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“Oh, very medieval,” I said with agiggle.
“Don’t worry. The other events have beenmoved to various locations around the island. Nobody’s fucking willbe impeded by our good time.” He nodded toward the stairs. “Thisway.”
He led me to the theater, along a path alsolined with the faux-medieval torches. Were they a little bit corny,a little Halloween-store? Sure, but it was touching as hell thathe’d gone to these lengths.
Besides, he’d probably bankrupted himself onthe tiara and butt plug. Both of which were absurd. The entirething was. The fact that I was dating a man who owned a sex islandwas absurd. My life had become utterly ridiculous.
And super fun.
“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached thetheater doors.
I took a deep breath and nodded, expectingto see the twenty men assembled inside. To my surprise, when Mattthrew open the doors, the theater was empty. A long, wide table satin the center of the otherwise bare floor, heavenly smells waftingfrom the mounds of food on offer.
My jaw dropped. It looked like a medievalbanquet, with whole roast hens and steaming pies, towers of fruitsand pastries, pewter goblets and rustic tankards, and near the headof the table, a narrow section with a single thick, iron shacklebolted directly to the wood. Scattered among all the normal thingsone 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 leavethe castle tonight bathed in cum and unable to walk right, I wouldbe very disappointed.
“Hop up, princess,” Matt instructed, guidingme between two of the rough-hewn benches lining the sides.
I did so, but gingerly. It was difficult toforget that I had a priceless sex toy in my butt. The entire waythere, all I’d thought about was how I would accidentally lose thegiant diamond affixed to it. Not that it would be impossible tofind. It was so big, it would probably leave a dent in the floor ifsomeone dropped it.
I sat on the edge of the table and Mattstepped between my spread knees as far as my skirt would allow. Hereached for the shackle on its long chain. “Right or left arm?”
“Left,” I answered, and held it outobediently. “My dragon.”
He latched the cuff around my wrist and inalmost the same instant grabbed the back of my neck and yanked meforward. I thought he would go in for a kiss; instead, he bit mylip, pulling a startled cry from my throat. My earlier deniedorgasms 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, hismouth a breath away from mine.
My voice stuck in my throat.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’ the dragonordered her,” he quoted. I knew he’d recorded that call. Had hewatched it often enough that he’d memorized it? He must have,because the words matched too closely the story burned into mymemory. “And she obeyed him, begging the knights to use her, tofuck her mouth and her cunt and her ass, to defile her until theirlusts were sated and no prince desiring a chaste maiden would wanther. And when they were finished, the dragon would bestow sacks ofgold upon them as a reward, for he, too, wished to see his princessbehave like the common slut he knew her to be.”
I shivered and squeezed my thighstogether.
“Are you going to behave that way for metonight?” he asked, giving my bottom lip another sharp nip.
“Yes, my dragon,” I whispered.
“Good. Because twenty knights are waiting torescue you from the dragon. Prove that you don’t want to be.” Thehand at the back of my neck slid around to cover my throat. Heexerted minimal pressure, and I lay back at that urging. “What doyou say if you want it to stop?”
“I say ‘mercy,’ my dragon.” My voice wasbarely audible.
“And when your mouth is stuffed full of astranger’s cock? What then?” he prompted.
I snapped my fingers five times, and henodded, appeased.
He took a seat at the head of the table,close enough to touch me if he wanted to. Certainly, close enoughthat he’d see every flicker of lust on my face, hear every slap ofanother man’s cock pounding into me. He filled a goblet from one ofthe 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 dressedimpeccably for the occasion. Their shirts alone probably cost moremoney than my parents had wasted sending me to college. The knightswere devastatingly handsome, but I only recognized a few of themfrom around the resort.
I searched out Dante. Our eyes met, and hegave me a nod and a crooked smile. I recognized the man who’dfucked me over the roulette table, but tonight he sportedsalt-and-pepper stubble that matched his hair. Another of theknights had been at the lube orgy. I had no idea if I’d fuckedhim.
If I hadn’t, I would.