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)
“Oh fuck, I love getting spanked,” she gasped. “I’ll buy your plane ticket.”
“Shush. Don’t speak unless spoken to.” I went on with my story. “The knight stretched the princess’s cunt wide, every thrust raking his iron-hard shaft across her clit. She tried to squirm away, but the knight, in a frenzy of lust, held her hips still in his huge hands while he pounded into her. The princess struggled to hold back, but she couldn’t fight it. She was close. So close. Nearly there and weeping at the cruel punishment that lay ahead.
“And when it seemed all was lost, the knight pulled out and shot ropes of cum over her belly and her thighs. Though she knew she would be punished if she orgasmed, at that moment the denial seemed crueler than any punishment the dragon could dream up.”
Charlotte’s legs shifted restlessly. “Sorry for interrupting but I think… I might…”
“Then take your hands away for a moment. Tell me when you’re ready to continue. And stop writhing around like that. It distracts you,” I scolded her.
“From the story?”
“From what you’re feeling,” I clarified. Because fuck the story entirely. I could barely keep the damn thing straight.
“Isn’t it good to be distracted from what I’m feeling? So I don’t come?” she asked.
“No. The point is feeling it and fighting it. Like the princess in the story. I want your mind at war with your body over something you desperately crave. Something you need but resist. And I want you locked in that battle solely because you want to please me. Is that something you’d like to do?” I asked. That was the biggest question, because it seemed like the heart of submission, in my opinion. The desire to please one’s dom even at the expense of one’s own needs, no matter how desperate. A total surrender of will, physical and mental, given freely out of perfect trust.
She nodded. “I want that. I want it so bad.”
“Can you keep going without coming?” I asked sternly.
Another nod.
“This time, you can touch your clit,” I instructed her. “Slow circles, lightly, over your panties. No direct contact. No real pressure.”
I swallowed hard as she hesitantly touched her fingers to the crotch of her panties, molded to her but not yet wet-through.
“Tell me what happened to the princess?” she asked, tipping her head back.
“Of course.” I struggled to remember what the princess had been doing, because I was frankly too caught up in my princess. “The next of the knights stepped between the princess’s legs and she greedily lifted her hips. But the dragon said, ‘don’t forget, there are other holes to enjoy.’ The knight took a handful of butter from the table and rubbed it over his cock—”
“Oh my god,” Charlotte whispered.
“You like the idea of that?” I paused to ask.
“I do,” she admitted, almost shyly. “I’ve tried before but it was way too painful. I’m fine with butt plugs, but I’d like to enjoy taking a dick up my ass.”
“I would like for you to enjoy that, as well.” God, what I wouldn’t give to have her riding my cock with that tight little ass. But not if it was going to be unpleasant for her. I marked the idea for later and went on. “The princess was no stranger to anal and gave no resistance when the knight entered her. And at her head, from the other side of the table, a third knight pressed his cock against her lips. The knight in her ass came quickly, filling her up; her talented mouth wrung every last drop from the third knight.
“And all the while, the dragon watched, knowing the princess teetered on the brink of ecstasy but would not succumb to it.” God, I wanted to hear Charlotte come. I should have started out with ten knights instead of twenty. “How’s your clit? Aching? Demanding to be touched?”
“Yes, please,” she begged. “I promise I won’t come. I need to—”
“I know you won’t come.” I used a firm but gentle tone. “I know you won’t come because I told you not to. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you, princess?”
She pressed her lips together on a moan.
“Are you somewhere you need to be quiet?” I asked. It was one thing to have anonymous hotel guests overhear, but neighbors? That would be awkward.
She shook her head.
“Then I want to hear you. Put your hand in your panties. You can circle your clit, but slowly. Very, very slowly.”
A long, high-pitched “Ohhhh,” squeaked from her throat. God, some of her sex noises were adorable. And some were downright pornographic. I wanted to hear them all.
I was so glad I was recording them.
“The knights each took their pleasure from her, three, sometimes four at a time. And the princess watched her dragon through it all, through every man who filled her with his cum, through every gagging, choking swallow as they emptied into her mouth. And she burned hotter than the dragon’s fire, but she wasn’t afraid of him or the knights, because she knew the dragon would protect her.