Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Put two fingers into your pussy,” I told Charlotte, and her eyes flew open. I clarified, “Slowly. Not deeply. No further than your nailbeds. Just a touch. I want to see how wet you are.”
“Very,” she gasped, her hand curling under her panties to do as I instructed. “Oh, please let me put them in.”
“Out of the question. Shame on you for asking,” I scolded her. “Are you wet?”
“Mmhm,” she whimpered with longing.
I felt it keenly; I wanted to feel her on my own fingers. Taste her on my tongue. “Show me.”
She pulled her fingers free and held them up. They were glistening; my mouth watered.
“Suck them clean. Since I’m not there to do it, myself.”
Her lips parted and she swirled her tongue around her fingertips, finishing her task by sucking them both in, but only as deep as I’d allowed her to put them in her cunt in the first place.
“You can touch your clit directly now. And I’m trusting you not to come. You have to wait until it’s time,” I reminded her. “On and on, the knights used the princess. Far from slaking their lust, the princess’s agonies of denied pleasure only spurred their lusts higher. Every man fucked every hole while she screamed and thrashed and begged the dragon desperately for release.”
“Please,” my Princess begged.
“I said you have to wait,” I scolded her. “Slow that hand down.”
Her mewl of disappointment went straight to my cock.
“What the princess didn’t know was that the dragon had placed a spell upon her. No matter how close she came to orgasm, she would not go over, even if she wanted to disobey her dragon.”
“She didn’t want to disobey him,” Charlotte breathed.
I chuckled. “No, she didn’t. She wanted to be a good little princess and wait for the dragon’s permission. Are you close?”
A muffled squeak confirmed it.
“The dragon’s spell had another component, as well,” I went on. “And when the knights had collapsed in exhaustion, and the princess was crazed with her need, the dragon began to count down to the end of the spell. When the countdown reaches one, Charlotte, the spell will be broken, and worthy princesses are allowed to come. Do you understand?”
She nodded vigorously.
“The dragon began to count,” I said. “‘Five… four…’”
Her mouth dropped open as she gulped in air, her fingers working harder under her panties.
“‘Three…’ and the princess couldn’t have known that when the spell was broken—two—every orgasm she had been denied would wash over her at the same time.”
“Oh god!” Charlotte curled up from the pillows.
“One.”
Her face contorted in an agony of release, and for a long moment she didn’t seem to breathe. Then, her body became a flurry of motion, hips bucking, legs jerking, and an almost surprised-sounding yelp shocked her into a huge, gasping breath.
The crotch of her panties was soaked.
“And then,” I said gently, after a long, quiet moment passed, “The dragon held the princess and let her slumber until her satiated body recovered.”
Charlotte’s eyes were closed, and remained that way, but she raised her brows and gave me a weak thumbs up.
“Tell me what you’re feeling?” It was a question, not a demand.
“Tired.” Her voice was hoarse. “Sweaty.”
“I want you to get up and go drink some water.” I hadn’t realized how frustrating it would be to not provide after-care in person. I’d thought walking her through it would be enough for me. What I wanted to do was get her that glass of water and wrap her in something warm, to hold her and talk to her until we both came back to ourselves again.
She carried the phone with her as she stumbled to her kitchen. I watched as she gulped it down, then filled it again and repeated it. When she’d slugged back roughly a half gallon, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Gotta stay hydrated.”
“It’s important,” I agreed with a smile. “Now, how do you feel?”
“So good,” she said, running a hand through her sweaty hair. “The edging and the anticipation, it made everything so much more intense.”
“That’s the point. But was everything all right? You don’t feel weird about it?” Jesus, get it together. I was supposed to be comforting and reassuring her, not the other way around.
But she shook her head, staring thoughtfully into the middle distance. “Do you mean, did I feel degraded? Am I going to go to bed tonight and feel icky about doing this?”
“Exactly.”
“No, of course not. If it hadn’t been working for me, I would have stopped.” She shrugged. “How did you feel about it?”
“I had an amazing time. Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate that someone as cool as you wants to fuck me.” And I meant that, deeply.
She rolled her eyes. “Right, I’m sure it’s so difficult for a hot billionaire to get fucked.”