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)
The vibration on my clit was relentless, and pinned as I was, I couldn’t escape it. The thrill of being restrained intoxicated me. I gasped for breath, everything but basic functions in my brain shutting down as I raced toward another climax. “When we have more time,” he’d promised, he would tie me up. He would bind me and force me to experience this kind of pleasure. And I would be at his mercy.
I would always be at his mercy.
He pushed the tip of the plug deeper, twisting and withdrawing, never all the way, going a little farther every time. When I tensed, nearly ready to tip over the edge, he gave my butt a light smack and ordered, “Relax.”
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to do that and come at the same time, and that was probably why he’d issued the order in the first place. I breathed, forced myself to unclench from the toes up, convinced I wouldn’t reach my climax, after all. I did, though, and without tensing up my muscles, the pleasure went on longer and longer, building without me having to strive for it, crashing down on me in waves that seemed never-ending.
All the while, he worked the plug deeper, stretched me further, until a sting of pain pulled me from my orgasmic haze and the widest part of the toy popped inside. I let out an involuntary grunt of surprise, and he laughed.
“I told you that you could take it all.” His smirk was audible. He released my hands and I pushed myself up, panting, desperate to get away from the vibrator. I got to my feet and he steadied me with his hands on my shoulders. After a long moment surveying my face, he said, “Wow. That setting spray is good.”
I gave him a little shove. “You just ate ass. Go brush your teeth.”
He laughed but did as I’d commanded while I put on the rest of my birthday costume. Picking up the bra, I shook my head and said under my breath, “Matt, you are the only man I would wear something this ridiculous for.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
(Matthew)
The castle walls were lit up in red, as usual, but tonight clusters of red balloons bobbed from every fence post. I cringed at that.
“Let grounds know that if a single one of those balloons, if a single piece of one of them goes missing? It’s their ass,” I told the driver of our cart. “We’re too goddamn close to the ocean for this nonsense.”
“Yes sir,” he said with a nod, and I knew that, within minutes, all of the outdoor decorations would be inside.
“You’re serious about the environment for a guy who’s into developing property,” Charlotte mused.
“Look, I try to mitigate my impact as much as possible. Frivolous stuff like this?” I shook my head and scoffed. “Anyway, why are you giving me shit? It’s my birthday.”
She leaned up and kissed my cheek.
We pulled to a stop beneath the porte cochere, and I helped her down. A few members on the stairs greeted us with cheers and birthday greetings, and I smiled and nodded at everyone, thanked them for coming, but my attention was consumed entirely by Charlotte.
She looked adorable and ridiculous in her pink bows and the ultrahigh heels she’d chosen to wear. They were black, like the filigree earrings and necklace she’d added to complete the ensemble.
“Have I mentioned yet that you look incredible?” I murmured, for her ears only, as we walked through the front doors.
“About seventy times. But I like hearing it.” She beamed up at me. “What’s first?”
Having a woman with me who was sexually adventurous—though equipped with far more stamina—was exhilarating and reassuring, but extremely terrifying. “Come with me to my favorite rooms? We’ll do a lap and see what interests us before fully committing. Although, I do have to make an appearance at my official party.”
“Should we go there first?” Charlotte asked. “I don’t want to be rude to your guests.”
A long, high-pitched squeal issued from somewhere in the busy lobby.
“I think my guests are entertaining themselves at the moment,” I assured her.
In fact, I was counting on it. Being the center of attention was fun but exhausting. Plus, I planned to be somewhat distracted by the woman at my side.
“Let’s see what’s happening in the casino, shall we?” I led the way, and she leaned on me, a little bit. I liked that. Yes, I had my cane, and balancing was difficult on my own, but I would accept some extra difficulty from her. I could admit that I had an outdated and ableist mindset with regards to my new disability, as long as that meant I was allowed to shallowly enjoy the fact that she still saw me as strong and stable.
The casino was usually crowded, but with the influx of guests who’d arrived for the party, it was practically Monaco.