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)
“‘Diamond’ it is.” He gives me another kiss, this one longer and deeper, and desire surges to my core. When he leans back, it’s with a satisfied grin. “Let’s practice. Before we go back to the party.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed. He couldn’t be serious. We were in the middle of his mom’s birthday party.
“We have a perfectly private hedge maze,” he argued. “And I know you’re dying for me to touch you.”
“Are you going to let me come?” I doubted it, but I could hope.
“Not until tomorrow. But that’s why this is practice.” He pushed the tip of his cane through the gravel to rest between my feet, then slowly lifted my skirt. “What do you say, princess?”
I couldn’t resist him. “Yes, my dragon.”
“Step out of your panties.”
I wiggled the pale green silk down my hips and let it fall to my ankles.
“Give them to me.”
I put my hand on his shoulder to balance and slipped the panties off and handed them to him.
He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Grinning, he tucked them into his jacket pocket. “I detect a hint of something…spicy.”
I narrowed my eyes but didn’t say anything, in case it qualified as disobedience.
“Hold your skirt up.” He kept his gaze on the apex of my thighs as I lifted the chiffon. “Widen your hands.”
I could only imagine what I looked like standing there with my skirt around my waist, held out to my sides. But Matt certainly seemed to appreciate the view. He took a long, audible breath and slowly brought the handle of his cane to touch my vulva. With the barest pressure, he glided the carved silver dragon up and down my slit until the snarling snout parted me and nestled against my clit.
“Rub yourself on it.”
The cold metal felt so good against my irritated flesh that I didn’t want to rub against it. I wanted it to stay still on my throbbing skin.
He arched a brow. “Is my princess disobeying me?”
I shook my head. “No, not at all.”
Holding my breath, I rocked my hips a little. It was awkward, trying to find the right movement, but once I did, I lost myself in the ridges of the highly detailed dragon head passing back and forth over me. If he’d done this earlier, right after he’d removed the ginger, I would have come immediately. But even now, it felt dangerously good.
“Remember to stop when you need to,” he warned me. “If you don’t, tomorrow will be a very long day for you.”
“For both of us, right?” I asked, my head dropping back. “Since every one of my orgasms belong to you.”
“I can be patient.” He rotated the cane back and forth.
I couldn’t. It was totally unfair to keep getting me wound up and then not delivering. But it was also so hot. Constantly teetering on the edge only made everything more intense when I finally did get to come.
The promise of what had better be a phenomenal wake-up call the next morning was all that stopped me, all that made me say, “Diamond.”
“Take some deep breaths,” he instructed. “Four counts in. Hold for four. Four counts out. Hold for four.”
I wanted to make a joke about this not being yoga class, but the breathing did help. It took my mind off the fact that I was seconds away from the point of no return.
“Take the time to calm yourself down,” he went on. “Eventually, you’ll get so good at this, you won’t need to say the word at all.”
I doubted that. I highly, highly doubted it. But Matt had never steered me wrong before, so I figured I might as well try.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked on my last, shivering exhale.
“If you can do so without coming.”
I fell back into the groove, rolling my pelvis to move my clit over and over the head of the cane.
“One more for practice,” he said. “Then, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, my dragon.” My internal muscles clenched at the thought of him penetrating me. There was no way I’d be able to have him inside me after the ginger this morning and two denied orgasms without going over the edge.
But that’s what the word was for.
Just because I couldn’t reach the peak that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the climb. I slowed my movements, and he followed suit. I savored the zings of pleasure that arrived closer and closer together. I breathed deeply, counted those breaths, and closed my eyes to get hyperaware of my body. Four in, hold, four out, hold. Those spikes of pleasure softened, and the space between them lengthened.
I focused on the sounds around us. The faint party noise and the string quartet. The birds overhead, the fountain behind me.
My wet pussy slicking over the snarling silver dragon.