Chapter 1 #2
His hair was dark brown, but not as dark as mine, which he kept cropped on the sides, and the long parts neatly combed back.
His beard was short enough that you could see the cute dimple in his chin.
His skin was ivory, making his dark lashes pop on his face.
I couldn’t see the color of his eyes in the dark club with flashing lights, but they were intense and piercing.
They held your attention, controlling you without words.
With one look, he could bend you to his will.
Fuck me… That’s hot.
“Yes, bend me, Daddy,” I whispered so that he couldn’t hear me.
I loved a dominant man. Right then, I knew he would take control and give me the pounding of a lifetime. He had a confidence I only dreamed of.
The man stood close to me, hovering with one arm resting above my head on the wall. With his free hand, he gently fingered a lock of my curls. A cloud of something amber and spice washed over me. “Hello, Princess. You can call me King for the evening.”
“Hello, ‘King for the Evening.’ I’m Andrew.
” Yeah, I wasn’t about to give out my real name to strangers.
It was one thing letting them fuck you for twenty minutes or for the night.
It was another to have them know who you were.
I didn’t want anyone to have any details about me other than how tight my ass was around their cock.
“I have a private room,” he said in a rich baritone that sent shivers up my spine in the best way. What a delicious voice.
“Oh, fancy,” I said.
And fancy it was. Usually, these dudes just hauled me off to the bathroom where other men were fucking, sucking, and taking pisses. You had to pay for the private rooms where you could party, suck cock through the provided glory holes, or have sex while watching porn.
“I want to fuck you while you suck off my friend. Would you like that?”
His black dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway, exposing gorgeous chest hair.
I loved it when they didn’t shave it all off.
My fingers walked up his chest and played with the soft hair.
“Sounds fun, darling. My only rule is that we use condoms.” It didn’t matter if I took PrEP. I still didn’t want to take any risks.
He grinned, and even though it was sexy and crooked, it softened his features. “But of course. I even have some lube.”
“Sold to the sexy king. My body is all yours for the night, honey.”
The hottie plucked my unfinished drink from me and held my hand in his, which was soft and warm. He had manicured hands. Expensive hands. He led me toward the back, where the private rooms were located. Damn, I felt kind of special. Of all the cute men he could’ve chosen, he picked me.
The room was dark and big enough to fuck in, with a booth and a table to party at. There was a TV screen showing some gay porn, and on the wall was a glory hole, where I supposed I would be sucking off his friend.
King closed the door behind us, locked it, and set my drink down on the table.
“Where’s your friend?” I asked. “Does he have a name?”
“You can call him ‘Knight.’”
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 I was 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 their princess.
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.