Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Series: A Dark Reverse Harem Box Set

by Logan Fox

  She squealed in protest, but the sound cut off as soon as their lips met.

  Cora reached behind her, and began filling up the tub, somehow managing this without breaking their kiss.

  The shower door opened again. Steam billowed out and over them. Bare feet slapped on the heated tiles as Lars came closer.

  “How rude,” he said grumpily. “What makes you think you can just come in here and take over, huh? We were perfectly fine—”

  Cora broke off their kiss and got to her feet. She grabbed Lars’s arm, dragging him close enough so she could kiss him next.

  Finn rose and began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. Lars and Cora’s kiss seemed to intensify the more buttons that came undone, so he slowed down until there were only two left.

  Lars glided his hand under the dress, pushing it from her shoulders so it gathered in the crook of her elbows.

  He was busy trying to work loose the last two buttons when Finn turned to find the bottle of bath oil on the rim. He tipped it over the bath, almost emptying the whole bottle, and hastily set it down again.

  God, but it was so fucking hot watching Lars with her. Whether he was stroking her, kissing her, or fucking her from behind — it was like fingernails over his skin. His dick ached to be inside her.

  He grabbed a handful of Cora’s hair, tilting her face back. Lars broke off their kiss to run his fingertips over her mouth. Her lips parted, a pant leaving them. She squeezed her legs together as if having them both so close — and naked — was making her wet.

  Knowing her, it probably was.

  “Get in,” Lars said, pushing her with his hips.

  She complied without hesitation, her eyes flickering from Lars’s face to his as she backed up and stepped into the bath’s roiling water. It would still take about a minute to fill, but it already came to mid-calf.

  “Kneel,” Finn commanded.

  She went down, gasping when the warm water drenched her cunt.

  Finn turned off the water and waited for it to settle. Large oil slicks coated the surface of the water, turning Cora’s naked curves into an abstract painting as it whirled her curves into fantastical shapes.

  Finn climbed into the bath, and she spun to him. But he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at Lars instead.

  “Blow him,” he murmured into her ear. “And pretend it’s me.”

  Cora shuddered under his fingertips, but she leaned willingly toward Lars where he stood with his cock in his hand. He gave it one slow, hard stroke, and let her take it from him with her slender hands.

  She teased him — stroking him a little first as she gazed up at him with sheer adoration.

  Finn’s cock pulsed in sympathy until he wrapped his hand around his girth and strangled it into submission.

  He touched the curve of Cora’s waist. Her hipbone. The top of her thigh. The water was the perfect temperature —warm enough but not scalding — and the orchid-and-vanilla scented oil wreathed the air with a sensual musk he inhaled greedily with each breath.

  Cora stuck her tongue out and swirled the tip against Lars’s crown. Lars groaned and looked as if he would pitch forward into the bath. Cora moved a little closer to him, making the bath water swirl as she did, and popped the tip of his dick between her lips.

  “Fuck,” Lars murmured. “You look hot as fuck when you do that.”

  Cora made a noise of agreement, her eyes never leaving Lars’s. But how long would she keep her attention on Lars? Discipline was something she still had to learn, despite all the times they’d punished her.

  Finn trailed his fingers down her belly and into the small patch of curls above her clit. Cora let out a small moan when he spread his fingers, sliding them past her clit without touching her and all the way down between her legs.

  It drove her crazy.

  So he did it again.

  “Suck him harder, princess,” Finn murmured into her ear when her eyes fluttered closed and she stopped stroking Lars’s cock.

  Lars grabbed the back of her neck, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. Cora moaned and bucked her hips to get Finn to touch her clit.

  He would have slapped her ass for that, but that wouldn’t have worked in the water. And he’d promised no slaps until she’d delivered Baby Girl. No worries — he always kept a mental score card of just how much punishment he still had to meter out to their girl.

  “Deeper,” he said, dragging his fingers hard through her slit, but without penetrating her. “Like you mean it, princess.”

  She groaned, which made Lars moan and speed up. More of his dick entered her mouth — enough that some of it had to be going down her throat. And true enough, a second later she gagged.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Lars muttered, ramming his cock between her lips with renewed vigor. “Where do you want it, Milo? On her face? On her tongue? On her tits?”

  “Nowhere,” Finn said, his voice dipping low.

  He grabbed the base of Lars’s cock the next time the man drew out of Cora’s waiting mouth and took a handful of Cora’s hair to keep her back.

  Both their eyes turned to him. It was impossible to say who was the most aroused in that moment. From the hardness of Lars’s cock, it might have been him. But Cora’s cheeks were so rosy and her eyes glowed like melted gold.

  Using the grip he had on each of them, Finn urged Lars’s dick back between Cora’s lips.

  But only an inch. Then he pumped the man’s cock. Using the hand in Cora’s hair, he bobbed her forward a little, forcing her to take more and more of Lars’s cock.

  “Jesus, fuck, I’m close,” Lars muttered above him.

  So Finn stopped tugging at his dick and kept Cora just close enough to the tip so her breath would warm him.

  “Did I say either of you could come yet?” he asked.

  Cora whined, sagging a little in his grip. Movement caught his eye.

  “What are you doing, princess?” Finn asked slowly, tightening his fingers. She winced, and straightened her spine, tugging her hands away from between her legs where she’d been fingering herself.

  “Nothing,” was her breathless protest. “I promise.”

  “Milo… I can’t—”

  “Don’t you dare. Either of you.”

  Finn stood, oily water streaming from his body.

  “Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, turning Cora to face him.

  But it was already open. Her lips already quivered in expectation. He smeared the tip of his dick over her lips before sliding himself an inch inside her mouth.

  Cora’s mouth was a hot, tight furnace that sucked him deeper. He pumped his cock once, hard, and looked up to find Lars staring at them, mesmerized by the display.

  He grabbed the back of the man’s neck and hauled him closer. Their foreheads touched. Finn released his dick and grabbed a hold of Lars’s instead, squeezing him hard enough to make the man huff out a breath of pain.

  Sliding his hand down Lars’s shaft, he worked the man as close to an orgasm as possible without sending him over the edge. Cora wasn’t as good at edging him — she licked and sucked his cock with so much enthusiasm he was almost unloaded in her mouth before he pulled out.

  “What the fuck’s the rush?” he growled. He’d intended the question for both her and Lars, but Cora was the one to pipe up.

  Cora got to her feet, moving carefully so she wouldn’t slip. “I can’t help it if I’m like a second away from coming.”

  “You can,” Finn said. He ran his eyes over her, pumping his cock a few times, and cocked his head to the bedroom. “Go and wait like we showed you.”

  Cora scampered away, casting a lingering, lust filled look over her shoulder at them before disappearing into the bedroom.

  There’d be oily foot marks on the carpet tomorrow, but by now the cleaning staff were used to it.

  Lars turned, intent on following Cora, but Finn grabbed his wrist and spun him back. He grabbed the man’s throat, forcing him into the wall beside the bathroom door.r />
  “Where do you think you’re going?” he rasped, his face an inch from Lars’s.

  The man didn’t reply, but his breath became a pant.

  Finn urged their bodies together until there was no space between them and crushed his mouth against Lars’s.

  Lars moaned, struggling to get a grip on Finn, but he kept him pinned against the wall, taking ownership of Lars’s mouth with rough, violence bites that made their teeth click together.

  A second later, Lars tore his mouth away, letting out a spluttering attempt for air. “Jesus fucking Christ, Milo.” The man writhed under him a second.

  Finn grabbed his jaw, wrenched it forward, and kissed him again. There was a hint of copper in his mouth now, and Lars struggled even more valiantly than before to get free. Finn stepped back, leaving Lars to slump against the wall as he headed into the bedroom.

  There on the bed, just like they’d shown her, Cora knelt on all fours.

  Quivering as she waited.

  Dios Mio, a live wire touched every nerve ending in her body. Electricity pulsed through Cora, tightening her skin, making her breath come fast and shallow.

  She couldn’t see Finn approach, but his body heat washed over her seconds later.

  She’d made sure she was perfectly positioned. On all fours, legs spread, and her ass facing the foot of the bed. She was down on her elbows, her arms spread straight in front of her, and her hands gripping the two satin-threaded ropes that had a permanent place on their four-poster bed. One in each hand, the loose end wrapped around her wrist a few times. The rope was a luxurious gold, a black tassel dangling from the end.

  Oh, the things they’d done to her with those tassels. Teasing her, making her whimper with want.

  Attached to a contraption above, they hung from the center of the four-poster bed’s curtain. But the ropes could be tucked away when not in use — something Cora did every time now after one of her newer maids had used them as tie backs.

  Fingertips brushed over her sex — from her clit all the way to her backdoor. And as if Finn had worked some magnetism into her, ghostly fingertips traced that same path again, and again in a slow wave that made her want to squeeze her legs together.

  But that wasn’t allowed. Movement was forbidden until she was instructed otherwise. Finn was her Master. Her, and everyone else, merely his underlings.

  After that single touch, Finn went away again. She heard him moving around in the room. What was he doing?

  Left alone, her legs so wide the air stirred intoxicatingly over her, Cora’s mind took her down a dark path.

  There was no other way. It wasn’t a fair trade and it wouldn’t make things better.

  It was a parting gift.

  Something silky touched the curve of her lower back. She shuddered at the cool fabric, recognizing the caress of satin. It draped over her eyes a second later, and she realized she had no idea who had been holding it.

  Oh, god… it had been so long since they’d played this game with her.

  Two bodies moved around her, both climbing onto the bed. The mattress barely shifted — pocket coils were the fucking bomb — so it was impossible to tell who was who.

  A mouth touched her shoulder. Another the curve of her ass.

  One of them licked her slit before scraping their teeth over the back of her thighs.

  The blindfold was tightened. The ropes around her wrist tied into knots.

  A few weeks ago, she’d have been adamant that Lars would have been responsible for the knots. But the four of them had learned a lot. Finn tied knots as well as Lars now. Lars went down on her almost as well as Bailey.

  But none of them fucked her like Finn. They didn’t have his ruthless passion. His stamina. His unwavering determination to make her come harder every single time they made love.

  Another lick up her pussy. And again, it could have been either of them.

  There was the snap of rubber. She shivered at the sound and let out an almost inaudible whimper.

  That meant only one thing.

  “What’s your safe word, princess?” Lars asked, so close to her ear she jumped.

  She gave her lips a hurried lick. “Swan.”

  “Again.”

  “Swan.”

  “Louder.”

  “Swan!”

  “Good,” Finn said. “Don’t you forget it. We won’t stop for anything else.”

  “But please do yell ‘stop’ and ‘no, don’t’.” Finger’s caressed the back of her neck, her shoulder-blades, her spine. “You know it drives us fucking nuts when you pretend not to want it.”

  Her legs shivered, and she clenched her pussy as hard as she could. Wetness dripped from her — something that would have mortified her not two months ago, but now just made her realize how fucking turned on she was.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The words slipped out of their own. They’d never asked her to call them anything, but Finn had such a commanding tone to his voice tonight she wasn’t quite sure if she had control her own body anymore.

  It was the best release she’d ever experienced.

  She was theirs to do with what they wanted. They would never hurt her past what she could bear, or push her further than she could bend.

  They would break her, but only so they could put her back together again, stronger than before.

  Lars sat back on his heels, idly stroking his dick as Finn positioned himself behind Cora. He dipped his hips, caressed the tip of dick over Cora’s pussy, and slid it up to her back door. The condom on his dick looked as if it was having a hard time staying on. He wanted to wince in sympathy as Cora struggled with her bonds, but the exquisite feeling that was about to flood into her was worth every ounce of humiliation it took to get there.

  She whimpered when Finn grabbed her ass in both hands and massaged her backdoor with his thumbs.

  Lars tightened the ropes binding Cora. She struggled a little at first and then resigned to having her hands resting in front of her face. She even wrapped her fingers around the ropes, using them to hold on as if she was expecting a vigorous fucking on the way.

  Lars moved closer, his cock dripping to be part of the action.

  Finn was still teasing the living shit out of her, pressing his cock against her back door so she had more than enough time to compare his impressive girth with her tiny opening. To take her mind off things — or perhaps to drive her stark raving mad — Lars grabbed her chin hard enough to make her cry out.

  He already knew the drill — Finn wanted her oblivious to who was where.

  Was it Lars fucking her, or Finn grabbing her chin? It meant he couldn’t kiss her, but he had other ways to satisfy himself while Finn did his utter worst to their poor, whimpering girl.

  Lars pressed his dick against Cora’s clit and began jerking off against her so she felt every stroke.

  “Fuck,” she whispered fiercely, her breath stirring against Lars’s mouth.

  For that, she should have received a sharp slap to her ass.

  Unlucky for her, Finn was keeping track of all the slaps coming her way in the near future. She wouldn’t be sitting for a week after she’d popped out Baby Girl — and it would her own fault entirely.

  There was no speaking. No complaining. No whining. And definitely no swearing.

  But sometimes she forgot.

  And sometimes he was pretty fucking sure she was doing it just to get another slap.

  Lars dipped his hips and forced the first inch of his dick inside her.

  She let out a whimper and shifted as if she wanted to get away, so Lars grabbed her hips and held her steady. Finn’s concentration was fixed firmly on his task of burrowing himself as deep as possible into Cora’s backdoor.

  He was trying to find space inside her too. But things were tight down there right now. It was like trying to force his dick into warm, wet concrete.

  Fuck, would she even be able to take them both? At this point, he fucking doubted it.

  He grazed his te
eth along the front of her neck, sending a shiver through her. The bed creaked around them as she pulled at her ropes, moaning deep in her throat as Finn dove deeper inside her.

  Lars felt his way around her cunt, giving her clit an absent rub, before caressing where he speared into her. She was stretched so tight around him, her muscles quivering from the inside as if she was seconds away from coming.

  That would be a bad move. Milo would be livid if she gave up so soon.

  Another whimper, and a soft, wordless wail that could have been a protest or a plea.

  Fuck, but she was wet for them. His fingers skidded over her cunt, touching the base of Milo’s dick where he was forcing his way inside her. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Milo’s cock and slowly began pumping him.

  Milo groaned and thrust hard into Cora. As he pulled out, Lars pounded into her from the front. He ground his pelvis against her clit, receiving a breathless gasp for his effort, and eased out of her as Milo fucked her from behind again.

  There was no room for his hand around Milo’s cock — not without him risking injury — so he wrapped his fingers around Cora’s throat instead.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she murmured. “Faster. Please, Sir. Faster.” She sounded close to tears, and Lars almost obeyed.

  Shockingly, Milo slapped her ass hard enough to wrench a cry from her. Maybe he’d forgotten his own rule, or he’d decided she’d been disobedient enough to break it just this once.

  She was quiet after that — unless whimpering counted.

  They moved in perfect rhythm — Milo forcing his way in just as Lars pulled out. That friction made Cora as hot as a fucking griddle — her arousal as slick as oil.

  She came with a strangled scream.

  If Milo noticed, he didn’t care. He was far from done — he kept fucking her, eyes on his work and his jaw bunched with determination as he kept up his steady pounding.

  And as Cora came, she clenched around Lars so hard that he lost rhythm. And then Milo was inside her too, and she let out such a gasp of agonized pleasure that Lars couldn’t hold out any longer. He unloaded inside her, one hand still around her throat and the other digging into her hip so he could thrust as hard as possible inside her without shifting her over the bed.