Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“That’s it, princess.” There was pride in my dragon’s voice. I didn’t want to obey him. I wanted to exceed his expectations of me. I wanted to see how long it could go, how long I could put off needing to stop completely.
How long I could stand, bare from the waist down, in the strange privacy of the hedge maze yards from a fancy garden party.
There it was. The acknowledgment of our situation, the threat of being discovered in such a wildly inappropriate setting, doing wildly inappropriate things, that made me squeak, “Diamond!”
He held the cane still but didn’t move it away. “Tell me when it’s safe.”
In four, hold four, out four, hold four, I chanted in my brain, my cunt fluttering with the threat of climax. Then…nothing. I didn’t come. Still counting my breaths, I nodded to Matt that it was okay to move the cane.
“Good girl.” He took my panties out of his pocket and used them to clean the head of the cane before pushing himself up from the bench. “Bend over.”
I braced my hands on the bench and let him push my skirt up.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned. “But that doesn’t matter, since you’re not getting off, anyway.”
The teasing was so bratty, I almost laughed.
“But on the off chance that I don’t come within seconds, remember to use your word.” The head of his cock nudged me and slipped inside. His deep groan vibrated along every nerve. “You’ve looked so good to me all day. Not while you were grinding yourself on my cane. Not standing here with your dress hiked up, begging to get caught.”
He stroked slowly, his breathing audibly shallow.
When he spoke again, his voice was tight with strain. “It was just you being close to me. Standing next to me at this fucking party, looking beautiful and innocent…then letting me…”
He surged forward, and a hot burst flooded my cunt.
Vain pleasure flushed my cheeks. He’d lost control of himself so quickly, and all because of me.
That was almost as satisfying as an orgasm.
He pulled out with a curse. “Wow. That was…”
“Fast. You’re welcome for me being so hot.” I straightened and turned to face him. “I’ll need my panties back now.”
He frowned. “No. You gave them to me.”
My mouth dropped open. “Um, we’re at a party and someone, I’m not pointing fingers here, prematurely ejaculated inside me.”
“It’s not premature if I planned it to be a quickie.” He zipped up and took his cane from where he’d left it leaning against the bench.
“Yeah, but gravity.” I gestured in the direction of my crotch. “I can’t walk around this party—”
“With my cum smeared all over your thighs?” He pointed his cane at my hem. “You have a long skirt. I don’t think anyone will notice.”
I planted my hands on my hips. “I’ll notice. And if we run into my brother, it’s going to be all you can think about.”
A look of horror passed over Matt’s face.
He gave the panties back.
* * * *
By the time we made it back to the party, things had begun to wind down. Apparently, weekends in the country included “excursions.” Most of the guests had moved through the house, to the front, and Matt led me there looking for his mom.
“Matthew!” she called out, gliding toward us with her long cigarette holder waving in the air like a conductor’s baton. “They’re leaving for the winery.”
“We don’t have to excurd, do we?” I asked Matt quietly as we watched some guests get into a shuttle.
“Not if you don’t want to,” Matt said with an expression of pure relief. To his mother, he said, “You know, I think we’ll skip the winery. I’ve been.”
Elizabeth pursed her lips. “Don’t be antisocial, dear.”
“I’m not—”
“He’s trying to avoid me.” My brother’s voice was loud and clear behind us. He used a friendly tone, but I knew a passive-aggressive accusation when I heard one. We were raised by the same damn woman.
I turned, ready to snap at him that he’d been avoiding us all through the party, then remembered that this wasn’t the time or place for a sibling spat. Instead, I smiled brightly at him. “How could we avoid you when we didn’t even know you were going to be here?”
“You’ve both been difficult to contact,” he said, returning fire and setting a trap. “No cell service in the Caribbean?”
Matt returned Scott’s smile, but tightly. “It can be spotty.”
“You’d think with all your money you’d be able to afford an international SIM card.”
Scott had barely finished speaking before Elizabeth tutted and said, “Please, boys, no talking about money. It’s vulgar.”
The irony briefly ejected my consciousness out of my body. Don’t talk about money, it’s vulgar. But we were at a weekend-long birthday party in a palace.
“Sorry, Mrs. Ashe,” Scott said, and I fully expected him to bow to her.