Royally Claimed (The Triple Crown Club Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  “My turn,” he groaned, pushing the head easily inside and gripping my hips. I cried out as he sank inside, filling me with one stroke and making my whole body erupt in pleasure. His hand went between my legs, his fingers curling inside my pussy and his thumb on my clit as he started to pump his cock in and out of my ass.

  He wasn’t slow, or gentle, and I fucking loved it. His big cock pumped into me again and again, filling me like nothing ever had and making my damn toes curl and my breath catch on every thrust. His fingers slid in and out of my absolutely soaking pussy, and his thumb dragged across my clit in tempo with his thrusting.

  The hand gripping my hip left my skin right before swatting back down across my upturned ass with a slap.

  I cried out, another climax crashing into me as Zane fucked my ass with deep thrusts.

  His hand came down again, spanking me as his fingers slipped over my clit, and with a shout, I absolutely shattered for him.

  I went limp as the climax exploded through me, barely aware of the gorgeous man behind me burying his cock to the hilt inside of me and filling me with his cum.

  I was panting, sucking in breaths of air and feeling my whole body tingling wonderfully as he gently pulled out. The men slowly eased me onto the cot and wrapped the blanket and themselves around me. Three sets of hands stroked my skin, and calmed my breaths, and slowed my racing pulse. Three sets of lips kissed me, and murmured warm things in my ear as I slowly came back down to earth.

  I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into, but whatever it was, I was in deep now.

  Chapter 15

  I didn’t see my men the next day. The fact that I was calling them that brought a warm feeling bubbling up inside of me.

  Knowing they were there with me was keeping me sane. After all, I was still a captive, and I still had no idea what was in store for me, or what was happening on the outside world. Was my family looking for me? Worried sick?

  What was going to happen to me?

  Late in the evening, I jerked my head up as the door swung open. But my grin evaporated as I saw the now-familiar cowboy hat duck in through the doorway.

  Mitch.

  He shot me a look as he came over to unclip my handcuffs, before passing me a bag.

  “Put these on.”

  I glanced into the bag, paling at the contents.

  Black, lacy lingerie.

  “What, now?”

  “Did I stutter?” Mitch’s brow raised as he grinned lecherously at me.

  “I’m not doing it.”

  “I promise you, you are,” he hissed, nodding down to the holstered gun at his hip.

  “Can I get some privacy?”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  I shot him a dark look as he just grinned. “Now, sweetheart.”

  I shivered and turned my back to him, quickly pulling my clothes off before reaching into the bag, grabbing the lingerie and slipping it on as quickly as possible. I turned back to see Mitch still grinning, and I felt cold fury bubbling under my skin.

  “Well don’t you look good.”

  I sneered at him, trying to cross my arms over the skimpy lingerie. But he stepped forward, deftly pulling my arms away and snapping a set of cuffs on my wrist in front of me. He grabbed them and turned, pulling me towards the door. “Let’s go.”

  “Where are we—”

  “I didn’t say talk, sweetheart,” he muttered. “Now walk.”

  He pulled me down the hallway, past a few other doors, including the one to the bathing room from the other day, until we got to a set of dark wood ones.

  “Through here.”

  Mitch opened the doors and dragged me into a dark, elegant room, which seemed out of place considering the derelict feel of the rest of the place — wherever this place was.

  The room was dimly lit with glowing wall sconces, and spaced between them, I thought I saw a window before I realized they were mirrors. The middle of the room was raised up a step, with two metal rings set into the floor and a strange sort of…harness dangling from the ceiling.

  “What is this place?” I said, suddenly feeling the adrenaline spike inside. “What’s going on?”

  Mitch turned, grinning at me. “Something I want you to see. This here is the auction room, and you, my dear, are going to watch your first sale.”

  My mouth went dry. “Sale?”

  He grinned wickedly before jerking me towards one of the full-length, floor to ceiling mirrors along the wall. He pressed a button next to it, and the thing swung open, like a door.

  “Get in.” Mitch nodded inside to a dark, deep red room. A leather couch and two elegant end tables sat inside, facing the mirror-door, and when I turned, I realized the “mirror” was actually glass from the inside.

  “Get,” Mitch growled. “And don’t get any ideas. I’ve got my guys coming into make you watch and make sure you don’t try anything.”

  A door to the back of the small room opened, and I did everything I could to suppress the smile as Foster, Zane, and Gareth walked in. Mitch gave me a shove, pushing me onto the sofa before turning, stepping back through the glass, and shutting the one-way mirror door behind him.

  The guys rushed to my side.

  “Are you okay?” Zane growled, his jaw tight. The other two glared daggers at Mitch through the glass as he strode back across the auction room.

  “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I muttered, sitting up on the couch.

  Foster turned and grinned. “I like your outfit.”

  I felt my cheeks burn as I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure you do.” I sighed. “What exactly is going on here?”

  Gareth glanced at me, his face dark. “An auction. All these glass doors? There are potential bidders and buyers behind each one. He’s got one of the other girls up for fucking sale today.”

  My heart jumped into my throat. “Other girls?”

  Foster shook his head. “Yeah, you’re not the only one here, Cassandra. There are two others that I know about. Maybe more.” He swore, his hand closing into a fist. “I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker the first chance I get.”

  “Easy, man,” Zane muttered, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let it simmer until we can put a plan into motion.”

  A bell suddenly chimed, and I spun around to look out through the glass. A door opened out on the main floor, and suddenly, I brought a hand to my mouth as I saw another woman dressed just like me, being led out to the middle of the room.

  She was gorgeous — long red hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure. But there was a look of apprehension on her face as the two men on either side of her led her to the middle of the floor.

  I stood.

  “What the fuck is happening?”

  “Auction,” Gareth said softly into my ear. “It’s... Look, just don’t watch, Cassandra.”

  “An auction for?”

  “Service,” Zane said coldly. “Mitch sells girls into sex slavery, to very high bidders.”

  I felt a chill creep up my spine as I watched the two men kneel and secure the girl’s ankles to the loops on the floor. They stood, reaching up and pulling down the black leather harness I’d seen earlier.

  “What’s going on?” I said in a shaky voice, watching the men start to strap her into it. One of them began to pull his shirt off as a dark voice came over a loudspeaker.

  “Today we bring you this wonderful creature — Vivian, or whatever you may choose to call her. Demonstration will now begin.”

  My blood froze, and I brought a hand to my mouth as the second man began to disrobe as well, and the realization of what was about to happen suddenly sunk in.

  “This can’t be happening.”

  Foster chuckled, and I whirled on him. “I’m sorry, do you think this is fucking humorous?” I all but screamed. “Do you realize what’s about to happen to that poor girl in there?!”

  Foster’s face fell as he stepped forward and scooped me against him. “I’m sorry, it’s just...” He pulled back
and smiled. “It’s not what you think.”

  “It’s not the sexual assault I think it is?”

  He shook his head. “Mitch thinks so, and so do the other scumbags sitting in the other rooms bidding on this like fucking savages, but it’s not.

  My brow furrowed quizzically.

  “We’ve started talking with some of the other guys working for Mitch,” Zane said carefully. “Those two in there? Justin and Desmond. They know that girl. Her name is Vivian. In fact, they were all three an item before Mitch snatched her up. Those guys fucking figured out who Mitch was, got into his circle, and got themselves hired as thugs for his fucking disgusting auction house here, all so they could protect her.”

  He blew air out over his lips and shook his head, scratching his chin. “That’s just fucking impressive.”

  “So they’re not about to assault her.”

  He quickly shook his head. “No. I mean, I doubt it’s ideal that they knew they’re about to be watched by a bunch of fucking strangers, but no, no one’s getting assaulted, as much as it probably gets that sick fuck Mitch off thinking she is.”

  My eyes darted across his face, looking for a sign of untruthfulness.

  I found none.

  “Believe me, gorgeous,” Gareth said, stepping forward. “If what Mitch is thinking is going to happen was actually about to happen, I’d be through that glass and killing those two fuckers with my bare hands,” he growled.

  I nodded. “I believe you.” I swallowed as I turned to see the red-haired woman bound up in the harness. Her two seriously hot guys finishing stripping the rest of their clothes off, revealing two very impressive cocks as they stepped closer to her.

  All the lights in the center room went off except for a dim spotlight bathing the three of them in a sort of erotic glow.

  “So, what now?”

  I gasped as I felt arms circle my waist. “Well,” Foster murmured into my ear. “Now, we’ve got a room to ourselves, a locked door, you, and this interesting show about to go down in front of us.”

  I grinned, feeling the heat creep through my body as he pulled me close.

  “Plus, I’m not gonna lie. I might hate that Mitch got to watch you change into this hot lingerie, but I’m going to love pulling it off of you right here and now.”

  I moaned as I felt his hands slide over my body, teasing over the low waist of my thong panties.

  Out in the main room, the show was starting.

  The two men out on the floor moved in on the red-haired woman named Vivian, pulling and tightening the straps that bound her. Her arms were stretched up above her and strapped in to the soft leather holds up there. Her legs were spread wide by two straps that went around her legs just above the knee, and connected to the loops in the floor. The whole thing let her sort of sit, hanging back, in the straps; supported by her wrists and her legs.

  I felt adrenaline and excitement charging through me as the men in the room began to move forward. They had similar builds to my guys — tattooed, built, and rough looking — all tanned muscles and white swarthy smiles across chiseled, scruffy jaws. Their eyes were locked on her as they moved in.

  She moaned loudly as their mouths went to her breast, lips fastening on nipples. Their hands moved over her body, making her shiver and pull at her bonds as her head dropped back in a moan.

  Foster’s fingers slipped under my panties, making me whimper as he found me soaking wet.

  “Dirty girl,” he murmured into my ear. “This turning you on?”

  I only nodded, moaning as he slipped a finger inside of me while my eyes locked onto the scene in front of us. The two men both moaned into her flesh, their hands getting rougher as they pulled and then actually tore the lingerie from her body. They were rock hard, and groaning as they stroked their cocks. They pulled away from her chest and moved to the front and back of her. Both men dropped to their knees, and my eyes went wide as they dove in — one mouth at her pussy, the other buried at her ass.

  In our room, I realized my guys were slowly pulling clothes off and moving around me. I let myself be enveloped by them — hands moving over my skin and pulling the lingerie away as they began to devour me. Lips ran over my neck, my breasts, my hips, making me gasp as they pulled me to the couch.

  Out in the room, the red-haired girl was panting, moaning, and pulling at her harness as her two guys went to town on her with their mouths. Her head was tossed back, her eyes closed, and her chest heaving as they licked and bathed her with their tongues and mouths.

  In our room, the guys pulled me onto the couch, my legs spread wide. Mouths — Gareth and Foster — ran down my legs to my center, before Foster moved to my slit, and Gareth to my ass. I cried out as their tongues swirled over me, teasing and tasting and making my whole body shake. Zane sat up on the back of the couch, easing forward with his cock in his fist. I moaned as I sucked him inside, swirling my tongue over his amazing cock as his two friends drove me wild with their mouths.

  There was a cry as the red haired girl came, sagging at her ties as her two men pushed her over the edge with their mouths. They grinned as they stood, fisting their huge, throbbing cocks and moving in tight against her from both sides. I watched as the man in front of her ran his fat cock head up and down her glistening slit, while the man behind her reached down and started to play with her ass as he stroked himself. I moaned as tongues and hands drove me crazy, and when the man in front of Vivian pushed in and buried every inch of his cock inside of her, I came with a muffled moan around Zane’s shaft.

  Gareth pulled me roughly onto his lap, and I shivered in anticipation. I moaned at the rougher touch, the demanding way he positioned me with my legs spread over his lap.

  The redhead cried out, and my eyes darted out just in time to see her other man grunt as he eased his cock deep into her ass.

  Holy fuck!

  They were fucking her together, filling her from both sides and making her go to freaking pieces. Her gasping moans filled the room as her two guys ran their heads over every inch of her and started to alternate in and out of her.

  I could feel Gareth’s cock centering on my ass, and I felt my pulse skip a beat. I wanted this. I wanted what she was having. I wanted to know how it felt to be filled like that, in my pussy and in my ass at the same time, as filthy as that thought was.

  “Reach down and spread that ass for me, gorgeous,” Gareth commanded. I whimpered, moving my hands down and doing as told as he started to push inside. I moaned like a woman possessed as the head slipped in, crying out until Foster stood on the sofa next to me and eased his cock between my lips. I sucked him hungrily as Gareth pulled me all the way down until every amazing inch of his cock was buried inside.

  Zane’s eyes glinted at me as he moved between my widespread legs. He reached out and let his fingers tease up and down my dripping wet pussy, making me shiver. He moved closer, pumping his cock and moving into position.

  I could have come just from the anticipation.

  The head of his cock slipped against my opening, and I already felt so full with Gareth in my ass and Foster taking my mouth, but I wanted this more than anything, Out in the main room, the three others were moving faster and rougher, the two of them just fucking her as she sagged against them moaning like she was getting the fucking of her life.

  She probably was.

  Zane pushed in, and I gasped at the tightness, his cock inching it’s way in until suddenly, he was buried to the hilt. The three men groaned together, all three of them filling me entirely at the same time. My entire body trembled, practically shaking as I was suddenly more filled than I’d ever been before.

  And it felt amazing.

  I moaned deeply around Foster’s cock as Zane and Gareth started to move in and out of me. Both them had their hands firmly on my waist, as they slowly sawed in and out of me, making my eyes roll back in pleasure.

  My eyes dragged over the glass again, watching as the redhead screamed in pleasure while her two men fucked her in d
eep, powerful strokes. She clawed at the binds holding her, her face a mask of absolute bliss as their big cocks slipped in and out of her body. The three of them looked beautiful together, and I could tell just by looking at them that if they’d been aware of their audience before, they didn’t give a shit about it now. They were just about the three of them in that moment.

  I cried out as my men started to move faster, fucking me harder and with more demand in their thrusting. I felt like a freaking queen with the three of them taking me at once like that. Three beautiful, amazing men totally devoted to making me feel sexier and making me come harder than I ever had before.

  I was already close. Between watching the three out on the main floor and the three men filling me with their thick cocks from every which way again and again, I was about to go crashing into oblivion with my orgasm.

  The whole thing happened like chain reaction. Out on the main floor, the red-haired woman screamed out a final orgasm as her two guys drove in deep. They both roared together, muscles flexing and heads thrown back as they drove all the way inside of her and just let go. I could see her gasping as they pumped her full of their cum, filling her ass and her pussy with it.

  Beneath me, I could feel Gareth’s big dick swell even thicker in my tight ass, making me moan wildly around Foster. Zane’s hands gripped my hips as he started to fuck me hard, his cock brushing my clit on every stroke. Foster gripped my hair tight, pulling me up and down his cock in this dominant, possessive way that had me reeling, and when the three of them grunted and slid in deep all at the same time, I was done for.

  The whole world went white as the climax tore through me. It felt like a storm blowing through me, wracking my whole body as the three big, hung men made me theirs and made me come harder than I’d ever come in my life. Gareth groaned, and suddenly I could feel his cock throb deep in my ass as he let go. Foster was right behind him, groaning my name as his cum suddenly filled my hungry mouth. I swallowed him eagerly, still riding the men beneath me as Zane suddenly drove in deep and exploded deep inside my pussy.