Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Not now, it isn’t. But trust me, when I was a scrawny, nerdy guy in his twenties, all the money in the world couldn’t have bought me a night with a girl like you.” Okay, that was an exaggeration. Money could—and had—gotten me anything.
“Wait, you mean I could be charging you for this?” she joked.
At least, I hoped it was a joke.
“Right now, I would write you a blank check and hand over the keys to my house, if you asked me to.” I was going to end up a sugar daddy if I wasn’t careful.
There were worse things to be.
“I hate to fuck and run,” she said, filling up another glass of water. “But I’m exhausted now. Is it rude if I hang up to take a nap?”
Is it rude if I ask you to stay on and let me watch you sleep? Some things were too creepy, even for me. “It’s perfectly fine. Get some rest. I’ll be in touch.”
“I know you will,” she sing-songed with a little smirk. “You’re weirdly good at telling stories, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I said with a shrug. “I used to DM all the time in college.”
“Oh my god.” She covered her face with her hands. “I did not get Facetime dommed by a D and D nerd.”
“‘Fraid so.” I grinned at her. “Good night, Princess.”
We hung up and I immediately opened the recording I’d made and gripped my aching cock.
I didn’t get past “Once upon a time,” before I came.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
(Charlotte)
I didn’t hear from Matt for two weeks, and even though we weren’t anything like dating, he’d still been thoughtful enough to let me know that he would be difficult to get ahold of while he moved back to New York and started to work again. Once, he sent me a text of the princess emoji. I sent him a dragon back and forced myself to be cool. I could not sit around and wait for him to call or text, even when he consumed like forty percent of my brain. If that shit started to snowball, it could easily hit a hundred percent, and that wasn’t what we were about.
Besides, I had my awesome job to concentrate on. Bees and Buds had turned out to be a perfect fit for me, and the employee discount wasn’t bad, either. It was my afternoon off, so I was relaxing with the fruits of my labors with my feet up on my coffee table, my glassy eyes fixed on an episode of Euphoria, a honey straw in my mouth and a dab pen in my hand.
“Package for you!” my mom called cheerfully from the other side of the front door. I put down my phone and went to let her in, finding her holding a box the size of a microwave.
“What the…” I took the box from her and hoisted it onto my hip to examine the label.
Mr. M and New York, NY popped out at me right away.
“Are you going to open it?” Mom asked, nosy as ever.
“I am,” I said, backing slowly inside with my hand on the door. “Alone.”
“Is it something I’m not supposed to know about?” she asked, her teasing tone barely covering her suspicion.
“I don’t know yet. I haven’t opened it. It’s from a friend.” I kept the door on its forward travels. “Thanks for bringing it back here.”
She’d brought it to me because she wanted to know what was inside. I could guarantee that she would have regretted her curiosity if I’d let her stick around.
I cut the packing tape and opened the box to find several items inside; the first one that caught my eye was a boxed Hitachi Magic Wand, the second a friendly-looking plush dragon. I picked up the dragon and hugged it hard, squealing with a joy that surprised me. It was such a silly thing, totally impractical and childish. But it came from Matt, from one of our private little jokes. It was so thoughtful and sweet, how could I not love it?
I put the dragon on my bed and went back to the box. Besides the Hitachi, he’d included an intensely realistic dildo, oddly shrink wrapped. Kind of cheap and weird for a sex toy to come in hassle-free packaging. My fingers brushed an envelope, and I fished it out, eyeing the other miscellaneous contents of the box.
There was a handwritten note inside, on paper that felt more luxurious than any sheets I’d ever slept on, with a personalized letterhead. His handwriting was crisp and easy to read.
Princess—
Please use the enclosed items to do as many wicked things to your body as you’d like. Except for the dragon, of course. He’s there for cuddles when you’re finished.
The dildo is custom made by an artist friend who specializes in life casts; I hope you recognize it. If you don’t, that means we’ve spent too much time apart.