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“We are gentlemen, princess. Just not in the bedroom,” King said, flicking the small nipples rings with his fingers making them lift, then fall. I felt it inside my nipples and all the way to my toes. “We’ve known you forever, know how sweet and kind, smart and loving you are. We didn’t want to scare you away.”
I pursed my lips. “Thank you for telling me the truth,” I said, repeating his earlier words. “But shouldn’t I decide what’s scary? Aren’t I the one who says red?”
King’s smiled twisted.
“What we want to do with you, to you, if you knew…” Wilder began, then let it drop.
I turned to face him, look in his eyes. “If I’d known, I’d have gone on more dates with both of you.”
Wilder grabbed me, pulled me into his arms for a fierce hug. His chin settled on top of my head, the soft feel of his shirt against the top half of my bare breasts and nipples felt strange, but good. Intimate. “Fuck, princess. I’ve finally got you in my arms. You think I’m letting you go? No fucking way. You’re mine.”
“Ours,” King added.
Hope rose up like balloons in the movie Up. So much of it that I felt it could lift a whole house. “Really?” I asked, happiness coursing through my veins along with the low thrum of arousal. I’d wanted to hear them say that since I was thirteen. Dreamed about it, touched myself thinking about it. And now...I had no intention of going anywhere. God, I wanted them.
With Wilder’s arm wrapped about me, he walked me back to the bed and this time, sat beside me, his weight dipping the mattress so I leaned into him. “We’ve been too nice, haven’t we? You want wild? It’s our job to give it to you. You want gentle and slow, to have your cherry taken in one slow, wet thrust? It’s our job to give it to you.”
“I don’t want that,” I said, making sure he knew.
“You don’t want us to pop that sweet cherry?”
The idea, the thought of Wilder’s cock filling me, stretching me, ripping me wide open had me get even wetter. My panties had been totally ruined before, but now? Drenched.
“I do. I so do. I’ve...I’ve been saving it for you, like you said. Hoping it would be you.”
“Wilder, or both of us?” King asked, settling on the other side of me so I was between them, just where I wanted to be.
I blushed hotly, but now that things had been said, there didn’t seem to be any room for secrets any longer. “Both of you.”
Perhaps they were mind readers, for Wilder said, “No more secrets, princess. If you want us to fuck you, to take you down a dark and dirty path of kinky pleasure, then you have to tell us everything.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Okay?” King added. “What do you say to the men in charge in the bedroom?”
My mouth fell open and I shivered at the dark quality of his voice, the intensity in his eyes when I looked to him. King’s gaze was heated, but it held more dominance and sharp focus than desire.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
“That’s right,” Wilder added. “Such a good princess for your men.”
I preened under their praise, the warmth of their words. I felt it in places that had been empty. In a matter of minutes, they’d been filled with the attentions and affection of not just one man, but two.
Wilder and King.
“Time to discover what gets you hot,” Wilder said.
“And what gets you off,” King added. His hand slid up my back, worked the clasp of my bra and unhooked it. It dropped to the crook of my elbows and my lap. I wasn’t small, a solid D with large nipples. When Wilder groaned and King cursed under his breath as they stared at them fully exposed for the first time, I felt powerful in my own feminine way. I knew whatever they were going to do to me tonight I had some sway over them as well.
Each put a hand on a bare shoulder and pushed me back so I was on my back between them, my knees bent and my feet—still in my stilettos—on the carpeted floor.
“One more time, princess. What’s your safe word?” King asked, looming over me. They both were. One fair, the other dark. Both intense, both gorgeous and interested in only me. How did I get so lucky?
After tonight, I would no longer be a virgin and I had no doubt they’d do a very thorough job of it.
“Red.”
