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)
“You did, princess,” I said gently. “And are you pleased?”
She nodded weakly, an elated smile on her lips. “That was…incredible.”
I helped her sit up, but it was immediately clear that she would not be able to walk on her own.
Shame coursed through me. Shame that I knew was undeserved, because it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t carry her. My arms ached to, though, to lift her up and hold her against my chest and carry her off to tend to her.
Dante was at my side in an instant and said, low, “Do you want some help?”
No, I didn’t want help. I wanted to be able to carry my girlfriend back to the house by myself. But I nodded and managed to choke out, “Thank you.”
“Come on, I’ve got you,” Dante—no, in this context, in the way he was helping me out, he was my friend Alex—lifted her into his arms the way I desperately wanted to.
“Go ahead,” I said, nodding toward the doors. As I followed them, hating every step, I addressed the remaining guests. “Thank you, gentlemen, truly. This was a shared fantasy between Charlotte and I, and obviously it wouldn’t have been possible without your participation.”
I barely heard the smattering of thank-yous in response. It was one thing to need to involve other people in a fantasy. It was another thing altogether to not be able to provide the kind of aftercare you wanted to provide your sub after that fantasy had been acted out.
The cart waited at the bottom of the stairs outside. Alex stood beside it, still holding Charlotte, who appeared to be dozing off. It was no wonder; I’d never seen anyone do what she’d done in there.
“Get in,” Alex said, and once I did, he surprised me by settling Charlotte in my lap. “I’ll ride with you, and we can get her into the house.”
I swallowed my self-pity the moment Charlotte’s head lolled onto my shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her fingers curling around a lapel of my jacket. She toyed with it absently, silent as the driver took us back to the house.
Alex carried her in and to my bedroom, asked if I needed anything else, and believed me when I said I didn’t. That was more important to me than I think he understood; it had been a long time since I’d been able to tell someone I was fine on my own and had them believe me.
When he left, Charlotte, struggling to keep her eyes open, said, “The sheets… I’m gross.”
“Don’t worry about the sheets. We can wash them,” I promised.
“I need a shower.” But she couldn’t push herself up from the bed. “I’m so—”
“Exhausted,” I supplied for her firmly. “If you don’t stay there in that bed, your dragon will be very displeased.”
A sleepy smile touched her lips. “Okay, but I still feel gross.”
“Your dragon can take care of that,” I promised. “Give me a minute.”
I left her in the bed and went to the kitchen, where I found a large bowl in one of the cupboards. I took it to the master bath, filled it with hot water, then made a secondary trip for soap and a mound of towels and washcloths.
I’d had enough sponge baths in the hospital that I could pull one off for someone else, no problem. When I touched the damp cloth to her cheek, her eyes fluttered open.
I hushed her preemptively. “You sleep. I’ll clean.”
“That was amazing,” she said, her throat hoarse. “I can’t believe we did that.”
We. That was exactly what I’d hoped for, without realizing it. I’d wanted her to know that this was between the two of us, despite twenty other people being involved. We’d done it for each other.
“Did I get through all twenty?” she asked.
“You did. In one way or another.” I dropped the soapy washcloth on the floor and wetted a fresh one with clean water, gently wiping her face. Traces of makeup remained, but she could do a more thorough job of it in the morning. “Some of them, you did twice.”
“I feel like my vagina and my asshole are going to fall out,” she said, and I laughed along with her at her crude words.
“They both deserve a break,” I agreed.
She shook her head adamantly. “I could fuck you right now, Matt. I want you so bad.”
“You can want all you like, but you need to rest.” I moved on to her neck. The dried cum in her hair was another job for tomorrow, but I could help get some of it off her throat and shoulders, at least.
“At one point, I didn’t even realize the other men were there,” she went on, wonder in her voice. “It was like you were doing all those things to me through them. But it wasn’t enough. It’s like… I crave you. I know that sounds silly.”