Page 42 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

It had been hours. Hours of getting fuckedin every available orifice, hours of relentless orgasms inflictedon her vulnerable body, of taking twenty cocks, satisfying twentymen, before she finally cried out, “Mercy, my dragon!”

The man who’d finished with her steppedback. The rest of the knights followed suit. I stood and moved tounlatch the shackle around her wrist. She blinked up at me withtear-glazed eyes in her sticky face and asked, “Did I please you,my dragon?”

“You did, princess,” I said gently. “And areyou pleased?”

She nodded weakly, an elated smile on herlips. “That was…incredible.”

I helped her sit up, but it was immediatelyclear that she would not be able to walk on her own.

Shame coursed through me. Shame that I knewwas undeserved, because it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t carryher. My arms ached to, though, to lift her up and hold her againstmy chest and carry her off to tend to her.

Dante was at my side in an instant and said,low, “Do you want some help?”

No, I didn’t want help. I wanted to be ableto carry my girlfriend back to the house by myself. But I noddedand managed to choke out, “Thank you.”

“Come on, I’ve got you,” Dante—no, in thiscontext, in the way he was helping me out, he was my friendAlex—lifted her into his arms the way I desperately wanted to.

“Go ahead,” I said, nodding toward thedoors. As I followed them, hating every step, I addressed theremaining guests. “Thank you, gentlemen, truly. This was a sharedfantasy between Charlotte and I, and obviously it wouldn’t havebeen possible without your participation.”

I barely heard the smattering of thank-yousin response. It was one thing to need to involve other people in afantasy. It was another thing altogether to not be able to providethe kind of aftercare you wanted to provide your sub after thatfantasy had been acted out.

The cart waited at the bottom of the stairsoutside. Alex stood beside it, still holding Charlotte, whoappeared to be dozing off. It was no wonder; I’d never seen anyonedo what she’d done in there.

“Get in,” Alex said, and once I did, hesurprised me by settling Charlotte in my lap. “I’ll ride with you,and we can get her into the house.”

I swallowed my self-pity the momentCharlotte’s head lolled onto my shoulder. “Thank you,” shewhispered, her fingers curling around a lapel of my jacket. Shetoyed with it absently, silent as the driver took us back to thehouse.

Alex carried her in and to my bedroom, askedif I needed anything else, and believed me when I said I didn’t.That was more important to me than I think he understood; it hadbeen a long time since I’d been able to tell someone I was fine onmy own and had them believe me.

When he left, Charlotte, struggling to keepher eyes open, said, “The sheets… I’m gross.”

“Don’t worry about the sheets. We can washthem,” I promised.

“I need a shower.” But she couldn’t pushherself up from the bed. “I’m so—”

“Exhausted,” I supplied for her firmly. “Ifyou don’t stay there in that bed, your dragon will be verydispleased.”

A sleepy smile touched her lips. “Okay, butI still feel gross.”

“Your dragon can take care of that,” Ipromised. “Give me a minute.”

I left her in the bed and went to thekitchen, where I found a large bowl in one of the cupboards. I tookit to the master bath, filled it with hot water, then made asecondary trip for soap and a mound of towels and washcloths.

I’d had enough sponge baths in the hospitalthat I could pull one off for someone else, no problem. When Itouched the damp cloth to her cheek, her eyes fluttered open.

I hushed her preemptively. “You sleep. I’llclean.”

“That was amazing,” she said, her throathoarse. “I can’t believe we did that.”

We.That was exactly what I’d hopedfor, without realizing it. I’d wanted her to know that this wasbetween the two of us, despite twenty other people being involved.We’d done it for each other.

“Did I get through all twenty?” sheasked.

“You did. In one way or another.” I droppedthe soapy washcloth on the floor and wetted a fresh one with cleanwater, gently wiping her face. Traces of makeup remained, but shecould do a more thorough job of it in the morning. “Some of them,you did twice.”

“I feel like my vagina and my asshole aregoing to fall out,” she said, and I laughed along with her at hercrude words.

“They both deserve a break,” I agreed.

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