Page 76 of The Princess Tied

“Are we done here?” he asked Xander, as he let his now dampened hand slip from her mouth. His palm accidentally landed on the upper curve of her breast.

So he caressed her there, squeezed the handful, though lightly.

Po stopped breathing.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation hadn’t yet been invented. The kiss of life had.

John wasn’t concerned, and although he was thinking about giving her a kiss, it was not so as to deliver air to her lungs.

He looked across her head of scarlet curls to Xander. “What were the odds that this would not get naughty?”

“A thousand to one.” Xander tossed the papers aside, letting them flutter to the floor, and climbed to his knees. “Are we done reasoning? You’ve decided to marry us both, I would hope?”

“Ummm.” Po seemed to be considering and was tapping her lips with her forefinger.

“Wait. I thought we were letting her decide?”

“Hmph. True. Well?”

“I would say it is a yes, though a few more precedents might be—”

John heard a hiccupped snort. Was she laughing?

“Oh to hell with this.” Xander slid in closer, took away her hand by the wrist, and he kissed her.

“That’s the spirit,” John rumbled, kissing the back of her neck then relieving Xander of Po’s wrist. He took it to her back and pinned it there, stroked her palm. “What say you to a little bondage, bro?”

“Heyyy,” Po murmured. “Did I say yes to this?”

“Nope.” Xander grinned, ignoring her and snagging her other hand from the pillow beside him. “John’s told me all sorts of things about what miss bratty Po likes.”

Her disgusted pffft, made them both laugh and flip her to her stomach, where they tied her hands with a pillowcase, quickly stripped from its pillow. Her toes were kneading the bed below which gave John ideas. He slipped lower and bit her toes, one by one.

Po’s squeals and noes grew far too loud. His hand ended up over her mouth while they discussed the matter. Neither of them wished to deal with guards charging in.

“The royal bedroom should be soundproof?” He tilted his head.

“But we don’t know for sure. Gag her?”

“Indubitably.”

The pillows were large and the cases perfect for bondage and gags.

Princess Po glared up at them and mumbled threats. The gag wasn’t perfect at muffling her but good enough. Up on his elbow, John talked to her as his brother stripped off her panties then wondered out loud about how to remove her slip without cutting anything.

He eyerolled at Xander.

“We are going to cut off this bit of underwear of yours, unless you promise not to scream as loudly as you have.” John pulled up the shoulder strap and twisted it, then kissed her over the gag—not easily done but somehow satisfying. When he drew away, she was panting and flustered, moaning even.

But… maybe that was because Xander was eating her below. He bumped the man with his foot. “Leave me some.”

Xander didn’t stop and only walked his fingers up her bared stomach. She squeaked through the gag.

“Not helping, bro. Trying to negotiate a quieter girl up here.”

“Really?” Xander popped up his head, gave her pussy one last lick. “I say we spank her first before that gag comes off. I was quite horrified at those arrows going in you, girl. Horrified. That will never happen again. Say yes.”

She frowned over the gag, craned her neck. Grunted once, wriggled.