CHAPTER TEN
(Charlotte)
The castle was empty when we arrived. At least, empty of resort guests. I assumed the hand-picked twenty were somewhere in the building.
Twenty. My brain spun, and my heart jumped into my throat. Twenty men, all doing whatever they wanted to me. Whatever they wanted, within the broad parameters I’d set with my resort contract.
Matt stepped down from the cart that had brought us and offered me his hand. He’d dressed in all black again, suit, tie, jacket, everything the same shade in different fabrics. And he looked so, so good.
A velvet rope stretched across the front doors of the castle, and a staff member unhooked it for us. A sign in a metal stand at the bottom of the stairs read, “Private Event Invitation Only.”
“Where’s all the fucking happening tonight, then?” I asked, giving Matt a sidelong smirk.
“Were you under the impression there wouldn’t be any fucking in here tonight?” he asked as we stepped into the castle lobby. The lights were off, and the space was lit with flickering light from fake torches.
“Oh, very medieval,” I said with a giggle.
“Don’t worry. The other events have been moved to various locations around the island. Nobody’s fucking will be impeded by our good time.” He nodded toward the stairs. “This way.”
He led me to the theater, along a path also lined with the faux-medieval torches. Were they a little bit corny, a little Halloween-store? Sure, but it was touching as hell that he’d gone to these lengths.
Besides, he’d probably bankrupted himself on the tiara and butt plug. Both of which were absurd. The entire thing was. The fact that I was dating a man who owned a sex island was absurd. My life had become utterly ridiculous.
And super fun.
“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the theater doors.
I took a deep breath and nodded, expecting to see the twenty men assembled inside. To my surprise, when Matt threw open the doors, the theater was empty. A long, wide table sat in the center of the otherwise bare floor, heavenly smells wafting from the mounds of food on offer.
My jaw dropped. It looked like a medieval banquet, with whole roast hens and steaming pies, towers of fruits and pastries, pewter goblets and rustic tankards, and near the head of the table, a narrow section with a single thick, iron shackle bolted directly to the wood. Scattered among all the normal things one would find on a banquet table were toys and lubes, wet wipes, and condoms for those who might want to use them.
I hoped none of them did. If I didn’t leave the castle tonight bathed in cum and unable to walk right, I would be very disappointed.
“Hop up, princess,” Matt instructed, guiding me between two of the rough-hewn benches lining the sides.
I did so, but gingerly. It was difficult to forget that I had a priceless sex toy in my butt. The entire way there, all I’d thought about was how I would accidentally lose the giant diamond affixed to it. Not that it would be impossible to find. It was so big, it would probably leave a dent in the floor if someone dropped it.
I sat on the edge of the table and Matt stepped between my spread knees as far as my skirt would allow. He reached for the shackle on its long chain. “Right or left arm?”
“Left,” I answered, and held it out obediently. “My dragon.”
He latched the cuff around my wrist and in almost the same instant grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me forward. I thought he would go in for a kiss; instead, he bit my lip, pulling a startled cry from my throat. My earlier denied orgasms were a persistent throb between my legs. Every nerve sang, every primal instinct warned me that I was captured.
“Do you remember the story?” he asked, his mouth a breath away from mine.
My voice stuck in my throat.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’ the dragon ordered her,” he quoted. I knew he’d recorded that call. Had he watched it often enough that he’d memorized it? He must have, because the words matched too closely the story burned into my memory. “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.”
I shivered and squeezed my thighs together.
“Are you going to behave that way for me tonight?” he asked, giving my bottom lip another sharp nip.
“Yes, my dragon,” I whispered.
“Good. Because twenty knights are waiting to rescue you from the dragon. Prove that you don’t want to be.” The hand at the back of my neck slid around to cover my throat. He exerted minimal pressure, and I lay back at that urging. “What do you say if you want it to stop?”
“I say ‘mercy,’ my dragon.” My voice was barely audible.
“And when your mouth is stuffed full of a stranger’s cock? What then?” he prompted.
I snapped my fingers five times, and he nodded, appeased.
He took a seat at the head of the table, close enough to touch me if he wanted to. Certainly, close enough that he’d see every flicker of lust on my face, hear every slap of another man’s cock pounding into me. He filled a goblet from one of the pitchers and nodded to the dark corners of the room.
The doors around the perimeter opened.
The knights had arrived.
Every man he’d selected had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their shirts alone probably cost more money than my parents had wasted sending me to college. The knights were devastatingly handsome, but I only recognized a few of them from around the resort.
I searched out Dante. Our eyes met, and he gave me a nod and a crooked smile. I recognized the man who’d fucked me over the roulette table, but tonight he sported salt-and-pepper stubble that matched his hair. Another of the knights had been at the lube orgy. I had no idea if I’d fucked him.
If I hadn’t, I would.
The men closed in on the table, lining up ten on each side, all of them sporting various levels of anticipation written on their faces in smirks and smiles. Maybe at the silliness of it all? Because it was silly, and over-the-top. But that’s what they’d come to Ascend Red for, I supposed.
“Gentlemen,” Matt addressed them. He didn’t stand. “As you see, the princess you’ve come to rescue is hardly in need of rescuing. She’s a common slut, ready to spread her legs for any knight who enters my domain. She’s here for your pleasure, and hers, and mine. Avail yourself of the wine, the food, her pretty mouth, her open cunt, her tight ass. Enjoy anything you see on my table. We’ll let luck decide who goes first.”
He pulled something from his pocket.
I groaned, but not in desire. Mortification. He’d brought a piece of nerdy D someone else gripped my wrist and pulled it away, pinning it to the table. Another man reached over and palmed my breast.
“Do you mind if I fuck her throat while you take your turn?” a voice asked, and Nine paused long enough to answer, “Not at all.”
“Tilt your head back.” The man towering over me from the other side of the table was middle-aged, white, with slightly thinning hair and a little bit of paunch around his middle. The perfect example of an unassuming figure. Not someone I would have probably given a second glance out in the real world, but here, that didn’t matter. I didn’t get to choose. It didn’t matter if I found these men particularly attractive or interesting. I was only here for them.
The man at my head put a hand under my neck to angle me into the position he wanted. He was already unzipped, his erection in hand. He didn’t say anything else to me, just thrust between my lips and all the way to the back of my throat until I gagged.
When he withdrew, I coughed, but I didn’t get time to recover before he was back in, fucking my throat exactly the way he’d said he would. I took him all the way down, choking each time, while he stroked the column of my throat with his thumb.
Between my legs, Nine worked me into a frenzy, his tongue swirling around my clit with the practiced technique of someone who’d never failed to make a woman come. And I wanted to, so badly. The strangely off-center orgasm from before hadn’t been enough. I needed to get off.
He continued to manipulate the plug, swirling it inside me, setting off twinges of discomfort one moment, unbelievable pleasure the next. I climbed higher and higher, my body torn between the warring sensations of oxygen deprivation from the dick cutting off my breathing and the mouth on my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s good,” the man in my mouth groaned, and pulled out. “I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want to come until I’ve been inside that pussy.”
“I have no problem coming in her mouth,” another man joked, and I heard the scrape of a bench moving before someone else took up the position. I closed my eyes; the princess in the story probably had, as well, while she was being used by the knights. She closed her eyes, I knew, and imagined the dragon doing these things to her.
Another cock pushed between my lips, this time not as far, giving me room to suck and tongue him while his hips pumped shallowly. I imagined it was my dragon I was blowing, though my dragon was better endowed than this knight.
Nine used his thumb to push back the hood of my clit, tapping his tongue directly on those raw, sensitive points, and I pounded my shackled fist on the table. I might not have felt that first orgasm the way I was used to, but I was as sensitive as I would have been from a normal one. My leg kicked out. Something spilled, pooling wet beneath me.
“I’m going to cum all over your face,” the man at my head said, and it sounded more threat than promise. I moaned around his cock, tasting the first drops of precum on his tip. “I’ve been edging all day,” he went on, growing increasingly breathless. “Ever since I got your dragon’s invitation. I’ve been fantasizing about it.”
I ground my hips against Nine’s face. Close. I was so close.
The knight in my mouth pulled out, tugging his cock.
“Here it comes, princess,” my dragon warned playfully, and his voice was an echo in my head as I came on Nine’s tongue, screaming, the other knight’s hot cum raining heavy droplets over my face and hair, into my open mouth.
There was a smattering of applause.
“I have to fuck this pussy,” Nine groaned. I opened my eyes to see him pull out his cock. It was average length but thick, though I didn’t have long to appreciate the sight of it before he rammed inside me, pulling a cry of surprise from my lips.
The man who’d come on my face made no move to clean me up. He tucked himself away and left me for the next knight to use. The unmistakable buzz of a vibrator came from my right, and the bulbous head of a cordless wand pressed down hard on my clit on the highest setting.
I screamed and bucked, almost throwing Nine off his rhythm, but my voice was cut off by another cock forced into my throat. The taste of the other knight’s cum was still on my tongue; the young, bronze-skinned man fucking my face scooped up more from my cheek and pushed his fingers into the corner of my mouth, never pulling out as he did.
“You like the taste of another man’s cum?” he taunted me.
“Answer the gentleman,” my dragon instructed.
I tried to give an affirmative answer with my mouth full, and Nine laughed. He turned to one of the other knights and said, “Wait until you get in here. She feels so fucking good. Fuck, Matt, can I come inside?”
“Did you see it in her limits?” he asked, lifting a brow.
Nine picked up his pace.
The vibrator on my clit was relentless. When I came this time, it wasn’t relief. It was torment. The hand holding it firmly to me never moved it away, even for a second. My legs thrashed; Nine called, “Can someone hold her down?”
Two sets of hands gripped my ankles. There was no way to escape any of the sensations the knights inflicted upon me. Someone poured a goblet of wine over my tits, a cold shock on my flushed skin.
The man in my mouth groaned and pulled out, cum arching from his broad tip and onto my neck and chest. A hand was there immediately, smearing it into my tits with the wine.
“No, thank you,” I heard someone say, declining the offer of my mouth, I assumed. “I’m waiting for her ass.”
“I’ll fuck her cunt while you do that,” another voice responded.
They were making deals about my vulnerable body. I shouted and shivered through another orgasm as Nine shoved hard against me, stiffened, and muttered tightly, “that’s so fucking good, baby, your pussy is so fucking good,” while he erupted inside me.
He only took a second to recover. Someone said, “Flip her over on her hands and knees.” I didn’t even have to move into position. They treated me like a doll, arranging me as they wanted me. I didn’t see who climbed up on the table, and I didn’t get the chance to look; another knight knelt on the bench in front of me, cock out, ready to take my mouth. I dropped my aching jaw obediently but canted my eyes toward my dragon.
He reclined in his throne, one knee up, his forearm braced on it as his cup dangled from his fingertips. His expression was unreadable. Was he enjoying this? Regretting it? Was he jealous of the men for using me, his property, right in front of him?
I hoped so.
And I hoped he would punish me soundly when it was over.