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)
Did I want to watch Charlotte struggle and sweat and suffer? Absolutely. Would it make the torment worse for her if I didn’t pay attention to her predicament? Yes, it would. And that’s what I was going for.
“You got waffles?” I asked cheerfully as I sat down to my eggs Benedict. “Good choice. The kitchen makes excellent waffles. From scratch too. No mixes or anything.”
Charlotte whimpered in reply.
I poured myself some coffee and set it aside. “That’s a bit too hot. Wouldn’t want to burn myself.”
I heard the whisper of her legs writhing against the sheet, followed by a gasp of pain.
“Sorry, I’ll let you concentrate. How much time is left?”
“Three minutes and two seconds,” she ground out. “Please, I—”
“Do you feel like you need to come?” I asked, peppering my eggs.
“I feel like I’m burning alive!” she shot back.
“That’s not what I asked, and that’s not how the princess speaks to her dragon.” The warning in my tone carried the threat of two extra minutes. “Try again. Do you feel like you need to come?”
“I’m starting to, my dragon.” Another pathetic whimper. “But it hurts. It hurts so bad!”
“You disobeyed me. This is the consequence.” I cut into the stack of poached egg, ham, and English muffin. “You could always beg for mercy.”
There was no way I’d make her endure something like this without the ability to opt out. If she took the punishment for the full five minutes, that was entirely up to her.
I waited for her to utter the word. She didn’t.
Pride swelled in my chest. She was so good at this.
I was so fucking lucky to have her.
“Let’s review. Why are you being punished?” I asked.
She panted audibly while she gave her answer. “Because I disobeyed my dragon.”
“And how did you disobey?” I prompted.
“I came when I wasn’t allowed to,” she began, then made a frustrated noise. “I couldn’t help it, though! You’re too good at fucking me. Every time you touch me, I want to come.”
“You want it?” I clucked my tongue. “You don’t get to have something just because you want it. That’s very greedy of you.”
“I need it,” she revised, and the words were lost to a groan of mingled pleasure and desire. “When you touch me, I need to come, my dragon.”
“I’m still not convinced that you know the difference between a want and a need.” The timer went off, and I rose to go and help her, though I took my time on my walk to the bed.
“Please! Take it out!” she begged.
“Is being impatient with me going to get you what you want?” I scolded her.
“I’m sorry, my dragon. I’m sorry!” she pleaded as I stood over her. “Please, take it out. I promise, I’ll never disobey you again.”
“I don’t believe you.” I sat beside her on the bed and tugged the ginger root free from her ass. “Especially since you don’t know the difference between what you need and what you desire.” I slipped my hand beneath her. Her clit was swollen and so sensitive, I could feel her pulse against my fingers as I pulled the ginger slice away. “You wanted an orgasm so much, you took one. When they belong to me.”
“I know, they belong to you, my dragon. I am so sorry—”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” I ran my fingertip over the top of her clit, then tossed the root in the trash. “Follow me to the bathroom. Do not touch yourself.”
I washed my hands at the sink, suppressing a grin as she danced on the balls of her feet. Without any haste, I dried my hands and took a washcloth from the cabinet and wet it under the cold tap. “Clean yourself up. Leave the door open, so I know you’re not in here relieving your want. Because you’re not going to orgasm today.”
“But—” she began, her eyes opening wide as she silenced herself.
“The good thing about the ginger is, after the juice is wiped away, the effect lingers. I’m sure you’ll be painfully sensitive all day. Desperate to come. And you’re not allowed to until eight-thirty tomorrow morning.” It was going to be as much torture for me as it would be for her. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck that aching clit into my mouth, to make her scream and writhe and come so hard, over and over, until she begged me to stop. And even then, I was hungry enough that I would keep going.
Hunger. Breakfast. Her food is getting cold.
I took her against my body for a brief embrace and handed her the washcloth. “There. Hurry, while the food is still hot.”
I left the bathroom, laughing at her huge sigh of relief behind me.
* * * *
Charlotte was a vision, easily outshining the beauty of the landscaping and fountains in the garden. No topiary could compete with her figure in her long, airy dress, printed all over with vibrant green leaves and pale flowers. A slender strap held the dress up by looping around her neck and tying at her nape. It took all my self-control to not whisk her off into the hedge maze and give that bow a tug.