Page 22 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

I could barely lift my head. My shouldersached from holding myself up, but the fact that I was restrainedseverely impaired my ability to adjust position.

“You should see how beautiful this is.” Heran a finger around my opening, on the seam between my flesh andthe toy. “You’re so wet, you might as well have just gotten out ofthe pool. God, I love seeing you spread open like this for me.Thank you, princess.”

I shuddered through another orgasm, nolonger strong enough to try to fight.

“Please…” I whimpered. “Please, no more, mydragon.”

“But you’re so close. You’ve only got threeminutes left. You don’t want to give up now,” he encouraged me. Ortaunted me. It was difficult to tell the difference at themoment.

“I do! I…” Too late. “Ten! Ten! Please makeit stop!”

“Are you going to use your word?” he asked.“Are you going to beg for mercy?”

I gritted my teeth. It was only threeminutes. Did I want to quit now? What was so different between thisand exercising, pushing myself to finish that mile or that rep,knowing that sense of satisfaction at the end would make it allworthwhile?

“No, my dragon,” I sobbed.

Three minutes. Three minutes of the mostutterly unpleasant, painfully overstimulated orgasms I’d ever feltin my life.I will never want to come ever again after this,I vowed to myself. Forget a sex island. I would make him buy me acelibacy island.

“Did you lose count?” Matt asked.

“I…” Did I? Where were we?Forty-fiveseconds…seven…“There are too many!”

And then, there was another. And another.And he counted them for me, waiting until I screamed and convulsedmy way through each one, until the timer dinged, and he withdrewthe toy.

I moaned in relief, slumping against theheadrest.

“Seventeen,” Matt said, his voice full ofwonder. “I’m so impressed by your stamina, princess.”

“Did I do a good job?” My teeth chattereduncontrollably.

“A very good job.” The sound of Velcrointerrupted him. “Let’s get you out of this.”

My entire body was racked with shivers as heundid the straps and helped me down. My legs didn’t hold me up.Unfortunately, he couldn’t hold me up, either, without tippingsideways, so he pulled me into his lap and we both fell heavilyinto the armchair.

“Glad I made that decision,” he said with alaugh, stroking my hair.

I snuggled close, fully aware that my bodilyfluids were ruining his trousers. I was too exhausted to care. “DidI please you, my dragon?”

“You pleased me very, very much.” He tiltedmy face up, and I thought I would get a kiss. Instead, he slippedtwo fingers into my cunt, making me gasp and recoil. They weren’tinside me for long. He withdrew them, held them up to show me thethick, shining juices coating them. “Open.”

I obediently opened my mouth and let him laythose fingers against my tongue.

“Suck them clean. Suck them like you’resucking my cock.”

I closed my lips, swirling my tongue aroundhis fingers and drawing them deeper. It wasn’t only arousal on mytongue, but my sweat. My skin was damp with it all over, my hairdripping.

“How does that taste, princess?” he asked,pulling his hand back.

It tasted like proof that I’d made him proudof me. Proof that he wanted me. That he’d chosen me. But those werestrange things to say. A lot stranger—and way more intimate—thanjust, “Delicious, my dragon.”

“I think you need some water, someibuprofen, and a hot shower.” He gave me a little nudge.

“What about fucking me?” I whined. Icouldn’t quite believe myself, suggesting such a thing after all ofthat when I’d so recently decided to take holy orders and neverindulge in sins of the flesh again.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, hisbrow furrowing. “Or do youthinkyou should let me fuckyou?”

“Um…” I considered. “The first.”

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