Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
They’d been back in Escana for three months now. And things had fallen into their own rhythm. She helped Uncle Willy with his photos. Sometimes he went away with the queen and kings and she’d even gone a few times. But only if Ian or Jack went with her.
Pippa and the princes had decided to have some wedding photos taken that they’d released to the world. But there had been no big wedding, no outside guests. And honestly, Pippa had looked so relieved. And happy.
Poor Vivi was still suffering from morning sickness. Oh, and from being smothered by Wolfe. That man had Ian beat for fussing and worrying.
The guys were all getting on well. It was like they’d never been apart. They worked as a team. And she loved it.
Loved them.
She hadn’t heard from her family. And it was frankly a relief, even if it sometimes made her sad.
“I can see you have zoned out on us, Miss Maggie. We will need to do something to bring you back into the present. Assistant Jack, please suck on her nipples.”
What?
She glanced down at herself. Shoot. She was completely naked. Jack worked fast.
He cupped a breast in each hand, then leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth.
Maggie let out a low moan. With his other hand, he played with her other nipple, tugging on it lightly. Then he moved his mouth to her left nipple to give it the same treatment.
Jameson came over and took hold of her wrist, placing two fingers over her pulse point while staring at his watch. “Elevated heart rate and just from having her nipples sucked. I see what you’re talking about,” he said to Ian, who nodded.
“I bet her pussy is already slick and her clit swollen,” Ian said.
Whoa. What?
“Assistant, please help her lie down on the bed. You know what position to get her into.”
Jack stepped away and she whined, wanting his mouth and fingers back on her nipples.
“Very needy. Interesting.”
It was?
Jack led her to the bed and arranged her so her ass was at the edge of the bed as she lay on her back. He put her feet up so they sat on the mattress and her legs were spread wide.
Wow. Ian had to be getting a great view of her pussy.
“Miss Maggie is very flushed. I think she might be overheating. We may need to take her temperature. Assistant, please put a tiny bit of lube on this anal thermometer.”
“What?” she cried, closing her legs.
“Were you given leave to close your legs?” Ian asked sternly.
“N-no, Sir.”
“Then you will open them immediately, naughty girl,” Ian told her.
She’d known this might happen. Jameson had gone through the scene with her beforehand with a list of possibilities of what he might do. And she’d liked them all. But somehow, when faced with it, she felt more nervous.
She parted her legs as Ian walked over. He gave her a stern look before he delivered a smack to her pussy. She cried out in pain, which quickly morphed into pleasure.
Monkeyballs.
“Hmm, it seems that Miss Maggie likes her pussy being slapped. Even when she’s been naughty. I don’t know what the fuss is, it’s not as though the thermometer is even that thick. We’re going to be putting far thicker things into your ass in this examination.”
Yikes.
That was slightly terrifying.
“Lie on your side, facing away from my assistant, Miss Maggie. And curl your legs up to your chest.”
Her face flamed as she knew her bottom and pussy were on full display.
Guess it’s nothing they haven’t seen before.
“Assistant Jack, could you please part the patient’s ass cheeks for me so I can see her hole more easily?”
She let out a small noise of disbelief. Did he really need to ask for assistance? To see her hole better? Seriously?
But she couldn’t deny that every word was turning her on more. This was better than any book she’d ever read, that was for sure.
The thermometer was pushed slowly into her bum.
“Very good. She’s obviously been stretched back here. Did you do that, Mr. Blackstone?”
“Of course,” Ian replied. “She’s been stretched daily.”
“Very good. That saves me a lot of time. And I can do a nice, deep examination of her ass.”
What now?
“I need to find the spot where I can situate the thermometer.” It was pulled nearly fully out before being pushed back in. Then again.
She squirmed, her clit throbbing.
“You will stay still, Miss Maggie,” Jameson said sternly. “Or I shall instruct your guardian to punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Doctor. I’m sorry.”
“She really has no control over her bodily urges,” Jameson said. “It’s good you brought her in to see me, Mr. Blackstone.”
“If anyone can help her, it’s you, Doctor,” Ian said without a hint of laughter in his voice.
It was like this was real.
And she loved it.
“Ahh. Here we are. Assistant, start a five-minute timer, please.”