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)
Next, I showed her the strictly swingers room on the other side of the lobby. “No whips or chains here. Group sex on every surface.”
And there were plenty of them, in all kinds of shapes. Padded benches, wedges, bolsters, big square mattresses covered in washable faux-leather, even handles on the walls could assist in any number of positions.
I’d been in plenty of them, myself.
Next on the tour was the second floor, which housed the private rooms and the casino.
“The roulette wheel is my favorite,” I told her, almost giddy as I led her down the two plush carpeted steps onto the main floor.
She walked around the table to the padded bench beside the wheel and lifted one of the manacles. “I’m guessing the prize isn’t money?”
“Not the most important one,” I said with a slow shake of my head. “I want to strap you down there and let the lucky winners fuck you.”
She dipped her head, almost bashfully. “Like the dragon and the knights?”
“Exactly, princess. What do you say?”
She giggled. “Yeah. I think I’d be okay with that.”
Then, she shimmied her bikini bottoms down and hopped onto the seat. “Why don’t we practice?”
I drummed my fingers on the padded ledge of the betting area and cursed myself. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
“And there aren’t any here?” she asked, looking around the room doubtfully.
“There will be, tonight, when hospitality has been in to stock the place.” How could I have been so foolish as to think I could give Charlotte a tour of the resort and not get unbearably horny in the process?
She tilted her head. “You really didn’t do the reading.”
“Hmm?” I’d looked at her answers to the preliminary questionnaire. I couldn’t remember all those answers with the blood running from my brain to fill up my dick.
She spread her legs, the shawl skirt falling open around her splayed thighs,, and beckoned me closer. Closer. Until she could grab my T-shirt and pull me down to whisper in my ear, “I cleared all the requirements to go bareback down here.”
I lifted my head to look her in the eye, a shock jolting through me. “But last night—”
“If you hadn’t left me gagged, I could have reminded you.” She petted her vulva and bit her bottom lip. “So, are we going to—”
“Not here.” I picked up her bikini bottoms and handed them to her. “That’s going to be a little treat for later.”
She scowled in disappointment and put her bottoms back on.
“Let’s head over to the machine room,” I suggested. “You can see if there’s anything you’d like to try out.”
Who was I kidding? She would probably try out the whole damn room. She practically skipped there.
“Can I use stuff right now?” she wheedled as I unlocked the door with my master key. Most of the doors in the castle didn’t lock at all, but the toys inside this room were expensive to maintain and required knowledge of how they worked. I had that knowledge, but when the castle was open, staff members assisted guests in here.
“It would be a wasted trip if you didn’t,” I said, clicking on the light switch.
The way she gasped at the sight before her made my ego swell to alarming proportions. I liked to show off to people; it was a personality flaw I reluctantly accepted. With Charlotte, though, it seemed somehow more important. I wasn’t showing off my wealth, I was proving my worth.
“Okay, some of this is…” She wandered slowly into the room, which looked like a gym with much different equipment. Tonight, the mirrors on the walls would reflect a number of straining, sweating bodies, with mechanical sounds and screams of pleasure drowning out the music. Now, though, it was a large space full of industrial machinery.
“Is ‘intimidating’ the word you’re searching for?” I suggested.
She nodded, struck speechless. Which was out of character in the extreme for her. She trailed her fingertips along the gleaming metal arm of one machine. “What does this one do?”
Rather than describe it, I flipped the switch. The shining chrome rod slowly began to pump forward and back, and when it came up to a gentle speed, I twisted the dial all the way up. Her eyes widened as the arm jackhammered the empty air.
“Whatever dildo is being used goes on this end.” I pointed to the end of the driving shaft. “And there are plenty of options. There’s even a fist-shaped one, if you were so inclined.”
Her eyebrows were nearly to her hairline.
She moved on to another, a steel cage with a saddle atop it. “And this?”
“Strictly for the penis-havers, I’m afraid,” I explained, turning the other machine off and moving to her side. “See?”
She tilted her head to examine the hole at the raised front of the saddle. When in use, a disposable rubber sheath would attach to the built-in pump, while the optional thrusting mechanism allowed the user to be penetrated from the back. I took her hand and put her fingers in the hole then turned on the pump.