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)
“I’m sorry, my dragon,” I babbled. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
“Close your mouth and lay down,” he snapped.
I took a shaky step toward the bed.
“On the floor.” He snapped his fingers. “Princesses who don’t obey don’t get to be comfortable.”
As I laid down on the plush carpet, all I could think about was the even larger mess we were about to make. My legs were wet to the calves from my squirting, my cunt messy and smeared and leaking.
Matt dropped heavily to his knees. I almost asked if he was okay, but that would break the game and maybe even cause him some embarrassment. I did only what he asked, saying perfectly still until he spread my legs and jerked them up over his shoulders.
“Who do your orgasms belong to?” he demanded, the head of his cock poised at my opening.
“You, my dragon!”
“But you had one, anyway.” He entered me brutally, forcing a shout of pain from my throat. “Should you have done that?”
“No, my dragon!”
“Are you going to do it again?” Another deep, merciless thrust.
“No!”
“No?” He arches a brow as he sneers down at me.
“No, my dragon!” Oh god, it’s going to happen again. I’m going to come again from this scolding alone.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can feel you squeezing me. You’re getting ready for another one, aren’t you? You were going to take another orgasm that doesn’t belong to you.”
“I can’t help it, my dragon,” I whimper. “Your cock feels so good! Please, I can’t help it!”
“Then come, you greedy slut,” he snarls. “Come on your dragon’s cock.”
He presses my hips down with one large hand splayed across my mound and his thumb finds my clit to rub it furiously, bringing me the rest of the way as he continues to pound into me.
“Thank you, my dragon!” I wail, gripping down on his unyielding flesh, my legs flailing, desperate to wrap around him. But he doesn’t allow me that closeness. I lay spent on the carpet while he batters my sore pussy and finally pulls out, jerking himself off with two fast tugs. He uses the hand on my clit to spread my labia wide and groans loudly, spraying his cum over my already sopping cunt and vulva. He waits until every last drop oozes onto me, then sits back on his heels. “Get on the bed. Spread your legs.”
I thought we were finished, but I do as he commands, getting to my weak legs and staggering to the bed. By the time I’ve laid down, my ass at the edge and my legs open wide, his cum still trickling over me, he’s gotten himself back up and makes his way to me, each thump of his cane on the floor sending a pulse of renewed desire through my pelvis.
He stands over me for a moment, the hardened expression of my disappointed dragon sending daggers of trepidation straight into my heart. I know it’s all a game, but the fact that I didn’t follow the rules, that I’m going to be punished? It feels so real that I could cry at my failure.
I want to be a good princess for him.
I want to please my dragon.
He smears his cum into my skin, slicks it over my clit and between my labia, pushing some into my cunt with three coated fingers. He pumps them, then withdraws and lays down beside me to force those three fingers into my mouth. My lips stretch uncomfortably, and I have a moment of panic, thinking maybe I can’t breathe. I can, through my nose, and it calms me.
“Clean them,” he orders, and I obediently suck and lick every drop of our mingled juices from his fingers.
“I was going to come in your mouth again, but bratty princesses don’t get a prize.” He pulled his fingers out and gripped my chin, tilting my face so he could look me in the eye. “You’re not going to receive your punishment tonight. You’ll wake up to it. You’re going to stay filthy and sticky, and in the morning, I’m going to make you regret your disobedience.”
“How?” I ask, my throat dry.
He sits up and pulls his shirt off over his head, then kicks off his shoes. Without sparing me even a glance, he says only, “Pain.”
While I lay there, worried about what that might mean, he goes to the minifridge and returns with a bottle of water. “Here. You need to recover. I’m sure you’re dehydrated.”
I laugh raggedly and sit up. He’s not joking. While I sip it, I glance around the room. I snort a little chuckle.
“What’s that about?” he asks, kicking his shoes off and pushing down his trousers.
“Nothing. I had this vision of you sweeping all those block castles to the floor and fucking me against that shelf.” It would be the nerdiest sex anyone ever had.