He glides a finger along my slit. To my frustration, he doesn’t enter me, merely soaking his finger, then returns to my ass. Tormenting that hole in slow, maddening swirls. I tense and hitch in a nervous breath, but Quinn cups my chin. Then his hand moves lower to clamp around my throat, forcing me to hold his gaze.
“Look at me, Princess.” Those abysmal black eyes trap me in a spell more powerful than any witch could weave as Dax works the tip of his finger inside me. It’s shocking but not…unpleasant. “That’s it. Relax, Rapunzel.”
“Fuck,” Dax rasps behind me. “Quinn, goddamn. Wait until you’re inside her here.”
Quinn’s mouth lifts in a devious grin. “Soon enough, I will be. Once she’s broken in and ready for me.” He leans in and brushes his cheek against mine. “Isn’t that right, Rapunzel?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
Quinn shocks me by plunging two fingers inside my cunt. I scramble to grab his arm, his hand squeezing harder around my throat as the force of dual manipulations jostles me. I cry out with Quinn impaling me from the front and Dax partway spearing my ass. Dax winds a length of my hair around his hand, fisting the heavy mass. He pulls it, jerking my head back as Quinn withdraws his soaked fingers. He brings them to my mouth.
“Open.”
I follow his command, and he makes me lick them clean when I do.
“Tell me what you and Wren taste like.”
We are… “Divine.”
Quinn’s mouth curves into a devious grin at Wren’s sharp breath. “Good girl.” He releases my throat to stroke his cock—with Dax behind me, pushing in a little deeper with each slow thrust of his finger.
But Dax releases my hair, and when my gaze falls on Wren, I almost weep at how he’s rubbing his erection. It’s too much, and I push back just a little as Dax works farther in my ass.
“Do you want more, Rapunzel?” Wren’s voice wraps around me like a caress.
I nod slowly, euphoric from the foreign sensation. “Yes.”
“Of course you do.” Dax drives in deeper. “You’re so perfect.” Then he says to Quinn and Wren, “She’s squeezing my finger so hard, she’s damn near breaking it.”
“Fuck,” Quinn growls. “Bend her over. I can’t wait.”
“You heard the man.” There’s a hint of amusement in Dax’s tone as he withdraws his finger. The loss leaves me empty again. “Bend over for us, Little Captive.”
Right now, if they asked me to grow wings and fly, I’d give it my best if it meant this pleasure would never end.
Quinn moves back to give me space. Dax puts a hand between my shoulders to guide me forward. I lock my elbows and land on my palms, my ass facing Dax—my face inches from Quinn’s massive erection.
“Wren.” Quinn’s voice is smoke and shadows in the fading sunlight. “I’m jealous of Dax’s view of our girl.”
Our girl.
A wonderful sense of belonging wraps around my heart.
“So am I.” Wren’s admission cuts through the small distance between the chair and bed.
“I must admit, it’s a wonderful view,” Dax boasts. “Come, Wren. See how her pussy drips from you.”
Wren comes up behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him and Dax. My cheeks heat with wanton need under their hot gazes. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful.”
“And she’s ours.” The note of pride in Dax’s tone sends a flush of heat through me.
“Eyes on me, Princess,” Quinn demands. I whip my attention back to him a moment before the sharp sting of a slap lands on my ass. Gasping, I try to rise, but Quinn grabs me by the nape of my neck. “Did I tell you to move?”
“No,” I choke out.
“You stay as you are.” Faced down, I can’t see what’s happening, but I cringe in anticipation when Quinn demands, “Smack her again. Harder. For me.”
Oh, God…
