Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“You want me to be a slave?” The term rankles.
“I want you to be the submissive partner, Princess. It’s the way relationships work where we come from. There’s a Dominant partner or partners and a submissive. It means we’re to take care of you in all things.”
What did it say about the enormous responsibilities of the last thirteen years of my life that when I fantasize about a relationship, it’s with men who want to take the lead? Still, I can’t let all of my control go. Not even in a dream.
“I can let you take the lead in this, but know I’m still my own woman.”
He chuckles lightly. “I wouldn’t have you any other way. You wouldn’t be alive today if you were less of a woman than you are.”
It’s true, and I don’t want to think about any of that right now. I don’t want to think about the fact that I must deal with the mayor tomorrow. The festival will be crowded enough that I can avoid him until I absolutely have to stand beside him and announce our engagement. I’ll play the demure fiancée and plead the harvest to keep from his company. As soon as the money is in Gillian’s hands, we’ll disappear.
Micha is a momentary problem. My Dark Ones are more important.
“All right then, you should tell me what you want me to do. You seemed to have enjoyed kissing me before.” I direct my question to One since Two is once again preoccupied. His hands smooth over my shoulders and down my arms as his mouth is again on the nape of my neck. The heat of his body surrounds me, and I can feel something hard press against my lower back.
His male part. His cock. I hear the village women giggle as they talk of their husbands and lovers. They often speak of cocks and how much pleasure a cock can bring. I watched the animals mate in the fields, but the women around me tell me that making love to a man is very different.
This certainly feels different.
I rub back against Two.
“Hey. Don’t you forget me.” One presses in, trapping me between their massive, muscular bodies. I’m deliciously crushed in between them. “And I love kissing you. We both do. Now calm down and let us take control. We’re getting closer. Can you feel it?”
Something does feel different. Their voices are stronger than before. Where they used to whisper, now they speak in strong tones. Where the touches and caresses were once light and soft as a spring breeze, they feel solid and real now.
“I feel it. I want you here with me.” I want to never wake up. I want to sink so far into the dream that it becomes reality. Then I don’t have to worry about killing Torin or saving my people. I don’t have to find a place to hide Mags and Ove. I don’t have to plot ways to keep Micha’s hands off me. I can simply be their submissive.
One kisses me, his lips strong against my own. I shiver when I feel his tongue trace the seam of my lips at the exact moment Two’s fingertips begin to pull down the bodice of my gown. The silky fabric skims my skin, and I open for One’s invasion. One kisses like a ravenously hungry man, his mouth slanting over mine again and again. He rubs his tongue along mine, a slow, silky slide that heats my whole body.
I feel it again, that slight flash of something sharp nipping my flesh, but it’s gone in an instant. Cool air kisses my breasts as Two works the bodice to my waist.
One’s head comes up, and he stares down at my now-bare breasts.
It’s only the second time I was naked in a dream, and in the first I was awakened by the damn rooster. I pray dawn is far away.
“You’re so beautiful,” One says, his voice husky.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Two whispers into my ear. “Think about how lovely these beauties will be when we dress them up.”
Big, strong hands cup my breasts, offering them up to One, who reaches out and begins to play with my nipples. I whimper as he pinches them.
“That’s right, love. That’s a sweet sound.” He rolls the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He gently tugs and then punctuates it with a sharp, stinging pinch that sends shivers of arousal to my pussy. My nipples tighten, and every inch of my skin begins to come alive. “It sounds like the princess likes our games, brother.”
“She’ll like the jewels I’ll pick out for her nipples, too.” Two nips at my ear. “You’ll be a good girl, won’t you? You’ll let your Masters dress you up. We’ll bind you and hold you down for our pleasure. We’ll pierce these gorgeous nipples and play with the rings.”