by Madison Faye
“I want you to taste yourself, angel,” he purred into my ear. “I want you to taste how sweet your little cunt is, and I want you to taste it for me. So open that pretty mouth, princess.”
The heat surged through me, his eyes lit it on fire, and the power of his voice and his presence and his hands on me melted me right there. And slowly, I did what he asked. My pulse racing, my body trembling, I did, opening my lips as his finger slid between them. I closed them, sucking my own wetness clean from his fingers and feeling the naughty illicit thrill of being so dirty roll through me. And I did taste sweet, and sucking his fingers like that made me feel so fucking wrong and good at the same time that I thought I might explode.
He pulled them free and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily and growling into my lips. I whimpered, moaning back and feeling my body tremble as he slid his hand back down. His fingers slid deep into my pussy, stroking in and out and curling against that wonderful place just inside. His palm ground into my clit, and as he started to move slow and rhythmically, I started to come apart. His fingers stroked in and out, my clit grinding into his hand over and over. He moved right into me, and when I felt the thick, huge bulge in his pants pressing hungrily into my thigh, I only whimpered and moaned into his kiss even more.
His fingers moved faster, and his body moved against mine more purposefully like he was fucking me against the wall with his fingers. I could feel my sticky wetness dripping down my thighs and his hand, my whole body tingling with the filthiness of what I was doing and the thrill of letting him do it to me.
“You’re mine tonight, princess,” he growled into my lips. “Don’t think this is anything but the beginning for you. I’m going to make you come, right here in this very club. I’m going to make this tight little pussy come all over my fingers. Then we’re going out to my car. Then I’m taking you home to claim every single part of you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be letting you go.”
“You— oh God,” I whimpered. “You can’t just take m—”
“Yes I can,” he growled, making me cry out as I kissed him back fiercely. “So be a good little princess,” he purred. “And come for me. Make that tight little royal cunt come for me, angel. Come on my fingers like a ditty little girl.”
I screamed into his kiss as the orgasm I’d been trying to fight finally won out. The pleasure ripped through me, shattering me and making me cry out into his lips. I clung to him, my legs shaking as the orgasm blazed through me, leaving me breathless, and panting, my head spinning.
My stranger moved into me, kissing me fiercely and taking the rest of my breath away. His hand slid from between my legs, tugging my dress back down.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait, where?”
“I already told you,” he grunted. “I’m taking you with me.”
“But you can’t just—”
“You’re mine now, princess,” he growled forcefully, making me gasp. “My plaything. My pet. My little princess fuck-toy.”
I moaned at his filthy, crude language. I wanted to be incensed, or furious, but instead I could only feel the heat and the filthy pleasure his rude words sent shivering through me.
“And something tells me, you’re going to enjoy every second of it.” His eyes flashed as they leveled with mine, and he held his hand out. “Come.”
I paused for one second. I knew I could still escape — run, or scream, or get away.
…But I wasn’t so sure I wanted to. In fact, I was pretty sure getting away from this man — however dark and scary and dominant he was — was the last thing I wanted to do. So instead, with a shaky breath, my cheeks still flushed from my orgasm, I reached for his hand
…And I froze as my eyes landed on the ring on his pointer finger, and on the symbol carved into it. I knew that symbol. I didn’t know how, or from where, but there was something about the three little crowns, gilded with jewels on his ring that I recognized from somewhere.
His eyes narrowed curiously at me, his jaw twitching.
“You recognize this,” his eyes narrowed. “Interesting.”
And suddenly, I had it, and my heart jumped into my chest.
It was called the Triple Crown Club, and all I’d heard of it was that it was some sort of group-sex swingers club or something. I’d only heard rumors but it was some place where guys tag-teamed girls — a place for royals only. But, it wasn’t real. I mean, it couldn’t possibly be. It was just something my friends and I had told each other at sleepovers just to get each other to blush or squeal. It wasn’t real.
…Right?
“I— only rumor,” I swallowed. “You know, stories.”
“You’ve never been.” There was an edge to his words, and I shook my head, blushing at the connotation.
“No,” I said quickly. “And it’s not a real place, it’s just a rumor.”
He smiled thinly.
“And if it was real?”
“That’s impossible.”
“The Triple Crown Club?” His smile turned dark, his eyes flashing. “Oh, it’s quite real, princess. Trust me.”
My jaw dropped and I slowly shook my head. “How would you even know that?”
The man smiled thinly, those steely eyes burning right into mine.
“Because its my club.”
My head spun, all the urban myths I’d ever heard of the place tumbling through my mind — the club, what happened there, the men sharing women, all of it. And the dark, mysterious man who supposedly ran the whole…
A shiver teased through my body, and my eyes suddenly went wide as I dragged them up every inch of him until I was looking right into his.
“You…you’re Mr. X?” I whispered.
It suddenly all made sense — why and how he was in that bar. The ring. The way he held himself and how he dressed. The power and fear he’d commanded over the other royal men in that room.
…The mysterious, gorgeous stranger who’d just made me come — who’s just whispered those filthy things in my ear and promised to steal me away to make me his — was Mr. X, the apparently not-so-mythical man who ran the not-so-mythical Triple Crown Club.
“You can call me Xander,” he purred lowly. “Tonight though,” a growl rumbled through his body as he pulled me tight against him, making me gasp.
“Tonight, princess, you can call me sir.”
3
Xander
The crowd at the bar parted for me as I stormed for the exit — me and the pretty little princess following in my wake, my hand holding hers firmly and possessivley.
Let them see. Let them see me pulling her from this place and taking her away. I wanted these royal pricks to see her with me and know without question that she was now officially off the fucking menu. I wanted these younger, cocky little shits to know that a real man — a man who understood the true nature of power, and who understood how to make a woman his completely and entirely — had stepped forward to claim what they had failed to claim.
Her.
Because Princess Claire Tinsley was mine — mine in more ways than she might have even known yet. Oh, she might have been aware of my intentions to take her home, and to tear that dress off with my teeth, and wrap her legs around my hips and make her scream as I made her mine. But that was just the start of it.
Princess Claire was mine forever. Mine to claim, and bed, and dominate, and fuck, until she’d want for no other man. After me, there’d be no other cock to feel how tight and sweet her little cunt felt stretching around it and sliding down. No other man would know the sound of her sweet moans as she came for him.
I’d approached her with every intention of defiling her, and making her dirty with me — for one because I wanted her like I’d never wanted any woman before. But for two, to teach her father a lesson in humility — to make sure he understood how power really worked in this world, and what biting the hand that wielded that power could result in. But then, something had changed when I kissed her. I still wanted her, and I was still go
ing to make her filthy with my lust, and dominate her young sweet body in ways that would make her scream and writhe in pleasure. But when I’d kissed her, something fucking raw had come alive inside of me.
Power and the strength to wield it all these years as head of the Triple Crown Club had left me cold, and vicious. It’d left me incapable of feeling the sort of feelings a younger me had dreamed of feeling some day. Or then, I thought it had. But then, I’d gone and kissed Claire Tinsley, and my whole goddamn world had ripped in two.
Suddenly, I wanted more of her. And more from her. Oh, I was going to claim every part of her body. I was going to have her sweet submission, and her moaning compliance. I was going to have her writhing in pleasure, and saying “yes, sir” as she screamed for more. I was going to mark her for the world to know she was mine. I’d have my cum glistening on her skin, and filling her womb, and trickling down her pretty thighs.
But I’d have the rest of her as well. One look and I’d wanted her body, utterly and completely. But one taste of her lips, and something inside of me I’d buried long ago had come alive. One kiss, and I wanted her heart.
…And I would be claiming that as well.
My hand tightened, pulling her after me, my pulse racing as we stormed for the exit. Every eye in the place was on us, and I knew it. I knew word would be reaching King Aldo even now that I was leading his precious princess from this place. I paused by the door, stopping and spinning and pulling her into me. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she fell against my chest. I brought a hand up, tilting her chin up and running my thumb across her tempting, soft lips.
“Open,” I purred.
Claire blushed, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breath.
…But she nodded.
“Good girl,” I growled softly, my eyes holding hers. I brought my fingers to her lips — the fingers that had just made her come to sweetly — and ran them across her lips. Claire moaned.
“Close your lips.”
My blood pumping like fire and my cock throbbing hard as fucking steel between my legs.
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes big and round, her cheeks flushed with heat.
“Okay what?”
She took a shaky breath, her brow furrowing with confusion.
“What did I say you could call me tonight, angel?” I said softly, my hand cupping her face.
Claire whimpered, and when that flush grew even hotter across her cheeks, I knew she understood.
“Yes sir.”
Her lips closed around my finger, her cheeks hollowed, and slowly, she sucked, dragging her lips up my finger until the tip popped free.
…Oh, King Aldo would most certainly be hearing about this.
“And now, angel,” I growled, pulling her close and letting my lips brush hers. “Now, you’re coming with me.”
In the back of limo, she fell into me, kissing me hungrily as the car drove into the night. The partition was up, though my chauffeur was a man of the absolute highest discretion. My hands held her firmly, pulling her into me as our tongues teased against each other. I moved them down her back, cupping her tight, sweet little peach of an ass as I growled into her mouth. Her hands gripped at my jacket, tugging at me as I kissed her hungrily, and held her like she was mine.
…Because she was.
My hands tugged at her dress, pulling it up high over her bare ass — her panties still being in my jacket pocket. I gripped her soft supple skin, teasing her with light touches and then making her squeal as I grabbed her firmly or gave her ass a sharp little spank. She moaned into my mouth, kissing me back hungrily as our bodies rocked together. Oh, but I wanted more.
I took one of her hands in mine, and slowly, I began to tug it down to my pants. My sweet little princess moaned, her breath catching as her hand dropped to the huge bulge tenting the front of my suit pants. I growled as I felt her small fingers linger there, tentatively gripping me through the material as her soft moans melted into me.
“Take it out,” I growled, my hand cupping her ass firmly.
Claire whimpered softly, trembling as her hand tightened around me.
“Take my cock out, princess.”
She moaned as her small hands moved to my belt. She fumbled with it, but it came undone as she moaned into my lips. My hand pushed deeper between her lips, sliding over her ass and letting my fingers tease her slick little pussy from behind. She moaned wildly, kissing me fiercely as her hands moved to tug my zipper down. She reached inside, and when her soft fingers curled around my thick, rock-hard cock, she cooed into my lips. I reached down to help her pull me free of my pants, and when she pulled away from my lips and glanced down, she gasped.
“Good girl,” I groaned, two of my fingers spreading her wide as the third teased up and down her honeyed slit. “Now I want you to be a good girl,” I growled. “Open that pretty mouth, and then I want to feel you swallow my cock.”
Claire whimpered, her eyes darting to mine and a little flash of that defiant fire blazing in them.
“Ahh,” I purred. “You’re thinking that I’m being crude. That you’re a such a royal princess, and that it’s wrong of me to talk to you like this.”
“I—” She flushed, swallowing thickly.
“No one’s ever spoken to you like this have they?”
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “No sir.”
I groaned, my cock throbbing.
“Perhaps I just recognize that you need a little crude in your life. Maybe I look at you and I don’t just see the prim and proper little princess that everyone else sees. Maybe I see the dirty, filthy, needy little girl behind the crown that’s just aching for a real man to pin her down, whisper dirty things in her ear, and then fuck her like a slutty little bad girl until that sweet little pussy comes like it’s never come before.”
Her jaw dropped, and when I saw that raw fiery lust blaze behind her big blue eyes, I groaned, knowing how right I’d been.
“So be my dirty little princess,” I growled, “and slide those pretty lips down every inch of my big cock.”
I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep and swallowing her moans. Her hand slid to my cock, and when her soft fingers curled around my girth, I felt her whimper into my mouth. I growled as I felt her hand slowly slide up and down, gripping me lightly as she stroked my cock. I could feel my balls tingling, filling with cum as she stroked me. Precum leaked from my swollen head, trickling down over her fingers as they teasingly pumped my shaft.
I pulled back from the kiss, one hand stroking her cheek before I slide it into her hair. She whimpered, panting as she turned to look at my thick, throbbing cock.
“Holy shit you’re big,” she whispered
I growled.
“Only dirty girls use bad words like that, angel,” I purred.
She glanced up at me, her eyes wide and full of lust.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. She kept her eyes locked onto me as she slowly leaned down, and when her soft pink tongue darted past her lips, I felt every muscle in my body clench up tight. Her tongue swiped at the head of my cock — this slow, curling lick that sent fucking lighting through my body. I groaned, my hand tangling deeper into her long dark hair. I wrapped it in my fist, tugging it just enough to make her gasp. Claire’s eyes filled with heat as she locked them on mine and lowered her lips to me.
I roared as her pouty, soft wet lips slid over my throbbing head. Her tongue teased at the underside of me, and I could feel her soft moan trembling through me as she slowly slid her mouth down my aching cock. My muscles clenched, and my hand slid back down over her ass as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth — not much, considering my size, but enough to send my head reeling. I slid my hand down between her legs, pushing two fingers deep inside her slippery pussy. She moaned wildly, humming on my shaft as I started to ease my fingers in and out of her tight, velvety little cunt. My thumb brushed over her clit, making her squeal around me.
Her mouth bobbed on my shaft, moaning and slurping my fat cock — so eager to please. I groaned, teasing her pussy with one hand while my hand helped guide her head up and down my cock with the other. I started to move my hand faster, curling my fingers deep against her sweet spot just inside as my thumb rolled across her hard little nub again and again. Her heavenly, warm, eager mouth slid up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she moaned and sucked on my big cock.
“Tell me, princess,” I growled. “What exactly were you looking for tonight in that place?”
She moaned as I teased her clit, her eyes closing in pleasure before she slipped her lips from my swollen cock.
“I— I don’t know, I just wanted to check it out.”
“A place like that, filled with men like Prince Carl, dressed like this?” I growled dangerously, my jaw clenching as her eyes met mine. “Were you hoping some pretty-boy of a prince would sweet talk you? Maybe buy you a drink? Maybe he could court you before asking your daddy for your precious hand in marriage?”
Claire whimpered, her breath catching as my fingers slid deep in her slippery, eager cunt.
“I— oh God, I… no!” She gasped, moaning as my thumb rolled across her clit.
“Or maybe,” I growled. “Maybe you were hoping a real man would show up. Maybe you were hoping for the kind of man who wouldn’t sweet talk, or buy you a drink. Maybe you were hoping for the kind of man who’d make you ache for it like you’ve never wanted it before. A man who’d make you so fucking wet that it’d be dripping down your thighs. Maybe you were hoping for a man to treat you like the dirty little girl you hide inside — the kind of man who could pin you down, pull your hair, and fuck you hard until you screamed for more.”
Claire moaned wildly, her whole body rippling and pushing back against my hand. Her fingers stroked up and down my cock, her breath coming in staggered panting moans, and her mouth hanging open in pleasure.
“Maybe, princess…” I purred roughly into her ear, pumping my fingers in and out of her slippery, tight little pussy. “Maybe you were hoping for a man like me.”