by Parker Grey
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I thought you were gone.”
Now Dom is standing in front of her, grinning, his cock practically bursting from his pants.
“Don’t apologize,” he says. “It gave us some very good ideas.”
Her eyes widen nervously.
“I think you have the wrong idea,” she says, breathlessly. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you or something. I just had some pent up... frustration.”
She swallows, and I take her earlobe between my teeth. She gasps.
“I’ve never even been with one man at a time and there’s no way I can be with two!” she squeaks.
“Just say the word, Princess,” Dom says, leaning over the sofa she’s sitting on, his hand on the back. “Tell us you don’t want us and we’ll leave, no questions asked.”
She takes a deep breath and bites her lip. I release her earlobe and pull away a few inches as she looks from Dom to me and back again.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I have to stay pure for the sake of my country, for my people, for my future husband...”
“You know why we’re here, right?” I ask her.
“It’s not because we’re deeply concerned with the Inter-Continental Council,” Dom says.
“We’re here because you’re in the market to be married, Princess,” I go on, putting one hand on her knee, the silk warm beneath my fingers. “Neither of us came all this way just for a good fuck.”
“I can’t marry you both,” she points out, very sensibly.
Dom leans in even closer.
“You’re going to be Queen someday,” he says. “I think you can do whatever you want.”
“Come on, Princess,” I whisper. “What do you say?”
She swallows and closes her eyes, thinking about it, and I close one hand around a fistful of her red hair, turning her to face me, delicate and submissive, fucking perfect in every way.
I kiss her, slow and hard. I push my tongue into her mouth, my hand still on the back of her head, as I move my fingers up her thigh slowly, feeling her tremble. Katarina moans softly into my mouth and meets my tongue with hers, letting me plunder her.
Fuck, I already love being inside her.
I end the kiss, her lips red and swollen from the force, releasing her hair as Dom leans in, his hand on her neck, and he kisses her just as hard and as thoroughly as I did.
“Well,” he says, as they come up for air. “What do you say?”
She blinks quickly, looking from me to him and back.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. “But — I’ve never done this before. Not even close.”
Dom chuckles, moving his hand down her neck to her breasts, her nipples hard through the thin silk of her nightgown.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” he says. “Tonight is all about you.”
Chapter Ten
Katarina
I can hardly breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m so wet that I’ve probably ruined this nightgown.
They both want me.
Not just that. They both just proposed to me, and even though it’s crazy and impossible-sounding, I think they might be right.
Bruno turns my head again, and he’s not forceful, exactly, but there’s no question who’s in control right now — it’s not me, it’s them. He kisses me again, even harder than the first time, as Dom kisses my neck and trails his hand down my chest, just barely skimming his palm over one hard, pebbled nipple.
I moan into Bruno’s mouth.
“You like that?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say.
Dom does it again, both palms on both nipples, so lightly I can barely feel it, but the sensation sends a jolt up my spine. I gasp, and Bruno bites my bottom lip.
“I’d say it’s a fucking shame no one’s touched you before now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re so fucking ready, Princess, but I think I’m going to love being the one to ruin that innocence.”
I moan again as his fingers slide under the hem of my silk nightgown, skimming up my thigh until he finds the crease at my hip.
Dom takes both my nipples between his fingers, his lips still on my neck, and rolls them gently through the silk, the fabric whispering against the sensitive nubs perfectly. I’ve got one hand on each man, but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I’m utterly transported already, and they’ve only just started.
“Spread your legs for me, Princess,” Bruno orders, his voice rough but soft. “Show me how wet you are.”
I swallow, closing my eyes. Of course no one has ever talked to me like this, but no one has even dared use that tone.
I open my knees, letting my nightgown drape between them. Dom pinches both my nipples a little harder as Bruno kisses me fiercely, and it almost hurts but instead it feels so, so good. He tugs on the already-low neckline of my nightgown, and then suddenly my breasts are both free, nipples pink and rosy in the firelight.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Dom growls, taking them in both hands. He squeezes them almost roughly, my nipples between his thumb and first finger, and my back arches.
“You’re so eager to be touched,” he murmurs, still teasing me. “Do you have a lot of frustrations, Princess?”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please.”
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Bruno says, his hand moving up my inner thigh. “Not for anything.”
He swipes one finger along the very edge of my lips, just as Dom pinches my nipples again, and I cry out. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it.
“You’re so fucking wet, Princess,” Bruno says. “Is that for us? Were you sitting in here, thinking about the things that the two of us could do to you, your beautiful pussy gushing like a waterfall?”
I’m panting for breath, and he slides his fingers up toward my clit, circling it slowly.
“I was trying not to,” I whisper.
“Here’s the first thing we’re going to do to you,” Bruno says. He slides to the floor, on his knees between my legs, still circling my clit with one hand. “I’m going to taste your honey and lick your sweet little cunt until you come. And then Dom and I are going to trade places.”
Without waiting for an answer, he grabs my ass and pulls me to the edge of the couch, pushing my nightgown up over my hips in one motion. Before I know it, my white panties are off, Bruno still rubbing me, slow and deliberate as he runs his lips down the inside of one thigh.
At the same time, Dom locks his lips around one nipple and sucks on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over the engorged surface. I moan again, just as Bruno puts one hand on the inside of each knee, pushing my legs even wider.
I gasp. Now I’m helpless, practically naked to the world, spread in front of both these men, but Bruno’s surprisingly gentle as his tongue starts at the bottom of my slit, slides between my lips and then moves in a slow circle around my clit.
I whimper, my hand locked in Bruno’s hair. Dom chuckles, still licking at one nipple and pinching the other, his hands all over me.
Bruno licks me harder and harder, my legs still wide, his tongue darting back and forth across my clit masterfully, like he knows exactly how to make me come in record time. I clench my hand in his hair, totally oblivious to anything but the sheer pleasure rocketing through my body.
“That feels so good,” I whisper.
Dom chuckles and bites my nipple just hard enough, pulling back as he does, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body.
“So you like having your pussy licked,” he murmurs. “He better save some of your sweet, sweet honey for me, Princess, because I’ve got every intention of making you come with my tongue in your cunt as well.”
Just like that, I fall over the edge, exploding, pleasure rocking through me with a blast, but Bruno doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down, but he teases at my lips with his fingers, gradually sliding a fingertip inside.
“Please,” I whisper, back arched, my hand still in his hair.
Bruno pushes his finger
deeper and strokes something inside me that feels like a lightning bolt charging through my body.
“You want us to fuck you, don’t you?” Dom growls in my ear.
I can only nod, senses too overwhelmed to even talk.
“Good,” he says. “I can’t wait until I’ve got my thick cock inside your tight little pussy and you’re moaning and screaming while I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. But not tonight.”
I’m back on the edge, my eyes rolling back in my head. Bruno slides a second finger inside me, stroking that spot again, and it’s almost like touching an electric fence.
“Why?” I manage to whisper.
“We promised to start you slow, Princess,” he says.
I come again, my whole body jolting and jerking. I throw my head back and cry out, and Bruno keeps going until I’m completely finished.
Then he pulls his head back, takes his fingers from my pussy, and stands. He kisses me without saying anything, and he tastes like me and it’s dirty and gross but it’s also hot.
Dom’s already off the couch, on his knees, Bruno on one side of me. When he stops the kiss, he takes his fingers, covered in my juices, and puts them in his mouth, licking them off slowly.
Just as he does, Dom strokes my other lips with his fingers. I’m even wetter now, so wet I’m afraid I’m soaking through this couch, but I don’t care. He puts his lips around my clit and sucks on it, making me gasp.
“You’re fucking delicious,” Bruno murmurs, reaching over and taking a nipple in his fingers. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the second we walked into the throne room.”
Dom sucks harder, and I can only stare at Bruno, my mind flickering in and out of thought.
“And you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he goes on, pinching my nipples harder until I moan. “I love watching you lose control. Especially when I’ve got my tongue in your pussy and you’re moaning for me like the wicked girl I know you really are.”
“I’m—” I start.
Dom licks me harder and then I come for the third time in a row, biting my lip and throwing my head back.
“That’s my princess,” Bruno says, grinning.
“I can’t come again,” I gasp. Now my whole body is jerking with every stroke of Dom’s tongue, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Dom, I can’t.”
He stops licking me for a moment as he pushes two of his thick fingers into my opening. I gasp as he fills me and curls his fingers inside me.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs.
Dom licks and strokes in rhythm, and within seconds I’m scaling new heights, shouting at the top of my lungs. I think I might be babbling, and I don’t know what I’m saying, but I come hard one last time for both my princes.
Then Dom stops, slowly. He kisses me, just like Bruno did, then licks off his fingers.
It’s so, so sexy, the way he does it, licking them clean while he stares me in the eyes.
“I want you both to fuck me,” I whisper. “Please.”
Together, they pull me back onto the couch so I’m sitting upright. I kiss one, then the other, both tasting like me, and I lose which one I’m kissing. My silk nightgown is around my waist, and their hands are still all over my body, spent as I am.
“Fuck me,” I beg again. “I need you inside me, please.”
They exchange a look.
“Not tonight, Princess,” Bruno says.
My mouth drops open.
“Why?”
“We’re in the library at two in the morning,” Dom says. “When we fuck you, we’re going to fuck you hard and we’re going to fuck you right, Princess.”
“Plus, we promised you we’d be slow and gentle,” Bruno adds.
I glance down at the enormous bulges in their pants.
“I don’t need slow and gentle,” I say. “And I haven’t even touched you.”
“I told you tonight was all about you,” Dom says, pulling my nightgown up, the silk sliding over my nipple. I shiver.
“Make no mistake,” Bruno adds, pulling up the other side. “We’re going to take turns burying our cocks in your until you scream our names. Just not tonight.”
“When?” I whisper.
They both stand, pulling me to my feet. The rest of my nightgown falls into place, around my feet, and Dom hands me my panties.
“Soon,” he says with a smile.
Chapter Eleven
Dominic
“Who the hell are you?” Bruno asks. He’s sitting on a recliner at the end of a hall, waiting for me before he goes downstairs.
I touch the mask covering the top half of my face again, since it’s already slipping off.
“Shut up,” I say.
Bruno just laughs. He really does have a sense of humor, he just rarely lets it out around strangers, preferring to keep his guard up.
It’s the kind of thing that a couple years in the military will teach you.
“You need double-sided tape,” he says, inspecting my mask. “Trust me. My older sister was crazy for masquerade balls, and since she was the only girl, she got everything she wanted. I must have gone to ten between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, and that was despite spending most of my time with you, in boarding school.”
He produces a small roll of tape from his tuxedo pocket.
“Let a pro handle this,” he says, and I hand him my mask. He applies tape judiciously, and a few minutes later, it’s not slipping down any more.
“Thanks,” I say. “I guess you are good for something.”
We head into a spiral stone staircase, our footsteps echoing, and I can tell we’re alone.
That’s good, because I have an idea.
“I’ve had a thought for a friendly competition,” I say casually.
“What’s that?”
“Something to make this ball a little more enjoyable.”
Bruno just looks at me.
“It couldn’t possibly have something to do with the princess, could it?” he asks dryly. “Since she’s just about the only thing that will make this ball bearable at all.”
“You catch on quickly,” I say. “Must be why we’ve stayed friends so long.”
“What’s the competition?” he asks.
We come to a stop on a landing, and I glance up the staircase and then down, just in case someone else is listening. This is very much something that shouldn’t be overhead.
The coast is clear. I tell Bruno my idea for the princess, and I’m not even half finished with my sentence before he’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Done,” he says, holding out one hand.
We shake firmly.
“And may the best man win,” I say, though that’s hardly what’s going to happen.
No matter who comes out ahead in our friendly little competition, the three of us all win.
The ballroom is massive, sumptuous, and gorgeous. The floor-to-ceiling windows look down on the night skyline of Tomassia’s capital city, massive red drapes hanging next to them. There’s a champagne fountain, enormous flower displays, and a string quartet.
Everyone is milling around in half-masks, and Bruno and I move through the crowd, nodding at various people. It’s not as if having some of the skin near your eyes covered actually conceals your identity — it’s just a fun reason to throw a party.
We get drinks. We have to spend some time making small talk and milling around, buttering up our various allies, acting as if we give a shit about trade agreements.
I don’t. These people could get me to agree to literally anything right now, because I’m just listening politely and scanning the crowd for Katarina, lifting my scotch to my lips every so often.
It works, because I catch a glimpse of her first. Bruno’s still looking in the wrong direction, so I make the fastest excuse I can think of, hold up my glass of scotch, and make my escape, heading straight for the princess.
All the same, when I really see her, I stop dead in my tracks.
Am I always going
to be surprised at how gorgeous she is?
Because I am, even wearing a lace half-mask. I’m fucking stunned at her, bright hair piled on top of her head, wearing a simple-but-elegant purple gown. It’s not unlike the green dress she wore the first day I saw her, though this one shows off a little more cleavage, and the fabric hugs her curves and ass even tighter.
My mouth goes dry. I nearly drop my scotch.
“Prince Dominic,” she says, holding out one hand.
I take it and bow silently, kissing her knuckles slowly.
“Princess Katarina,” I say. “I’d be honored to have your next dance, Princess,” I say, her hand still in mine. I can be the cultured, charming prince when I need to be.
It doesn’t mean I won’t pull her hair while I spank her perfect, round ass later.
“I think that would be lovely,” she says, and slips her arm into mine. From across the room, Bruno glares, but it’s his fault for not being quick enough to spot her, and I wink. He takes another sip of scotch, his already-serious face darkening.
I know, right then, that this competition might get a little intense. Bruno can be competitive about silly things like board games — he’s going to take a prize like Katarina seriously.
“Are you enjoying the ball?” she asks lightly, as we stand near the edge of the dance floor. The current dance — a waltz, I think — is ending, and as the couples on the floor separate, I pull her forward and take her in my arms.
I’m fucking hard as iron already. This isn’t even an intimate hold, and we’re in front of everyone, but it doesn’t matter. She notices and looks away, blushing slightly.
“I’m enjoying it quite a bit,” I say, looking down at her salaciously. “Especially now.”
The princess swallows.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she whispers.
We whirl around the dance floor, and she’s light in my arms, graceful and lithe.
“I should tell you that Bruno and I have a small competition going on,” I say, speaking low enough that only she can hear.
Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens instantly.