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)
She twisted her foot on the tile in an attempt to be cutesy, but she’d underestimated the slipperiness of the juice. I threw out a hand to catch her, but she caught herself.
Good thing, because there was no way we both wouldn’t have gone to the floor.
“But…” she started again, walking gingerly around the bar to retrieve a towel. “I thought I would come in, spill juice on the floor, and almost die.”
I leaned heavily on my cane. “You didn’t almost die. I almost died.”
“You’re not always going to get the mileage out of the bear thing that you’re getting now.” She dropped to her knees and wiped up the spill, her sweat-limp hair hanging down and obscuring her face. “It’s wearing pretty thin as it is.”
“What do you care?” I challenged her. “You’re only with me for a week, right?”
She blew her hair out of her eyes to squint at me.
“You made the rules, not me.” Speaking of which. “I thought after some showers and a nap, we could go to the castle and pick out some fun things to try tonight. Just a dragon and his princess.”
She sat back on her heels and looked up at me, all traces of smart-assery gone. “Your princess would love that.”
“Oh?” I watched with amusement as she crawled across the floor the few feet between us to sit at my feet.
“Your princess can’t wait to give you everything you want.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to the top of one foot, then the other. “To let you do whatever you want to her.”
“Whatever I want?” There was way too much for one night.
Her hand slid up my scarred calf, then higher, tickling the back of my knee before winding around my thigh. She clung to me like a woman on the cover of an old fantasy novel and sucked her bottom lip. “How about you pick? Show your princess what you like to do?”
“And if my princess doesn’t like what I want to do?” I asked.
“She’ll tell you.” She leaned forward and kissed my knee, then rose up and trailed her tongue up my inner thigh. “And she trusts that her dragon would never do anything without her permission.”
Trust. She trusted me sexually but remained on the fence about trusting me with her heart.
Maybe one trust would grow into another.
“Let me tell my princess what I’m going to do.” I gripped her hair in my fist and stopped her as her mouth came close to my cock. I held her back, tantalizingly out of reach, while she mewled as if choking herself on my dick was her greatest hunger. “I’m not going to tie her up. I’m going to strap her down so she can’t move a muscle.”
Her lips parted and her gorgeous breasts wobbled as her breathing sped up.
“She’s going to be entirely at my mercy.” I tightened my already rough grip on her hair and tugged up. Without further instruction, she stood. I pulled her head back and plunged my other hand between her legs. She lifted up on the balls of her feet as I drove two fingers deep into her abused cunt. “She’s going to be spread out for me to enjoy her. All of her. Every hole, whatever I want.”
“I—”
“I wasn’t finished,” I warned her sternly. “I’m going to give her a taste of pain. To see what she can take. And so much pleasure, she’ll beg to have that pain back.”
Her tired pussy gripped futilely at my fingers as I pumped them in and out roughly. “She won’t be able to sit down after the spankings I give her. And she won’t be able to walk from coming so hard.”
“Yes, please, my dragon,” she gasped.
“But she’s going to have to follow every instruction,” I continued. “Or else she’ll get nothing. No pleasure. No pain. I’ll ruin every orgasm until she weeps and begs and even then, I won’t let her come. You wouldn’t like that very much, would you, princess?”
“No, my dragon.” She moaned as my thumb pressed against her clit. “I’ll do anything you say.”
“I know you will. Because you’re a good little princess.” I leaned down as if to kiss her, changing course at the last moment to open my mouth wide and press my teeth into the skin of her throat.
She gasped, and I moved on to her nipples, rock hard and flushed on her pretty tits. I gave her a sharp bite, then soothed it with my tongue while she writhed in my grasp. Then I lifted my head. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, princess?”
Her thighs quaked. She gushed over my hand.
I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
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(Charlotte)
“When we’re in New York, can we eat ice cream for lunch every day?” I scraped determinedly at the last traces of mint chocolate chip on the sides of my bowl.