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)
He reached for the lube, and I held my breath. I had to trust that Charlotte would use her safe word if she needed to. When the man slowly removed the plug, she arched her back and moaned, and I took that to mean she knew exactly what she was doing, exactly what she was asking for.
I only knew the man by his club name, Dean. I’d picked him out for my princess specifically because I’d been with him myself and had a fantastic time. But this context was much different than a casual one-on-one hookup. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do with her.
His large, tan hands gripped her ass cheeks and parted them. He spit on her and she jolted. I saw the glimmer of panic in her eyes in the split second before he squeezed a stream of lube over her.
“You’re going to take this cock, slut,” he growled, lubing himself up so thoroughly that it dripped from his shaft and onto the table. “You’re going to take it all the way.”
When Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, another partner tapped his dick against her lips. Someone reached between Dean and Charlotte, a long, thick dildo in his hand. He slid it deep into her pussy while Dean eased into her ass. Her pretty eyes flew open wide while she choked on the dick in her mouth. The man fucking her face reached under her to fondle her tits.
I’d wanted to remain the aloof, commanding, nonparticipating presence from our shared fantasy, but it was too much; watching her get filled in every way, hearing and seeing her pleasure consume her overwhelmed me. I unzipped and freed my aching erection.
Dante was standing by and shot me a knowing smirk before tossing me a bottle of lube. I slicked my palm and slowly stroked, my frustration abating little by little.
Still, whatever beast in me that had created this character of the dragon roared in need. It demanded that I dismiss these men and keep Charlotte all to myself. It clawed at me, urging me to take her hard and make her come so many times, she’d forget any of them ever touched her.
Fuck, it was hot.
Dean gave Charlotte a few easy pumps before he drove in all the way. She screamed in shock and pain, and I kept a close eye on her hand for the signal while his hips slapped against her ass. She didn’t give it, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was all right.
“Princess,” I said, and she jerked her head free to look me in the eye. “I’m checking on you.”
Through panting breaths, she moaned, “I want more.”
I nodded to the man currently holding her hair. “You heard her.”
He directed her mouth back to its former duties.
I tried to hold on for as long as I could. I tried to make it last; stopped to drink something, pick at some food. I focused my attention for a long while on the men who’d already finished. Some of them availed themselves of the banquet, others stayed involved, reaching out to grope Charlotte, cheering on her partners.
The knight in Charlotte’s mouth thrust balls-deep into her throat and shouted, neck cording. She gagged and pulled back, cum dribbling down her chin.
“Fuck, this is tight,” Dean laughed, his voice strained as he pounded into her. “I’m going to fucking come, baby. I’m gonna fill your ass up with this load.”
I reached for my dick, and only a few tugs brought me way too close. I stopped touching myself and clenched my fists; maybe this was payback for the way I’d forced her to edge all day.
She wasn’t being denied anymore. The dildo in her pussy pounded faster. Another participant took up the vibrator. She screamed, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” and thrashed in Dean’s grip. He was too strong. There was no way to escape the sensation, even as she clawed her fingernails against the tabletop.
Dean slammed deep and I watched, entranced, as Charlotte sobbed in pain and the grip of her continued climax.
“Let me have next,” Dante said, slapping Dean on the back. “I’ve been waiting for this pussy all day.”
Dean withdrew, breathing hard, and grabbed some of the wipes from the table to clean up. When he moved aside, Dante took his place. “Turn over, baby girl. I want to see your face while I’m fucking you.”
“Get her clothes off,” a voice suggested.
If anyone other than Dante had picked up the knife with the intent to use it on Charlotte, I would have shut it down right then. But I knew him well enough that I didn’t have to doubt his intent.
When Charlotte flopped to the table, trembling with exhaustion, he rolled her onto her back and slid the blade beneath the last remnants of the dress, cutting upward to protect her. Hands tugged the sleeve from her free arm, and Dante peeled the sopping garment down her shackled one until the other half of the gown hung from the chain. She was completely naked now, her tiara askew, hair wild as it fell from the braid that had been loosened by numerous sets of hands.