Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
When he touched the vibe to that unprotected, deeply sensitive organ, I bucked and tried to shout. He pumped his hips slowly, groaning in satisfaction. The relentless throb of the vibrator made incredibly quick work of me. My legs jerked and thrashed, and I almost drowned on my own spit as I took deep, gulping breaths. The pleasure burst, an unstoppable force tearing through me, then turned into the worst torment.
“Fuck, I love hearing you struggle to scream.” He clicked the vibrator onto a pulsing pattern. The bastard. Direct, relentless stimulation would numb me fast, and he knew it. Now, I had no hope of escape.
Matt was vocal during sex, and we’d had enough of it that I knew exactly what certain noises meant. So, I wasn’t surprised when he abruptly pulled out, pinching the base of his cock and cursing.
I giggled, then almost immediately inhaled the copious amount of saliva running up my face.
“You’ll live,” was his only response. The callous indifference was new. Mean. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did.
Under control once more, he ordered, “Hold that vibrator right there. Don’t you dare give yourself a break.”
You needed to take one, I almost responded. But there would be a consequence if the princess talked back. Plus, it thrilled me to know that he did have to take a break. That he wanted me so much, his staying power was imperiled. That even though he was in charge, I could have snatched that control from him with a well-timed swipe of my tongue, if I’d wanted to.
But I didn’t want that. I wanted him to control me, to reduce me to a creature that took orders, obeyed them, didn’t have to think about what would come next. I wanted him to suspend me in a moment of pure pleasure that erased everything else about me.
Luckily, that’s what he wanted to give me, and what he wanted to take in return.
He laid down beside me and pulled me in close, reaching past the wand to find my opening. The barest touch was nearly enough to push me over; when he hooked his fingers inside and pressed hard on my g-spot, I tumbled into a release so intense, my wail hurt my throat.
“Again,” he ordered, brushing my hand aside to change the vibration pattern again. I twisted and kicked, but he leveraged his arm over me, trapping me against the bed and holding the toy tight to my body.
“I can’t!” I sobbed. “Not again!”
“You can and you will. Unless you want to beg me for mercy.” The subtle reminder of my safe word was couched in a challenge. Did I want to submit to him, or would I take the easy way out?
I gritted my teeth and shook my head, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as his fingers worked inside me.
“You’re going to come so hard you ruin this duvet. Do you understand me?” He pressed his fingertips tighter against my g-spot.
“I understand you, my dragon!” I managed to get out before my body bowed and tightened and the unbearable pressure of another orgasm built and broke in record time.
“Again!”
When would it end, I wondered. When would it be enough? When would my dragon be satisfied?
I hoped never, even as he turned up the speed on the wand and added a third digit to his assault.
“What did you think you’d find out there, without me, princess?” he growled in my ear. “Did you think you were going to find someone who could do this to you?”
“No!” I shouted, curling up from the bed.
“Because you wouldn’t,” he warned. “No matter where you go or what you do, your dragon is the only one who will ever make you feel this.”
“Yes, my dragon!” I agreed wholeheartedly. Because I’d had plenty of partners in the past and no one had ever come close to what I felt when I was with Matt.
“Come,” he ordered, and as if he could make it happen with a word, it did happen. So fast and hard that my calves cramped, so powerfully that I felt a wet burst cascade over his hand, down my ass.
He pulled his hand free and snarled, “Open your fucking legs for me.”
They were already splayed apart, but I widened them, welcomed him back into my body and cried out, “Thank you!” as he sank deep. The vibrator stayed trapped between us, still hit me perfectly in the most awful ways while Matt’s cock flexed in my cunt. He stayed like that, deep, barely moving, and braced his hands on either side of my head.
His gaze captured mine and held it. There was nothing playful about this now. Neither of us were acting out our roles. For one long moment, we were Matt and Charlotte, not the dragon and his princess.