Regal.
Mine.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Rygard.”
Stubborn wench, I can hear the insolence in her tone.
I give her lovely ass a sound smack. “Try again.”
“You,” she gasps. “I belong to you. Quinn Redgrave.”
I rub the sting away. Then smack her again. “Who else?”
“Dax Stafford.”
“Good girl.” Another smack. This time, my palm lands on the other cheek. “And?”
Rapunzel looks right at Wren. “Wren Kincaid.”
“Perfect.” I kiss everywhere my palm landed on her ass. Then I snatch up the vial. Pop open the cork and spill the slippery liquid down her crack. At her hiss and clench, I soothe her. “Go easy, Princess.” I use the name I always called her, even though it no longer fits her status. To me, though, she’ll always be Princess. “You trust me.”
She nodded. “I do.”
“That’s good.” I re-cork the vial and toss it on the bed. “Let me make you feel good.”
I massage in the oil, working it into her tight hole. She stiffens when I slide in the tip of my index finger, but I coax her back into a relaxed state. I ease it in deeper to the next knuckle. Then farther still. Slowly drive it in and out, loosening her so I can add my middle finger.
Rapunzel sucks in a hard breath and tries to crawl away, but Wren is there, his forehead against the side of her head. He whispers sweet words to her. Tender words I can never say that work to calm her.
“Ready for more, Rapunzel?”
Afraid, she shakes her head at me in answer. Wren motions for Dax. With his help, they tease her body back to life. Wren with his words. Dax fucking her cunt with his fingers. Her every breathy moan goes right to my rock-hard cock, tormenting me as I wait to slide into her.
A sheen of sweat coats me. My breathing is labored from the effort of biting back my raging desire. I almost roar my relief when Dax says, “She’s soaked, Quinn.”
I grip Rapunzel’s hip with one hand and, with the other, take hold of the base of my cock. With gritted teeth and my breath hitched, I guide myself to the opening of her ass. “Relax, Rapunzel.”
Ironically, every muscle in my body is strained so tight they’re on the verge of snapping one by one.
A controlled push of my hips opens her. Another gentle drive slides in the tip, and it’s so fucking beautiful the way she opens for me. I steal another inch. The oil eases my way past the band of resisting muscle. “Is she good?”
Before Dax or Wren can answer, Rapunzel tilts her head and says over her shoulder, “More. Please, oh, God, Quinn, more.”
My brave warrior-queen.
She wriggles her ass and clenches her muscles. They squeeze me, pulling me in deeper. Rip a groan from me as I surge forward. Not too deep. Not too fast. Slow. Steady. I want her to want this. To beg me for my whole cock.
Her back digs with a shudder from whatever Dax is doing to her pretty cunt, and the filthy words Wren whispers in her ear. Everything primal inside me works its way through the cracks. Turning me practically feral. My guttural moan fills the room as I claim more of her. Rapunzel meets my next thrust, pushing back against me. Until I’m halfway in, and she’s grasping the hand Dax has buried inside her. Shoving him deeper. Grinding his fingers against my cock, he and I separated only by the thin barrier of her warm, wet inner wall. She leans toward Wren, rambling incoherent answers to his filthy promises.
I grip her other hip. Dig in my stance. One more rock forward fully seats me inside her. Wren grabs her jaw and turns her head to capture her mouth. Her cry tumbles down his throat as I withdraw…
…then sink back inside her.
Again and again.
Claiming her gorgeous ass as my own.
