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)
She did but brushed her thumb over one nipple.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” I said sternly. “Though the princess knew the dragon would never hurt her, she still feared him, for he could give her something the knights who ventured to the dragon’s tower could not. Stroke your fingers down the sides of your breasts.”
This time, Charlotte did exactly as she was told, and only what she was told.
“Very good, princess,” I said, before continuing with my improvised story. “The knights who came to the tower brought her tributes of roses and sweet promises. When they spread her thighs, they gave her pleasure. But nothing like the hours of mindless bliss her dragon could inflict upon her. He made her body burn with desire hotter than his own flame and rewarded her for her imprisonment and obedience with nights of ecstasy that kept her so enthralled, no dashing prince could rescue her. For she would not leave the dragon.”
I broke from the story to ask, “Do you have any lube?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes, my dragon.”
And fuck me, did I love the sound of that.
“Get it.” I waited for her to reach into her bedside table and produce the bottle. Then, I instructed her, “put a few drops on your nipples.”
She flipped open the cap and squirted a little over each peak, gasping at the touch of the liquid.
“A bit cold?” I asked and didn’t wait for an answer. “You’ll need to warm up. You can use one finger from each hand to circle your nipples with very light pressure.”
Her chest hitched at her own touch.
“Continue until I tell you that you may stop.” I cleared my throat and went back to my story. “One day, a group of strong, determined knights from a neighboring kingdom arrived at the dragon’s tower. They knew nothing of the dragon except that he kept a beautiful princess captive. They were set upon killing the dragon, but the princess pleaded with them for mercy. If they would only meet the dragon, she knew, they would understand that she stayed with him of her own volition. And so, the dragon invited them in. All… twenty of them.”
Charlotte’s eyes flew open at the number, no doubt wondering if I intended a similar scenario for her.
“He laid out a feast for the knights, and in the center of the table lay the princess, naked and bound.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’ the dragon ordered her, and she obeyed him, begging the knights to use her, to fuck her mouth and her cunt and her ass, to defile her until their lusts were sated and no prince desiring a chaste maiden would want her. And when they were finished, the dragon would bestow sacks of gold upon them as a reward, for he, too, wished to see his princess behave like the common slut he knew her to be.”
Charlotte moaned aloud at the word, and I filed it away. Not every partner liked degrading names, but it had clearly worked for her. I paused my tale to watch her, still circling her nipples, tightening them to tall, stiff peaks that must have ached with longing by now.
“You can touch them however you like, now,” I told her, and she made a noise of relief, rubbing her thumbs over the dusky tips. “Keep going.”
“Yes, dragon,” she giggled, but it was a breathy, distracted sound. Her hips shifted against the mattress.
Good.
“‘But none of you may make her come,’ the dragon warned the knights. ‘Her orgasms belong to me, and me alone. No matter how she begs—and she will beg—, no matter how mindless and desperate she becomes, you cannot allow her release.’ And to the princess, the dragon said, ‘And should you come without my permission, you’ll be punished by the lash and made to suffer a week of edging without relief.’”
Charlotte’s breathing quickened. I was glad to see my ridiculous fairytale working on her.
“The knights, eager to claim their rewards, doffed their armor and surrounded her, their feast ignored in favor of a far more enticing banquet. The first knight came forward, and the princess quaked with fear at the sight of his massive cock. Her cunt was already slick with anticipation, and this knight’s lance would almost certainly bring her to orgasm. The knight cared not and thrust into her deeply while the dragon watched with amusement.”
“And did the dragon stroke his own cock?” Charlotte asked.
I flipped the camera and took myself in my hand, but I couldn’t commit to jacking off. I wouldn’t last and I would definitely lose the thread of the story. She threw her head back and moaned, rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling.
“You’re not allowed to come without my permission, either,” I warned her, flipping the camera back and stilling my hand. “Princesses all get the same punishment. I’d hate to have to fly all the way out to California to spank you.”