CHAPTER FIFTEEN
(Matthew)
“You are a very naughty dragon.”
Charlotte walked with a little wobble as she crossed the bedroom to me. “And you’re obviously ready for me.”
“You’re the one who needs to be ready for me, princess.
” After Paulie had texted me that the deed had been done, the wait had been interminable.
I had, admittedly, done some preparation, walking around the apartment naked, cock in my hand, as I imagined all the places I could fuck her.
To make things fair, I’d edged until she’d gotten home.
That hadn’t been the smartest idea. My dick throbbed and strained in front of me, and it took all my willpower not to throw her down on the bed and come inside her after two strokes.
“Take your clothes off,” I commanded. “Everything but the panties.”
She didn’t make a striptease of things. We were on the same wavelength. We didn’t have to rush through the preliminaries, but it wasn’t time to linger, either.
I sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as she was undressed, I gestured her over. “Did you have a good time with my friend?”
A crooked smile spread across her face and her eyes canted away. “Maybe…”
With a firm grip on her chin, I forced her to meet my gaze, eliciting a little gasp of excitement from her lips. “I asked you a question, princess.”
“I loved every second, my dragon,” she said, but there was an unusual undercurrent to her reply. Not disobedience but… malicious compliance.
She wanted me to be jealous.
“Do you want that to hurt me?” I asked, brushing the backs of my fingers along her jaw. “Do you want me to tell you that I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you?”
That was a fun role to play. If it was what she wanted, I would go along with it.
“Do you want me to worry that you’ll run into the arms of another man?” I went on. “That you could ever possibly walk away from me?”
She tilted her chin up defiantly.
“Come here.” I slapped my hand down on the bed. “You’re not even going to think of him when I’m finished with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you come so hard that you’ll never think about him again.”
I’d been looking forward to having her on my face, but the situation had changed. “Lie down. Stay there, and don’t move a muscle.”
I went to the toy closet, which was admittedly a little cluttered after I’d splurged on all those fantasy dildos for our makeshift board game. It took me a moment to shift things on the shelves, but I found what I needed and returned to her.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the spreader bars. I tossed one down on the bed beside her and adjusted the length of the other. “Put your arms up.”
She licked her lips as I locked the cuffs around her wrists.
It was too much of an invitation to ignore.
I leaned down and captured her mouth, ravaged her with my tongue until she squirmed and moaned, and her hips lifted off the mattress.
I trailed my lips down her jaw, to her throat, and whispered, “I had planned to make you ride my face until you came, but now you’ve chosen to be a bratty princess after the gift I arranged for you.
Ungrateful girls don’t get those types of rewards.
So, you’re going to be punished, instead. ”
“How—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” I kissed my way down the valley between her breasts.
Her nipples stood painfully erect, and she quivered with disappointment as I ignored them.
I wouldn’t for long, but she didn’t need to know that.
I licked a path down her stomach, her flesh jumping and twitching as I went.
When I fell between her legs, she moaned in anticipation.
I ran my nose over her slit through the wet lace, and she tried to rise to meet me.
I held her hips down, knowing my grip might be a little too rough, knowing how much that would excite her.
“I can smell him on you,” I growled. “I asked him to edge all day before picking you up. I knew you would fuck him, like the filthy little slut you are.”
She moaned again at the word.
I slipped my fingers through the legs of her panties, bunching them so I could hook my fingers over the waistband, dragging them down a little to expose the top of her mound.
I traced along the seam of the fabric and the red-gold curls beneath.
“I knew that by the time he had you alone, he’d be so ready for you that he would fill you up.
And I was right. Look how wet these are. That’s not all you.”
She shuddered.
“Could you feel it leaking out of you all the way home?” I went on. “Did you feel another man’s cum pouring out of you and wonder how I would react? Tell me, while you’re still able to speak.”
“I did feel it, my dragon.” Her breasts wobbled with every harsh breath. “I loved it. I couldn’t wait to smear it all over your face while I rode you.”
“But you lost the privilege, didn’t you?” I jerked the panties down, fully exposing her glistening vulva. “You’re getting wet again thinking about it.”
“Thinking about you!” she gasped desperately.
“Don’t try to talk your way out of this.
The damage is done, and you’ll take your punishment.
” I pulled the panties the rest of the way off and wadded them before pushing my way up her body again.
My aching cock brushed against her folds, and she tried to get more contact, to take me inside.
I pressed the length of myself between her labia, tight to her clit, which had already been tormented since lunchtime.
It wouldn’t be enough to get her off. No friction, no satisfaction, just teasing. “Open your mouth.”
Her jaw dropped obediently, and I stuffed the panties inside.
“If you enjoyed it so much, enjoy the taste of him on your mouth while I’m punishing you. So you don’t ever forget that when I give you a gift, it’s not your place to challenge me.”
She mumbled something through the gag that sounded unmistakably like, “Yes, my dragon.”
I returned to my place between her legs and gave her thigh a pinch. “Over my shoulder.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She likely assumed that her punishment would be torture by repeated orgasms.
She was about to be very disappointed.
“I’m going to lick you until I’m satisfied that I’ve removed every trace of him from your cunt.
But you can’t come. And I won’t stop. You’ll need to fight it off.
Don’t bother begging or pleading. If you can’t keep yourself from coming, if you’re greedy and you reach for pleasure you don’t deserve, you’ll suffer for it.
Ten denied orgasms for every single one you have while I’m eating your pussy.
I’ll keep you up all night if I have to,” I warned.
Her huge, shocked eyes gratified something deep in my twisted little dominant soul.
“I’ve gone too easy on you,” I mused, barely touching her with one fingertip as I stroked up and down the seam between her labia.
“I’ve been letting you get away with too much.
Giving you too much pleasure. You’re a greedy princess.
A bratty one. I won’t allow that. You’re going to learn your lesson tonight. ”
I swiped my tongue along that same crease with the same light touch and immediately recognized the tang of Paulie’s cum and the flavor of Charlotte, which had burned into my memory so hard, I’d be able to recognize her in a blind taste test. “And I’ll be able to tell if you come.
I always know. There’s no way you can hide it. ”
Parting her with my thumbs, I revealed the hard bud of her clit, visibly pulsing with need.
There was no way she hadn’t come with Paulie; I’d given her permission, and after a day of edging, she would have gladly accepted.
But even if she’d climaxed five times, it wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy her.
Not after she’d edged herself so mercilessly every hour.
One touch would probably get her off, and that was the point.
I wanted her to panic. To actively try to control an involuntary bodily response, so that I could torment her even more later.
The thought of Charlotte bound and pleading, her body coated in sweat, her voice raw from screaming for a release I would deny her over and over was almost enough to make me come right then.
Maybe that would have to be part of her punishment, too. Maybe I would edge her but make her watch me get off while I continued to deny her.
I was sure it would take long enough that I would be able to go again, no problem, when it was time to fuck her.
I kept my eyes locked on her wide, anxious ones as I slowly lowered my lips over her clit. She jolted as if I’d electrocuted her.
Oh, she wouldn’t last at all.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and her body bowed up from the mattress, the sodden panties in her mouth stifling her yelp. Lifting my head, I warned her, “I’m going to be able to tell if you come. I know what it feels like.”
Then, I pushed two fingers inside her.
Her “No!” was shockingly clear around her makeshift gag.
I used my other hand to peel back the hood of her clit, to expose the straining points beneath, and returned to my earlier action. Her cunt clutched on my fingers. She tried to slow her ragged breathing. Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she fought against her natural response to the stimulation.
I had to give her major credit; she lasted a lot longer than I expected. But her orgasm was inevitable; I knew her body too well to fail at my mission. She wailed in utter despair and lifted against my mouth. “Oh no. That will be ten denied orgasms, already. And I haven’t even gotten started.”
I curled my fingers up and pressed on her g-spot, pulling a dismayed moan from her.
“Do you understand now, princess?” I taunted her. “When I said I was going to fuck you hard, what I meant was, you’re completely fucked.”