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)
“Yes, my dragon,” I whispered.
“Good. Because twenty knights are waiting to rescue you from the dragon. Prove that you don’t want to be.” The hand at the back of my neck slid around to cover my throat. He exerted minimal pressure, and I lay back at that urging. “What do you say if you want it to stop?”
“I say ‘mercy,’ my dragon.” My voice was barely audible.
“And when your mouth is stuffed full of a stranger’s cock? What then?” he prompted.
I snapped my fingers five times, and he nodded, appeased.
He took a seat at the head of the table, close enough to touch me if he wanted to. Certainly, close enough that he’d see every flicker of lust on my face, hear every slap of another man’s cock pounding into me. He filled a goblet from one of the pitchers and nodded to the dark corners of the room.
The doors around the perimeter opened.
The knights had arrived.
Every man he’d selected had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their shirts alone probably cost more money than my parents had wasted sending me to college. The knights were devastatingly handsome, but I only recognized a few of them from around the resort.
I searched out Dante. Our eyes met, and he gave me a nod and a crooked smile. I recognized the man who’d fucked me over the roulette table, but tonight he sported salt-and-pepper stubble that matched his hair. Another of the knights had been at the lube orgy. I had no idea if I’d fucked him.
If I hadn’t, I would.
The men closed in on the table, lining up ten on each side, all of them sporting various levels of anticipation written on their faces in smirks and smiles. Maybe at the silliness of it all? Because it was silly, and over-the-top. But that’s what they’d come to Ascend Red for, I supposed.
“Gentlemen,” Matt addressed them. He didn’t stand. “As you see, the princess you’ve come to rescue is hardly in need of rescuing. She’s a common slut, ready to spread her legs for any knight who enters my domain. She’s here for your pleasure, and hers, and mine. Avail yourself of the wine, the food, her pretty mouth, her open cunt, her tight ass. Enjoy anything you see on my table. We’ll let luck decide who goes first.”
He pulled something from his pocket.
I groaned, but not in desire. Mortification. He’d brought a piece of nerdy D&D equipment with him, one of those big, twenty-sided dice. He caught my gaze and gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, and he rolled the die.
“Nine,” he called.
It was happening.
Oh god, this was it.
The first knight who approached was tall, broad-shouldered and tan like a surfer. His blond hair was carelessly pushed back, long enough to brush the collar of the black jacket he wore. My heart thundered as he nudged the bench out of his way with his knee.
“I heard you’ve been waiting to come all day.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Do you want to come, now?”
I couldn’t find my voice. I nodded, eyes wide, my heart beating so hard, the silk of my gown ticked against my chest.
He didn’t touch me. He watched me.
“You’re so pretty, laying there helpless,” he said. “You’re going to be such a mess when we’re all through with you.”
“Please,” I whimpered, finally able to speak.
“Are you begging?” He raised an eyebrow, then looked to Matt. “You’re right. She is a common slut.”
My pussy clenched at the forbidden word. I shouldn’t want to hear myself called something so derogatory and misogynistic. I shouldn’t want to be used by these men like an object.
But I did. I wanted it.
“Please.” I pushed myself up on my elbows, wetting my lips. I didn’t know what else to say, so I repeated myself. “Please.”
He reached for the laces on my overdress and pulled one dangling end, slowly tugging the knot free. With maddening slowness and without touching my body, he unlaced me until the pink dress fell open, leaving me in the silk chemise beneath.
In a movement so sudden and violent that it made me squeak in fear, he grabbed the white silk and ripped it completely open to my waist. Involuntary instinct made me reach to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the table.
“A minute ago, you were begging me. You can’t play the shy maiden now.” He captured one of my nipples between his teeth, and I arched up. His forearm slipped under the small of my back, bowing my body as he trailed his tongue from between my breasts to my navel. He released me and straightened, a hand on each of my knees, the silk gown stretched between them.
Some of the other men moved closer to watch, while a few took seats at the place settings laid out and began to help themselves to the food on offer.