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“It’s awfully big,” Asia warned as shesmoothed lube over the toy.
Charlotte whined impatiently.
I sat on the couch and pulled the laptopcloser, leaning in to watch as the head of the dildo stretchedCharlotte’s pussy.
“Can you take it?” Asia teased her.
“She can take it,” I murmured, breathing alittle harder. She could take it all.
Charlotte was of the same opinion. “Give meall of it!”
Asia pushed the toy into Charlotte’s cuntwith one slow, smooth stroke. Charlotte groaned, her head droppingback until Tiffany righted it and scolded her for moving.
“Is that good?” Asia asked.
“Yes,” Charlotte gasped. “Yes!”
“Better than Mr. Ashe?”
I laughed. Of course, Asia would be boldenough to ask that. If I were an insecure man, maybe I would haveworried about the answer. Since I was a highly egotistical man, Iknew exactly what it would be.
“No. I fucking love his cock!”
Okay, more enthusiastic than Iexpected.I wouldn’t complain. My dick jumped, hearing itselfnamed, and I flexed my hands, so close to unzipping and jackingmyself off.
I probably wouldn’t even have to touch it.The threat of shameful adolescent memories making a nostalgicreturn in my pants wasreal. I needed to step back and cooloff. I closed the laptop and took a few deep breaths.
“Okay, dragon.” I chuckled to myself at thenickname, rubbing a hand over my face. “Time to get intocharacter.”
CHAPTER FIVE
(Charlotte)
Mounds of pink rose petals lined the halloutside the bedroom, and pink ribbon wound in a curving paththrough the house. What must have been hundreds of white pillarcandles in an assortment of heights illuminated my journey throughthe otherwise dark living room and down the stairs to the lowerlevel.
I might have appreciated the effort more ifI weren’t so sexually frustrated. My pussy clenched with everystep, and my tits ached from the nipple clamps the women had onlyjust removed.
Matt had given me a tour of the villa, butwe hadn’t spent much time downstairs. From what I remembered, itwas guest bedrooms that never got used. The rose-petal path led meto one of those doors. I pushed it open. Matt waited inside.
My knees went weak at the sight of him. Itwasn’t like I hadn’t noticed his devastating handsomeness before,but the black suit, the candlelight, the waves in his slightlyin-need-of-a-cut hair made me hyperaware of his sharp, square jaw,his broad shoulders and chest, the way he towered over me.
The dark edge in his deep voice as he said,“Hello, princess,” brought a hiccup of nerves to my throat.
The room was decorated much the same as therest of the house, with candles and rose petals. The bed was madeup with a thick white duvet and a mountain of pillows, but therewas additional furniture here that I definitely hadn’t seen on thetour. A tall-backed white armchair sat at the end of the bed, and acontraption of chrome bars and padded cushions with hanging strapsdominated the center of the room where I was certain there had beena seating area before.
There were also a lot of very interestingimplements laid out on a side table.
Matt took in my wide-eyed survey of the roomand chuckled. “Are you afraid, princess?”
I shook my head. I trusted him completely.“No, my dragon.”
He walked to me slowly and drew the backs ofhis fingers down my cheek. He might as well have rubbed my clit;the sensation ended up in the same place.
“Did you enjoy your time with my friends?”His hand drifted down to my shoulder then slowly back to myneck.
I swallowed, my cunt aching at the memory ofthat big dildo inside me. I’d been so close. They’d kept me on thevery edge of orgasm for so long that I was still there, certainevery touch would send me over.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his bighand curling around my throat. “Come look at yourself with me.”