I winked at him, doing my best to appear as bold as he was. “Like Lancelot? So, I’ll be having fun with King Arthur and Sir Lancelot? Does that make me Princess Guinevere?”
He chuckled, walked over to me, and unbuttoned my blouse with long fingers. Now that there was more light in there, I noticed his eyes were a creamy brown, lighter than mine. “Something like that,” he said. Once he had my shirt unbuttoned, he slid it off my shoulders and draped it onto the booth. “I want you fully naked.”
“What about you, honey?” I asked, reaching for his shirt to unbutton it as well, but he gripped my wrists, stopping me.
“Just you. I enjoy power dynamics.”
Usually, I would drop my pants and underwear to have them fuck me from behind, so this was new and a bit awkward. Actually, it wasn’t only awkward, but it was more vulnerable than I would’ve liked. I’d still do it, though. Wasn’t that why Iwas there? Wasn’t that the point of my little adventure? To get fucked?
I unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, letting them pool around my feet. When King saw what I was wearing underneath, he growled and cupped my cock, which quickly hardened under the delicate fabric. My breath caught, and I instantly wanted to yield to him.
“These are fucking hot, Princess. We’re going to keep those on, and I’ll pull them down when I’m ready to rail you.”
“Just be gentle with them. These are my favorite pair.”
“You got it.”
I’d made sure to wear my prettiest lacy red panties tonight. Not only did I love wearing them, but the guys generally liked them, too. If I had any sexy qualities about me, it was my ass. It was smooth and bubbly. Men adored it, judging from the compliments I often got.
King gripped my shoulders and turned me to face the hole in the wall. “Knight. Look at our princess for the evening.”
An eye peeped through the hole, but I couldn’t see his face beyond that. “Damn, she’s fucking fine. Love the panties.”
I instantly homed in on the fact that they must have had a feminization kink. I could get on board with that. I should’ve known when he first called me ‘princess.’ While I loved some feminine things, I liked being a man, but King and Knight wanted me to play a role; I could do that. I could be theirprincess.
King’s body, pressed against mine, was overpowering. I could easily get lost in submission to him. He leaned down and nipped my bare shoulder before brushing his nose along my throat. My body shuddered, and my skin broke out in a blanket of goosebumps. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of your pussy. Do I have the green light to treat you like a little whore, Princess?” His deep, sexy voice reverberated straight into my soul.
No man had ever called my ass a ‘pussy’ before, but I’ve been called a ‘whore’ a lot during the heat of the moment. I wasn’t sure I liked either, but my body was reacting like it did. What I liked most was that he asked for permission first. That was definitely a green flag for me.
I turned around to face him as my hand slid up his neck and into his silky hair. “You can call me whatever you want, honey. You want to call my hole a pussy, then go for it.”
He grinned and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “What a perfect little whore you are. But first…” King dug into the pocket of his slacks and held up a tube of lipstick for me to see. When he pulled off the top, the color was fire-engine red. “This color will look so sexy against your olive skin and black hair.”
He swiped the lipstick across my upper lip, then my bottom one. I instinctively rubbed my lips together to spread it more evenly.
“Stunning,” he growled. “Fucking stunning. Now, on your hands and knees.”
There was a platform with a cushion in front of the hole, and King guided me to it.
I was eager to please, and I had a feeling this would be a night to remember. It was way better than I had expected, and we hadn’t done anything yet. My cock was definitely on board.
Just when I was about to give up for the night, I found fucking royalty—King and Knight.
Chapter 2
Atlas
OnceIwasexactlyhow King wanted me—on my hands and knees, facing the hole—he tapped the wall. “She’s ready for you, Knight.”
A large, smooth, pale cock covered in a condom soon poked through. There was something naughty about glory holes. Maybe it was the anonymity. I leaned forward to suck it down, but King grabbed a fistful of my hair firm enough to stop me, but not to hurt me.
“I love to see you so eager, Princess, but not yet. I run this show.”
My body vibrated with electricity from his dominant words. Most of the time, when I found someone to fuck me, barely any words were exchanged. It was just a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,’ although I rarely got to the thank you part. So, I liked how he talked and guided me.
With his hand still in my hair, he pulled my head forward. I opened my mouth and swallowed the man’s cock. I inhaledhim through my nose. He smelled of musk and citrus from his cologne, which was lighter than King’s.
Knight didn’t move. My mouth was only wrapped around his cock. I assumed it was because King didn’t just control me, but controlled the man on the other side.
