I can hardly breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m so wet that I’ve probably ruined this nightgown.

They both want me.

Not just that. They both just proposed to me, and even though it’s crazy and impossible-sounding, I think they might be right.

Bruno turns my head again, and he’s not forceful, exactly, but there’s no question who’s in control right now — it’s not me, it’s them. He kisses me again, even harder than the first time, as Dom kisses my neck and trails his hand down my chest, just barely skimming his palm over one hard, pebbled nipple.

I moan into Bruno’s mouth.

“You like that?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I say.

Dom does it again, both palms on both nipples, so lightly I can barely feel it, but the sensation sends a jolt up my spine. I gasp, and Bruno bites my bottom lip.

“I’d say it’s a fucking shame no one’s touched you before now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re so fucking ready, Princess, but I think I’m going to love being the one to ruin that innocence.”

I moan again as his fingers slide under the hem of my silk nightgown, skimming up my thigh until he finds the crease at my hip.

Dom takes both my nipples between his fingers, his lips still on my neck, and rolls them gently through the silk, the fabric whispering against the sensitive nubs perfectly. I’ve got one hand on each man, but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I’m utterly transported already, and they’ve only just started.

“Spread your legs for me, Princess,” Bruno orders, his voice rough but soft. “Show me how wet you are.”

I swallow, closing my eyes. Of course no one has ever talked to me like this, but no one has even dared use that tone.

I open my knees, letting my nightgown drape between them. Dom pinches both my nipples a little harder as Bruno kisses me fiercely, and it almost hurts but instead it feels so, so good. He tugs on the already-low neckline of my nightgown, and then suddenly my breasts are both free, nipples pink and rosy in the firelight.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Dom growls, taking them in both hands. He squeezes them almost roughly, my nipples between his thumb and first finger, and my back arches.

“You’re so eager to be touched,” he murmurs, still teasing me. “Do you have a lot of frustrations, Princess?”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please.”

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Bruno says, his hand moving up my inner thigh. “Not for anything.”

He swipes one finger along the very edge of my lips, just as Dom pinches my nipples again, and I cry out. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it.

“You’re so fucking wet, Princess,” Bruno says. “Is that for us? Were you sitting in here, thinking about the things that the two of us could do to you, your beautiful pussy gushing like a waterfall?”

I’m panting for breath, and he slides his fingers up toward my clit, circling it slowly.

“I was trying not to,” I whisper.

“Here’s the first thing we’re going to do to you,” Bruno says. He slides to the floor, on his knees between my legs, still circling my clit with one hand. “I’m going to taste your honey and lick your sweet little cunt until you come. And then Dom and I are going to trade places.”

Without waiting for an answer, he grabs my ass and pulls me to the edge of the couch, pushing my nightgown up over my hips in one motion. Before I know it, my white panties are off, Bruno still rubbing me, slow and deliberate as he runs his lips down the inside of one thigh.

At the same time, Dom locks his lips around one nipple and sucks on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over the engorged surface. I moan again, just as Bruno puts one hand on the inside of each knee, pushing my legs even wider.

I gasp. Now I’m helpless, practically naked to the world, spread in front of both these men, but Bruno’s surprisingly gentle as his tongue starts at the bottom of my slit, slides between my lips and then moves in a slow circle around my clit.

I whimper, my hand locked in Bruno’s hair. Dom chuckles, still licking at one nipple and pinching the other, his hands all over me.

Bruno licks me harder and harder, my legs still wide, his tongue darting back and forth across my clit masterfully, like he knows exactly how to make me come in record time. I clench my hand in his hair, totally oblivious to anything but the sheer pleasure rocketing through my body.

“That feels so good,” I whisper.

Dom chuckles and bites my nipple just hard enough, pulling back as he does, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body.

“So you like having your pussy licked,” he murmurs. “He better save some of your sweet, sweet honey for me, Princess, because I’ve got every intention of making you come with my tongue in your cunt as well.”

Just like that, I fall over the edge, exploding, pleasure rocking through me with a blast, but Bruno doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down, but he teases at my lips with his fingers, gradually sliding a fingertip inside.

“Please,” I whisper, back arched, my hand still in his hair.

Bruno pushes his finger deeper and strokes something inside me that feels like a lightning bolt charging through my body.

“You want us to fuck you, don’t you?” Dom growls in my ear.

I can only nod, senses too overwhelmed to even talk.

“Good,” he says. “I can’t wait until I’ve got my thick cock inside your tight little pussy and you’re moaning and screaming while I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. But not tonight.”

I’m back on the edge, my eyes rolling back in my head. Bruno slides a second finger inside me, stroking that spot again, and it’s almost like touching an electric fence.

“Why?” I manage to whisper.

“We promised to start you slow, Princess,” he says.

I come again, my whole body jolting and jerking. I throw my head back and cry out, and Bruno keeps going until I’m completely finished.

Then he pulls his head back, takes his fingers from my pussy, and stands. He kisses me without saying anything, and he tastes like me and it’s dirty and gross but it’s also hot.

Dom’s already off the couch, on his knees, Bruno on one side of me. When he stops the kiss, he takes his fingers, covered in my juices, and puts them in his mouth, licking them off slowly.

Just as he does, Dom strokes my other lips with his fingers. I’m even wetter now, so wet I’m afraid I’m soaking through this couch, but I don’t care. He puts his lips around my clit and sucks on it, making me gasp.

“You’re fucking delicious,” Bruno murmurs, reaching over and taking a nipple in his fingers. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the second we walked into the throne room.”

Dom sucks harder, and I can only stare at Bruno, my mind flickering in and out of thought.

“And you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he goes on, pinching my nipples harder until I moan. “I love watching you lose control. Especially when I’ve got my tongue in your pussy and you’re moaning for me like the wicked girl I know you really are.”

“I’m—” I start.

Dom licks me harder and then I come for the third time in a row, biting my lip and throwing my head back.

“That’s my princess,” Bruno says, grinning.

“I can’t come again,” I gasp. Now my whole body is jerking with every stroke of Dom’s tongue, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Dom, I can’t.”

He stops licking me for a moment as he pushes two of his thick fingers into my opening. I gasp as he fills me and curls his fingers inside me.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs.

Dom licks and strokes in rhythm, and within seconds I’m scaling new heights, shouting at the top of my lungs. I think I might be babbling, and I don’t know what I’m saying, but I come hard one last time for both my princes.

Then Dom stops, slowly. He kisses me, just like Bruno did, then licks off his fingers.

It’s so, so sexy, the way he does it, licking them clean while he stares me in the eyes.

“I want you both to fuck me,” I whisper. “Please.”

Together, they pull me back onto the couch so I’m sitting upright. I kiss one, then the other, both tasting like me, and I lose which one I’m kissing. My silk nightgown is around my waist, and their hands are still all over my body, spent as I am.

“Fuck me,” I beg again. “I need you inside me, please.”

They exchange a look.

“Not tonight, Princess,” Bruno says.

My mouth drops open.

“Why?”

“We’re in the library at two in the morning,” Dom says. “When we fuck you, we’re going to fuck you hard and we’re going to fuck you right, Princess.”

“Plus, we promised you we’d be slow and gentle,” Bruno adds.

I glance down at the enormous bulges in their pants.

“I don’t need slow and gentle,” I say. “And I haven’t even touched you.”

“I told you tonight was all about you,” Dom says, pulling my nightgown up, the silk sliding over my nipple. I shiver.

“Make no mistake,” Bruno adds, pulling up the other side. “We’re going to take turns burying our cocks in your until you scream our names. Just not tonight.”

“When?” I whisper.

They both stand, pulling me to my feet. The rest of my nightgown falls into place, around my feet, and Dom hands me my panties.

“Soon,” he says with a smile.