instant grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me forward. I thought he would go in for a kiss; instead, he bit my lip, pulling a startled cry from my throat. My earlier denied orgasms were a persistent throb between my legs. Every nerve sang, every primal instinct warned me that I was captured.
“Do you remember the story?” he asked, his mouth a breath away from mine.
My voice stuck in my throat.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’ the dragon ordered her,” he quoted. I knew he’d recorded that call. Had he watched it often enough that he’d memorized it? He must have, because the words matched too closely the story burned into my memory. “And she obeyed him, begging the knights to use her, to fuck her mouth and her cunt and her ass, to defile her until their lusts were sated and no prince desiring a chaste maiden would want her. And when they were finished, the dragon would bestow sacks of gold upon them as a reward, for he, too, wished to see his princess behave like the common slut he knew her to be.”
I shivered and squeezed my thighs together.
“Are you going to behave that way for me tonight?” he asked, giving my bottom lip another sharp nip.