Chapter 4: A Night of Pleasure

Chapter 4:

My eyes travel to the men. Exactly my type - muscular, chiseled to perfection, with fear in eyes. I slide on the chair near the fireplace crossing my legs one above the other.

The men have their heads bent down, their pretty necks arching as light casts a shadow on their curves. I snap my finger, they look at me their eyes running over my face. I point my index finger at them indicating to come near. They get on their feet their hands tied behind, as they kneel before my legs.

I bend a little getting closer to their face sniffing, the musky sandalwood mixed with their natural scent. Great.

“Did you like the bath in the palace ground?”, I ask tracing the jaw of one, my eye on the other.

Their breath hitch as I lick my lips altering my gaze between them. They nod in unison - to the question I asked. Yet, my entire focus is on their chiseled body that invites me to lick them over.

I grin. “Did you consent to come here?”, I ask lifting the hem of my gown to the mid-thigh, grabbing the dagger.

Gasps leave their pretty mouths, and I want to laugh, “Don’t worry, I don't do people without consent.”, I say twirling the dagger between my fingers.

Fear etches their eyes, as they look at the dagger. I remove the blade from the satchel sliding it over the fabric of my dress. It cuts over the flowy gown, exposing my long milky thighs. I flex my left leg, dragging it across the collar bone of the broad-shouldered man. His eyes meet mine.

“Do you consent? ”, I ask him. Neither of them answered.

I sigh, “Get up.”, I say. I see them gulp, getting up on their feet.

“Turn around”,  they obey, turning their back towards me. I slash the silk on their hands with the dagger, releasing them.

“Ten seconds, if you consent to do this strip? Else go out. Third room from here you will find Max, the guy that brought you. He will leave you safe. You will get whatever money you were promised. No harm. I swear on the royal blood.”, I say.

The royal blood promise is like the ultimatum, and the entire kingdom knows royals don't break that promise. I walk towards the bed sitting on the edge with my legs apart. I cut the other side of the fabric exposing my other leg. The taller guy walks forwards kneeling against the edge of the bed, “I consent”, he says looking into my eyes. The other follows suit with the statement.

I grin at the agreement. I don't rape men. It’s about fear, but with pleasure. I slide the fabric away from my legs, parting them away. I dip my head back, tracing the warm pussy lips in the center.

A hand travels up my legs, the finger drawing lazy near my inner thigh, and I hiss at the warmth of the hand. The hand strips from my body, soft plump lips making their way up from my ankle to inner tight.

“Ahh…”, a moan escapes from my lips. The lips trace the nerves of my legs, as the tongue protrudes from placing small licks over my body. The mouth draws closer to the center, and finally, the head dips right between my legs. The tongue curls along the slit of my pussy, as it draws hot pleasure out of me. My insides turn into jelly, the wetness between my legs now a mixture of my juices, and his. His tongue rides me fast, slipping in and out of my hole in bold strokes, it circles my clit, sucking the spot. My stomach does an internal flip, as tingles spread across my veins at the pleasure the tongue rides from me.

My back arches on the soft silk sheets on the bed, and I turn my eyes to see the man on my right. The man with the tout stomach and sharp face looks at the play, eyes wide, not moving. They ogle on the head of the man between my legs and he gulps as slurps fill the room.

“Don’t you want to touch me”, I say under my breath. His eyes meet mine, and I curl my fingers to call him near. He walks near me fumbling with his fingers.

The darkness of the room hides his features, but the fumble in his actions indicates his shyness. He scratches the back of the neck, his massive dick dangling near my face. I take his dick in my hands gliding it over the entire length. His body squirms under the touch, a moan leaving his lips.

I pull the palm of his hands placing them on my breast over the fabric of my dress, and I see the man standing near me finally turning bold to hold me. He runs his fingers along the pointed nips peeking through my gown. I grin, letting them explore, as I savor the pleasure that pools in my belly. I moan torrid as pleasure seizes my veins. The tongue between my legs picks the pace, hungrily lapping at the insides of my pussy. It digs in me altering between sucking and pinching my clit, and a shiver passes my spine. A high hit me as I drive through the first orgasm of the night.

My chest heaves up and down, the hot pleasure rendering my senses to go numb for a second. I prop on my elbows, looking at the man between my legs.

“My turn”.

I look at the hand cupping my breasts and I hand him the dagger.

“Strip me”, I say. His fingers clutch on the ends of the dagger. He slides above me, gliding the cool metal over my hands, I close my eyes taking in the sensation of the metal against my skin. I hear a rip, and my dress falls over my chest, the dagger slowly slides to the front, gliding its way down the center of my chest. A hand slides down the fabric covering my skin, exposing my skin to the heat of the room.

The room smells arousal, and it hits me differently with two handsome men in front of me. A finger circles my hole, the tip pressing against the entry. It glides over my lips, collecting the wetness finally entering the hilt. My inside clenches at the sensation, the long strides of the finger driving me to the edge with every stroke. It slides in and out painstakingly slow.

“There…”, I moan, at the skillful fingers that dig deep. “I thought you didn't know this”, I breathe to the man between my legs, and he looks down between my legs.

The man that sucked me hovers over my chest, his mouth placing kisses along my navel. The kisses leave a stinge of heat on my skin, and more wetness seeps through me.

I prop myself on the elbow, wanting to watch the muses of my pleasure. The kiss reaches my breast, as he blows some air on the pink buds, taking them in his mouth. I squirm at the sensation clenching my pussy increasing the friction of the fingers scissoring me. My breasts feel hot, as the tongue glides over them, giving equal attention to both, my pussy throbs with the fingers that glide in and out, stretching me for the real deal. A gush of hot air, tickles on my clit, as a warm tongue licks my clit, and I burst into another wave of moans.

I pull the man fondling my breast next to the bed, his cock hard against his stomach throbs for attention. I take it in my hands, tracing the vein up and down, before pulling it between my lips. I lick the head, closing my lips on it. My tongue circles the head, savoring the saltiness of the skin, and I let my jaw slide the cock slowly down my throat filling me with the warm flesh. I suck at the length, bobbing my head, as I moan to the fingers plunging deep inside me.

A small whimper of disapproval leaves me, as the fingers in me draw out with a slow stroke. I look at the culprit of the loss, as he massages his cock, looking at me for permission. I remove the cock from my mouth grinning at him, “You want to go in?”, I ask, only to receive cute puppy nods from him. I smirk pulling him in with my legs. “Show me what you got.”, he slides between my legs, aligning the head of the cock with my pussy.

The head pushes against me, the girth of his length ripping me the down in two.

“You are big”, he slides the tip in and out, slowly going all in. He settles in me balls deep and I arch backward my insides rubbing with his warmth. A moan leaves his lips as my tight pussy wraps around his length, and he starts moving slowly. His body bends forward, pushing him deeper as he takes my nips in his mouth, pinching the other between his fingers. I shift my attention to the cock in my hand, I squeeze it at the base, as the fire builds in the pit of my stomach.