Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“They’ll think I’m a whore,” I moaned. “They’ll think I’m a filthy slut.”
“You’re right.” He returned his hand to my breast and pinched my nipple painfully hard. “And they’ll want to fuck you. Maybe I should let them, since you don’t care who sees you behaving like the dirty little slut that you are. Maybe it would teach you a lesson. Would you like to be taught that lesson, princess? Would you like me to handcuff you to this chair and leave you defenseless? If I let those strangers use you any way they wanted to?”
“No, please, my dragon! I only want you!”
“Liar.” His breathing sped up as he spun the fantasy. “You’d struggle, maybe, but the second you had a cock in you—in your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth—it wouldn’t matter. You’d beg them for more.”
Fuck, I was nearly there. I was going to orgasm right now, in front of this security camera, in front of guards who would watch me in a few hours, see me writhing and shaking and screaming with the orgasm building and building under my dragon’s hands, around his cock rammed inside me. There was no way to stop it, no way to undo any of it—at least, that I was aware of. It was happening. Oh god, it was happening, and I was so close, and the pressure was so exquisite, and I was so ruthlessly exposed—
I screamed and thrashed and felt the hot burst of wet cascade across my thighs, down the chair, to splatter on the cement. My dragon never lifted his hand, rubbing me faster even as I begged him to stop. But not for mercy, because I was too lost in the abject humiliation, too filled with him and the delicious embarrassment of this public fucking.
“I’m coming!” I gasped as another climax tore violently through me. When it was over and I sagged, limp, against his chest, he pushed me forward.
“Get up.” I got to my feet, almost sobbing at the loss of his punishing thickness inside me. He gripped the back of my neck and steered me toward one of the windows, moving slowly to keep his balance without the cane. He pushed me against the glass and the cold brought a shocked squeal up my throat.
In the dim hallway beyond, I spotted another camera.
“Up,” he ordered, nudging my foot, and I looked down. There was a waist-high ledge at the bottom of the window, but it was narrow, precarious. He slapped my ass. “One knee at a time. Hurry up, so I can fuck you hard and fill that pussy with cum.”
I scrambled to do his bidding, though it was difficult to stay on the ledge. I needed to lean my whole weight against the window, smashing my tits and face against the glass and bracing my spread fingers there. There was nothing to hang onto, but it was the perfect height. Matt drove into me once, twice, and then, with a pained groan, stiffened. He jerked inside me and dropped his head to my shoulder as his cock pulsed jet after hot jet of cum to fill me up.
“Damn it.” He breathed hard. “I wanted that to last longer.”
He stepped back and offered me a hand to step down, but I managed mostly on my own, because he would be weak from walking and standing unassisted. He made it back to the chair and slumped into it, and I wobbled over to straddle his lap and huddle against his chest. The diamond on my finger winked in the gray light. I took an almost painfully happy breath.
“Do you think most couples celebrate their engagement this way?” I kissed his throat.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my back. “I’m guessing no.”
“One more way that we’re not normal.” I feigned chagrin with my sigh.
Matt tilted my face up to his and kissed me, slow and tender. Not my dragon, but my lover, my friend, my partner for life.
“You’re right, princess,” he promised. “And we never will be.”
I was counting on it.
EPILOGUE
(Matthew)
(One Year Later)
“I now pronounce…”
Charlotte’s eyes shone with happy tears. The pride and love on her face made all of the hardships and bullshit on this journey worth it. I squeezed her hand and looked out at the intimate gathering of guests who’d come to wish us well in this next phase.
“…Ascend Sky open for business.”
Marshall popped the champagne, and the handful of employees assembled in the Ascend Sky lobby clapped and cheered.
Charlotte beamed and accepted the first glass, then raised it in silent toast before taking a big swallow. There was another round of cheers, then everyone split off, talking excitedly as they moved to explore the newly finished facility.
Charlotte and I had already seen it. We’d broken it in the night before.
“I really do love the new name,” I said, looping my arms around her waist. “And everything else about this place.”