Page 74 of Princess Claimed

“You should get him,” I say softly.

“Who? She looks into my eyes with questions.

“Crusher.”

Her head tips to the side, and I nod, reassuring her that this is what I want.

Standing on the bed, she reaches for the cuff around my right wrist.

“Leave them on,” I say, my voice gruffer than I intend.

“Really?” She looks down into my eyes.

I nod.

“You’re okay if Crusher sees you like this?”

“It’s about time he knows who’s in charge.” I grin. “About time he knows you’re my queen.”

She laughs off the comment, but I can tell she loves it. Her reaction paints her entire body pink.

I lower my voice. “Bring Crusher in.”

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Ana

Exploring Phil’s body, seeing his reactions to my touch, was wondrous. Then once he was inside me, I’m pretty certain he had several back-to-back orgasms, shooting his seed for several minutes non-stop. I didn’t know multiple orgasms were possible for males, but I know so little of these things. I’ll ask him later.

Right now, I’m focused on understanding why Phil is okay if Crusher sees him naked and bound to the bed. As much as I’ve learned about Phil, he contains far more mysteries for me to discover.

As I back away from him, my mind flashes to a dream I had where both of these big men were inside me at once, and my juices start flowing again. I’m equal parts excited and terrified to know if such a thing is even possible, and wonder if that’s what Phil has in mind. But if it is, why would he want to stay in the cuffs?

I open the door, standing behind it to shield my nude body from the rest of the club.

“Everything okay?” Crusher’s eyes fill with concern. “Did Phil hurt you?” He peeks into the room. “Is Phil okay?”

“Everything is…wonderful.” I smile broadly. “Phil wants… We’d like you to join us.”

Crusher nods sharply, turns to scan the club, and then follows me inside the room.

Taking in the scene—Phil, bound to the bed, his member fully erect, and me naked—Crusher shakes his head in disbelief and disapproval.

“We, um…” I don’t know how to explain.

“Not my business.” Crusher’s hips shift, drawing my gaze.

He’s hard. The bulge in his jeans is prominent. Is Crusher hard all the time, or did his arousal start when I invited him in? Or when he saw Phil on the bed?

Of all these men, I know the least about Crusher.

“Can’t find the keys?” He crosses to the bed. “Do you me to break you out of jail?”

Grunting, Phil shakes his head. His gaze drops to Crusher’s crotch, then he turns his attention to me. “Come here.”

Next to one of Phil’s outstretched legs, I crawl up the bed.

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