Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Vincent’s holding my hand that’s not fidgeting, almost my firm rock and protector. His eyes are drinking me in, and they’re full of love as well. His happy energy is infectious, making me want to laugh for no reason at all.
“You two are getting along awfully well,” I say, raising an eyebrow and looking at both of them.
“What’s the point in fighting when we both want you?” Nathan says. His words are like molten heat in my veins.
“Yeah. For now there’s no point. There’s a bedding ceremony to look forward to.” Vincent leans in.
“Most bedding ceremonies are boring,” a prime minister from another country says, eavesdropping from down the table. He’s made no attempts to hide the fact that he thinks my marriage to two men is strange. Old pervert, he wants to know what deeds we’re planning to do for the viewing of elite political guests such as himself.
Nathan and Vincent look at each other and laugh.
Vincent speaks first. “Not a chance there, we don’t do boring.”
Raising his glass, Nathan nods. “Yeah, we haven’t waited this long to have our bride to do anything less than put on a show.”
I bring my glass up to clink it with Nathan’s.
Vincent kisses me on the cheek quickly before I drink.
I’m so happy right now my heart could burst.
My mother stands and raises her own glass, centering herself between all the garden tables. “It is time for the bedding ceremony!” she announces.
I can barely breathe, I’m so excited.
“You two better work together and give these people a show as promised,” I say with a laugh, taking each of their hands.
Elinor blushes furiously, and I see Marius trace a finger over her forearm. He’s asking her if they want to sit together in the bedding. Romance in this kingdom is truly getting a makeover, and I think it’s a pretty good improvement, don’t you?
Chapter Ten
Isadora
The room is spacious with enough space for our audience to watch. The bed is on a platform so it hangs in the middle of the room.
“We want to tie you up, is that okay?” Vincent asks. Why? But the thought excites me. The blood in my pussy heats up, and I feel agitated in the best way.
“Yes,” I permit them. I feel the audience grow excited and addicted to what is about to take place here.
I’m naked, my limbs spread so I’m tied to the bedposts. My legs are especially eagle spread, and there’s not a single person in here who can’t see my unmentionables. They can look right at my pussy if they want to. Or my breasts, or my pointy nipples because it’s a bit chilly in here.
I’m completely helpless, and everyone can watch now to see whatever it is Nathan and Vincent plan to do to me.
It appears to be part Bedding Ceremony and part sacrifice, in the most delicious way possible. I look up at Nathan, who is standing on the right side of the bed, gently running his fingers up and down my arm from elbow to the palm of my hand. His fingers go over the knot of rope keeping my wrist bound to the post. We gaze at each other—I wonder what he’s about to do to me, and he’s keeping it a nice secret. There’s something about him touching me and getting to know the touch of his warm, thick fingers all over again as I lie here helpless, that really turns me on.
His hands can roam anywhere they want. My body is a land of flesh for him to explore, intrude; it’s also the same for Vincent.
They study me, they touch me, they smell my sex, and so does everyone in the audience. I struggle, lifting my head to look out at all of them as Nathan continues to taunt me with his fingertips, dragging them over and over again, from my wrist to my neck and back down as he trails them over my tits.
“Oh…”
I shut my eyes as he does this again. They want to see who is going to give me the biggest orgasm. It’s kind of perverted that all these people are about to watch this. I’m comforted by Nathan’s touch. But then Vincent gets on the bed and tries to steal the show.
His hand traces up my leg to my inner thigh, and my leg moves only to pull on the thick rope that has my ankle bound. I can’t move, and I can’t close my legs. I don’t want to, but for some reason this is my body’s reaction.
Shyness takes over. All these eyes on my pussy. Vincent touches it, and my head lifts from the pillow as my wrists pull on the rope.
The audience gasps and enjoys the little but sudden reaction I give Vincent. Nathan watches me, placing his hand on my face and running it along my cheek to my mouth.