CHAPTER SEVEN
(Matthew)
I didn’t take a lot of time in the shower. Charlotte was clearly exhausted. She swayed on her feet while I washed her hair and soaped her body. Every time her slick skin rubbed against me, my cock leapt at the contact. I’d been so fucking turned on all night, it was a miracle I hadn’t come in my pants. Or in her mouth. I’d been perilously close.
But since she was so tired and, frankly, since I’d overdone it in the forced orgasms department, I wasn’t going to hold her to her earlier suggestion of intercourse. Like a gentleman, I would wait until she fell asleep, then masturbate.
When I helped her to bed, I wished I could have scooped her up in my arms and carried her. I wasn’t supposed to hate having a disability. That thinking was out of touch with modern values, as I told myself all the time. But I hadn’t quite acclimated to the separation between old me and new me, yet. Now, assuming a dom role for the first time since before the bear accident, I felt… powerless.
We didn’t go all the way to the bed upstairs. I pulled down the covers on the guest bed, and she climbed in with a happy sigh.
“Why do you have guest rooms if you don’t bring people here?” she asked sleepily.
“Because I’m always open to possibilities,” I said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “Get some rest.”
“Wait.” She sat up, blinking big, sleepy eyes. “You don’t want to finish?”
“I almost did. Several times,” I joked. “I thought maybe you’d had enough tonight.”
“I will never get enough of you,” she said with a lazy smile. “Unless you’re finished for the night?”
I climbed into the bed beside her. “I was going upstairs to jerk off,” I admitted.
She sat up and got to her knees. “That’s no fun. I would have loved to watch you jerk off.”
“You still can.” I wrapped my hand around my hardening dick to demonstrate. Two slow tugs got me fully erect. Although, my hand couldn’t take full credit; I had an inspiring view. “But it won’t last long. I’ve basically been edging all night.”
“You said you almost came. When was that?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Was it when you were watching me get fucked with that dildo?”
“The closest I got was when you were on the bench, coming while I played with your clit.” I pulled my hand away from my aching cock as the image came into vivid focus in my mind. “Your cunt was trembling and so wet. Every time you’d start clenching, there would be a gush over my hand.”
She considered a moment, then turned away from me and leaned forward on her hands, lifting her ass and spreading her legs wide. “Do you want to look at it again, my dragon?”
She was open and glistening and still flushed red from earlier.
“I don’t want to just look at it, princess.”
“I don’t want you to just look at it either,” she said, smirking over her shoulder.
I rose to my knees and grabbed her ankles, pulling her to me. She shrieked with laughter and got back up, brushing her hot, wet flesh across my groin. My cock bobbed, the head barely penetrating her opening for a delicious split-second tease. I couldn’t resist any longer.
“Don’t hold back,” she says, breathless. “Use me to get off.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I shoved deep and groaned in relief. After so many orgasms, she was so swollen and tight that it was almost painful for me. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, keep going,” she urged me. She squeezed as I pulled out, slow, fluttering pumps along my entire length that made me hiss and tense and struggle not to lose it right there.
She’d said I could use her to get off, but I had my pride, damnit.
She tilted her hips and sank back on me. “I bet you want to see this pretty pussy filled up with cum.”
Maybe I didn’t have my pride, after all. “I’m too close for you to talk like that.”
“If you can talk, you’re not that close.” She giggled evilly. “So, do you want to see your cum dribbling out of this pussy, or do you want to pull out and spray all over it?”
“Charlotte.” My warning came out strangled and desperate.
“What if you came in my ass?” She reached behind her with one hand to pull a cheek aside. “Do you think you could even make it inside before you—”
Fuck. It was over.
I gripped her hips and held on while I pumped hard into her cunt, chasing the end of my hours-long torment. Every time I’d been close, every time I’d thought I couldn’t resist reaching into my pants and jerking myself off, had added a mark to some invisible tally to be used against me now. I’d denied myself too often, and the closer I got to coming, the further away it seemed to get, until I was hammering her into the mattress while she squealed and squeaked with every brutal thrust. My fingers dug into her flesh, hard.
She’d wanted me to use her. She was getting used.
I slammed her back and forth on my dick while she gripped the sheets in her fists.
“Come for me,” she begged. “Come in me, my dragon.”
“Fuck!” I rammed deep and erupted, my cock twitching violently. Her walls milked me while my body locked up and my head spun. The blistering heat of my exertion gave way to shivering chills on my shower-damp skin. Shuddering violently, I fell over her back and held her, helpless as my body went on autopilot.
When I finally came down, my throat felt like I’d never had a glass of water in my life.
“All better?” Charlotte asked, wriggling beneath me. That was my cue to get off her. And out of her. I slipped from her body, my cum already leaking out, and I admired the sight for a second before I rolled onto my back, breathing hard.
Reinvigorated by the sex, I guessed, Charlotte sprang up and pounced on me, straddling my thighs. Her hand went to her cunt and she pulled two fingers out, coated in pearly smears. She held my gaze and brought them to her mouth, sucking them daintily clean. “Mmm. Yummy.”
“You’re killing me.” I laughed and scrubbed my hands over my face.
“No. Now, maybe if I did this…” She scooted forward, grabbed my still-semihard dick, and forced it inside her to the hilt.
I yelped in shock and oversensitivity.
“Maybe I should make you count them.” She rocked her hips. It felt like I was trapped in some kind of inside-out-electric-eel torture device. “We know guys can do it more than once. We saw that at breakfast.”
“I’m seriously going to die,” I warned her.
“What a way to go.” She braced her hands on my chest and wiggled her feet beneath her, raising and lowering over me in a crouch. It felt awful. And awfully good.
“How long do you think I can keep it up?” she asked, barely breathing hard despite the quick, sharp bouncing on her knees.
Judging from that alone, I knew the answer was, “a long time.” But what I said was, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” because her tight grip and maddening rhythm, coupled with the hypersensitivity, were quickly bringing me back to a painful peak. “I’m coming, princess.”
She giggled with delight, and she didn’t change a thing. She didn’t speed up or go deeper, and my poor cock spasmed helplessly, barely inside her already cum-slick pussy.
“Okay, that’s…” I couldn’t speak. I lifted her bodily off me. “That’s enough.”
“Did I do a good job, my dragon?” she asked with a grin, sliding across the sheets and leaving a streak of wet.
My gaze fixed on her pussy, displayed by her raised and spread knees. “Oh yes. You did a very good job, princess.”
I was going to have to think of one hell of a reward.
***
I dozed off briefly and woke while it was still dark. Charlotte lay beside me, her ginger-gold hair spilled across the pillow, mouth slack in sleep. Not wanting to wake her, I got up as carefully as I could and limped around cautiously in the dark until I found my cane. Then, I headed upstairs.
In my den, I sat on the couch and opened my laptop. I located the file Miranda had sent me, Charlotte’s contract and questionnaire she’d signed and filled out before even setting foot on the plane to the island.
Something she’d said in the shower was hanging around the back of my mind. She’d said I made her feel like the princess in the story I’d told her during our phone sex. I wondered if there was some way we could make that real.
I knew she was okay with group sex and public sex. I scrolled to that section and smiled to myself. She’d checked “yes” for gang bangs, defined as six or more participants.
I tried to remember how many knights I’d put into my story. Then, I remembered that I’d recorded it. Though my phone was locked up with all the other personal phones on the island, I had a copy on my laptop that I’d…reminisced fondly with. Many times.
It had been hell being apart from her back then. Wanting to touch her, knowing she was all the way across the fucking country. What was I going to do when she finally went back home and we were long-distance again? I didn’t have any worries about our relationship surviving; I was in this for the long haul with her. Maybe I had fuck-colored glasses on, but I didn’t foresee that changing. Still, I couldn’t demand that she live with me in Manhattan full-time, right off the bat. It would scare her away.
I opened the video and turned up the volume. The footage was somewhat grainy, but there was Charlotte, naked, waiting to obey me.
A silly little game had started all of this. If I hadn’t told her a simple, filthy bedtime story while she masturbated, the scene between the princess and her dragon in the bedroom downstairs wouldn’t have happened. Maybe it would have, but not in the same way, with the same dynamic.
I’d known what Charlotte needed from me in that one phone call. And while the underlying reason for that need broke my heart, I was so grateful that I could provide the escape for her. That she could understand my feelings for her, as long as they were kept within the confines of our silly game.
I watched the video much longer than I originally intended to. Twenty knights. That might be a few too many, realistically. But I would love to see her try. I went back to her contract and copy/pasted some items into a desktop note. She’d left practically nothing off the table for me, except medical play, blood, things that were toilet related… There was a wealth of kink I could build into this experience for her.
It could be our send-off, I realized. She’d said she only wanted to stay on the island for a few days. Why not stage this scene the night before we left? Let handpicked guests get their fill of her while I watched? That’s what the dragon had done.
Of course, I was a much more benevolent dragon. I wouldn’t deny her orgasms. I would make sure she had too damn many. If she’d thought tonight had been extreme…
I didn’t message Miranda yet; it was the middle of the night, but she would answer, regardless of her state of consciousness. I didn’t like to be that boss. Instead, I typed up a list of what I would need, how I would like things meticulously staged. I would also need to look at the current roster of guests and send out invitations to the members I selected. And the schedule for the castle would have to be cleared, event locations temporarily rearranged, and alternate playrooms set up.
Miranda would be in heaven. I was pretty sure work was her kink.
Now that I’d had the idea, I was too keyed up to go back to sleep. Images of Charlotte spread out and helpless for twenty men filled my imagination. I could see her pleading eyes as she gazed up at me, entirely lost in pleasure, drowning in it, desperate for it.
My cock shifted. It still felt overworked. I needed to do something to get my mind off sex and Charlotte.
I closed the computer and reached for the controller on the coffee table. A game would take my mind off things. Something I’d played but never finished, maybe. The TV woke up, and I scrolled through my options.
I immediately ruled out Skyrim.
Too many dragons.
* * * *
“This is a suspiciously normal breakfast,” Charlotte remarked, taking a bite of her pancakes.
“Is it?” I leaned forward in my chair for my coffee mug. Charlotte was a slow eater. I’d been done for ages.
“Don’t act coy. You’re up to something.” She narrowed her eyes at me as she tried to figure out what.
I shrugged innocently. “I’m not up to anything. I assumed you could use a break after last night. I could get a dildo and make you ride it while you finish eating, if you’d prefer.”
She laughed. “Okay, later. This is a good time to talk about our plans for leaving.”
That was convenient. I’d meant to bring up the subject myself. Hence the non-horny breakfast. “What were your thoughts?”
I knew it would take more than a day to get her big send-off arranged. I had a few excuses I could use to keep us here an extra day to give us time.
“What about…” she considered. “Two days?”
“Two days, as in today and tomorrow?” I’d already consulted with Miranda while Charlotte had still been asleep.
“Is that enough time to get travel together?” Charlotte asked. “You made it sound like it would be pretty quick before. When I had my big ‘I want to leave’ freak-out.”
“Well, yeah. I would have gotten you home as soon as possible because I’m not a kidnapper.” As it turned out, two days was the bare minimum Miranda had quoted me. “That sounds fine to me. But make it two nights, instead. Tonight, and tomorrow night. I have a plan for you.”
“Ooh!” She clapped her hands. “You know, I hope you don’t stop planning things for me when we leave. I would hate to make you come back here to live full-time.”
“What’s stopping us from doing that now?” I quipped. “But yes, I’ll still have all sorts of plans for you when we get to New York. I’ve already brainstormed the places I want to fuck you in my apartment.”
For example, up against the floor-to-ceiling glass that stood in place of exterior walls, revealing a truly dizzying view. My penthouse was one of the highest addresses in Manhattan, and there was no rush like the perceived threat of tumbling to your death while having a frenzied fuck up against a window.
I hoped she wasn’t afraid of heights.
“As for the plans I currently have in motion,” I went on, “would you rather I tell you what to expect or shall I keep it a surprise?”
She considered. “Is there anything from my no-no list in these plans?”
“There never would be.” While I hoped that one day, she wouldn’t feel like she had to ask that question, I understood completely that she wasn’t used to this type of lifestyle. If she had to remind me of her boundaries to feel safe, I didn’t take it personally.
“I want to be surprised.” She gave me a dazzling smile. “Because your surprises so far have been top tier.”
Oh, princess, I thought, hiding my smile with a sip from my coffee. You have no idea.