Double Dirty Royals: An MFM Menage Romance Page 5

  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.

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, Princess, we both want to be your first,” I growl. “And we decided it was only fair to have a contest to determine who gets the prize of fucking your tight little virgin pussy.”

  Now she’s bright pink and stumbles on the next step just a bit. I steady her in my arms gallantly.

  “What’s the competition?” she whispers.

  “Whoever makes you come the most times during this ball wins,” I say, lifting one eyebrow.

  Katarina gasps.

  “You can’t—”

  “Are you saying no?” I ask, my voice rough and gravelly as I smile down at her. “You can say no and the bet is off, of course. Or instead, you could say yes...”

  She looks up at me, eyes wide, pupils dilated. I swear I can almost smell her arousal, even through her dress.

  “Everyone is here,” she whispers.

  “That’s why it’s a challenge.”

  “It’s so...”

  “Dirty? Naughty? Wicked? Live a little, Princess. I know you want to.”

  I slide one hand down her spine, her bare skin warm under my fingers.

  “I know you’ve been aching to fuck us, and frankly, all I’ve thought about is tasting your sweet pussy again.”

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  I grin again.

  “Good,” I say. “We start now. Go to the ladies’ powder room, take your panties off, and wait for me.”

  The dance ends. I bow and Katarina curtsies, and we both walk off the dance floor.

  She heads straight for the door that leads to the ladies’ restroom. Since this is a palace, there’s a powder room attached to it.

  Bruno’s looking at me. I return his look, grinning, and then head through the door as well, into the hallway.

  I know I’m taking a chance, but if there’s someone else in the powder room, I can say I’ve got the wrong door. It’s not like anyone will suspect I’m there to fuck the princess.

  But the room is empty, save Katarina holding a small bundle of white cloth in one hand. Just looking at it makes my cock ache, nearly ready to explode, but I grit my teeth and lock the door behind me, then stride to where she’s standing.

  I grab her by the arms and kiss her roughly, her mouth
opening under mine, practically begging me to plunder her, explore her. Take her.

  I push her backward until she’s against a marble vanity with a mirror, and I press her hips against it, my erection hard and thick against her lower belly. She groans into my mouth and I swear my cock pulsates, so close to coming that I have to take a deep breath and back away a few inches.

  She’s panting for breath, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress tantalizingly.

  “We don’t have much time, Princess,” I growl. “So bend over and show me how wet you are.”

  For a moment, she doesn’t move, and I think she might reprimand me. I’m way the fuck out of line talking to her like this — she’s the Crown Princess, and innocent and untouched at that.

  But then Katarina turns around, looking at me in the mirror, gathers her skirts, and lifts them over her hips, bending at the waist.

  She’s fucking dripping, her pink pussy shining and wet with her juices, her upper thighs damp.

  “That’s my princess,” I whisper, taking both globes of her perfect ass in my hands.

  The urge to fuck her right now is almost too strong to deny, but I don’t. I want her first time to be with both of us, taking her together.

  I drop to my knees, running my tongue along her slit, her sweet juices collecting in my mouth. Katarina gasps and I start flicking my tongue across her clit, light and gentle at first until she whimpers.

  God, it’s fucking sexy.

  I lick her harder, writing her name with my tongue, flattening it to drag across that sweet nub as her honey trickles into my mouth, her slit still dripping wet. Bent over the table she starts gasping like she’s trying to stay quiet and not moan, so I lick her harder and faster.

  Her thighs shake, and I can hear her heavy breathing echo off the counter. Then she comes for the first time that night, her whole body spasming as she holds her breath, nothing but strangled noises coming from her mouth.

  That’s one, I think.

  I don’t stop licking her. It wouldn’t do to get caught like this — for her sake more than mine — but I want to make her come just once more before we have to leave, and I slide two fingers into the tight channel of her pussy.

  She moans out loud, arching her back, offering herself up to me as I crook my fingers inside her and rub her inner wall, still licking her hard and furious.

  “Dom,” she whimpers.

  I just chuckle, still lapping at her, and slowly, carefully, push a third finger inside.

  “I like it when you fill me up like that,” she whispers. I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s practically lying on the counter, half-limp with pleasure.

  I just give her clit a long, slow lick and feel her body jolt as I do.

  “This is nothing, Princess,” I growl, working my fingers inside her.

  I keep going, hard and fast. Her pussy starts fluttering and quaking around my fingers, and as I can tell she’s just about to come, I swipe my thumb along her pussy lips and then circle the tight, pink bud of her asshole with it.

  She gasps, then comes hard, so hard I’m almost afraid her tight pussy will break my fingers. When it’s over I pull out and stand. Katarina is still limp on the counter, both legs shaking a little, looking at me with a hazy expression on her face.

  I caress her ass with my hand, then lean over and kiss her. Finally, I pull her to standing and she lets her dress back down, looking at her panties in her hand.

  I take them from her, walk to the wastebasket, and toss them in.

  “Tell Bruno I’m at two, Princess,” I say.

  She blushes, smiles, and then I kiss her one last time before she hurries from the room. I stay and wash her juices from my hands and face, even though I’d rather smell her on me all night — it’s impolite to go back to the ball like that.

  Chapter Twelve

  Bruno

  When Katarina reappears at the door, she’s slightly pink and breathing hard. No one else at the ball seems to notice, but then again, we’re the only ones who’ve seen her in her post-orgasmic glow like this.

  I recognize it instantly, and it fires me up. Somehow, I don’t mind the thought that Dom just had her alone. Probably because I’m about to have her alone, as well, and there’s no point in being jealous when she obviously wants us both.

  Besides, while they were gone, I slipped back up to my room and grabbed a little something I think will help my chances.

  She glances at me, then looks away. I swallow the last of my expensive Scotch and begin making my way, through a crowd of other nobles and hangers-on, toward her.

  Katarina does the same, casually sidling my way, and I grin.

  Good. Dom’s told her what’s going on, about our competition, and now she’s coming to see what I’ll give her.

  “Princess,” I say when she’s in front of me.

  “Prince Bruno,” she murmurs, still blushing faintly, and offers me her hand.

  “I saw you dancing with Prince Dominic,” I say, kissing her knuckles. “Did you enjoy his company?”

  Katarina clears her throat, a little nervously.

  “I did,” she says softly.

  “You’re turning pink,” I say, straightening up but not letting go of her hand. “It is quite warm in here; would you care to take a quick stroll outside?”

  “That sounds lovely,” she says.

  I offer her my arm and she takes it, my cock already stiffening in my pants. We leave through a grand hallway, and stroll out onto a terrace. Several people nod their heads and say hello to her, but we keep walking.

  There’s a path along the side of the castle, up against the wall, and we walk along that. Soon the noise of the ball fades and we can see the lights of the capital city below us.

  “I assume Dom told you about our wager,” I say to her.

  Katarina just nods, silently.

  “And you’re still here, alone, with me,” I say, stopping on the path.

  I turn to face the princess, taking her face in my hand.

  “How far ahead is he?”

  “Two.”

  I grin and kiss her, slow but hard, and it feels like she melts under me, totally soft and yielding. I didn’t think my dick could get harder, but it does.

  I push her back against the castle wall, my mouth still on hers, one hand drifting down her body. I squeeze both her perfect, small-but-full breasts in my hands and she moans quietly into my mouth, her hands on my chest, running over the muscles there.

  They drift down, to my waistband, and then her delicate little fingers find the hard length of my cock, and she gasps.

  I pull back and look at her, eyes wide, mouth a perfect pink O. She’s still carefully feeling my erection, looking more alarmed with every second.

  “Is that...” she trails off, and I grin.

  “The cock I’m going to bury inside your tight little pussy tonight?” I ask.

  “Bruno, you know I haven’t... I’ve never been with a man before,” she whispers.

  I grab both her hands by the wrists. She gasps as I pin them over her head, then hold them there with one hand.

  “Princess,” I murmur in her ear. “I promise that you’re going to take every single inch of my thick cock, and you’re going to be begging me for more.”

  I press my mouth to hers again and take the fingertip vibrator out of my pocket, slipping it onto my thumb. It’s tiny but powerful — perfect for travel.

  Then I pull her skirt up and duck my hand underneath, finding the spot where her thigh meets her hip, and then I stop.

  She’s not wearing panties, and she’s soaking wet, her pussy engorged. I run my fingertips along her slit and she moans, her back against the wall, her hands still above her head.

  “I should just fuck you right now,” I say, slipping my finger between her folds. “Though that would be unsporting, and I want to hear the way you moan when we’re both taking you.”

  For a moment, I let her hands go, grab her ass, and hoist her against
the wall. She wraps her legs around me tightly, hands on my shoulders, but then I pin her again and flick on the vibrator, pressing it instantly to her clit.

  Katarina groans with surprise, her eyelids fluttering shut. I circle her clit with the toy and stroke her lips with my fingers, squeezing her wrists with my big hand, watching her writhe with pleasure.

  “Bruno,” she whispers. “Oh my God, Bruno, what is that?”

  “It’s my secret weapon,” I murmur, grinning.

  “I’m gonna come,” she breathes. “Bruno, make me—”

  She doesn’t finish the sentence, just throws her head back and moans, her knees gripping my hips as she comes, and it’s fucking beautiful. There’s absolutely nothing like the moment when you make a gorgeous woman totally lose control and give it over to you.

  I don’t take the tiny vibrator off her clit, even as her muscles jolt under me. Instead I slide two fingers into her tight pussy and she moans again. I kiss her neck, making sure I don’t leave a mark even though I want to.

  “Come for me again, Princess,” I whisper. “I know you like it when I finger-fuck you.”

  “Yes,” she whispers as I work her pussy, my thumb and fingers moving together. “Fuck me harder, please.”

  My cock just about jumps out of my pants, but I move even faster. In seconds her muscles are spasming around me again and then they clench, so hot and tight I can’t even move my fingers.

  “Bruno,” she whispers, head back, eyes closed. “Please fuck me, please.”

  I slide a third finger into her pussy, vibe still on her clit, and she whimpers with pleasure.

  “You like it when I’m inside you?” I murmur into her ear, biting it gently.

  “Yes,” she says, gasping for air. “But I wish it was your cock.”

  I can barely contain myself when she says that. I fucking love the dirty, filthy things that come out of her sweet, innocent mouth. Things that are only for us, Dom and me.

  “Soon, Princess,” I whisper.

  A few moments later, she comes again, her whole body shaking like she’s being electrocuted. When it’s over I release her hands, take my hand out of her pussy, my thumb off her clit, and kiss her.