Page 104 of The Devils' Darling

I walk to the foot of the bed and dig my hand down between the frame and the mattress then pull out two padded ankle restraints.

“I had these fitted to the headboard, as well.”

“Nice,” Dom says. “I approve of these.”

“What about the cushions?” I am getting prissy now. I spent time and money getting these cushions.

“I mean, they’ll look good propping up your ass.” Dom chuckles. “Presenting your pussy for us. That way I can see them being useful.”

“God, yes, they would, wouldn’t they?” Tino growls.

“I want to see,” Kirill says.

“They’re not sex cushions,” I argue, exasperated. “They’re decorative.”

“Baby.” Dom gently turns my face toward his with the tips of his fingers. “They are so going to be sex cushions.”

“We need to test the bed,” Tino says seriously. “Make sure it can take all we can give it.”

“Let’s get our doll on the bed, tied up and propped on some cushions.” Kirill’s eyes light up.

Trust my men to make it all about sex. Not that I mind. My hormones are haywire right now, and I’m horny all the time. Even my dreams are absolutely filthy—which I far prefer to the nightmares that plagued me before. I’ve not had any sickness. Instead, I’m hungry and needy. I can’t complain, but I do worry I’ll end up huge if I keep eating. If having plenty of sex can stop me munching on cookies, it can only be a good thing.

Dom starts to undo the buttons of my shirt. I’m wearing a denim shirt over leggings, and he slowly shrugs it off my shoulders. My bra is just a plain white one, but he still groans when it’s revealed.

“Love how big these tits are getting,” he says.

Kirill moves behind me and unhooks the fastener, letting the bra fall away. He cups my breasts from behind, rolling and pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“I love how fat these nipples are already,” Kirill says as he bites my earlobe gently. “When your milk comes down, I hope you’ll let me taste it direct from the source.”

My pussy tightens at the thought of them suckling from me. Will they fight over who gets to taste me first? There’s something immoral and forbidden about the action, and of course that only gets me hotter.

“Give me one,” Dom demands, and Kirill holds my tit up for Dom to suck my nipple into his mouth.

He ducks down and laves the sensitive peak with his tongue, and my eyes roll with pleasure. They’ve always been an erotic zone for me, but now they’re off the scale. Kirill massages my breast with one hand while Dom licks and sucks and grazes his teeth over my nipple.

It makes me feel debauched.

They often treat me this way, like an object, talking about me in third person, and I find it so hot every damn time. Afterward, they always take care of me like their precious doll.

“Let’s get these pants off and see if your pussy is swollen for us, too,” Tino says.

Dom lets my nipple pop from his mouth and steps back to give Tino space.

I kick my shoes off, and Tino roughly pulls down my leggings. He doesn’t bother to take my thong off, but just pulls it to one side. His fingers press against my pussy, finding me already wet.

“So pretty and all puffy. Is that for me?” he asks.

I swallow and nod, my ability to speak partially robbed by the way he’s staring down at my pussy. He parts my folds and stares some more. God, I’m squirming with need, and he’s simply looking at me.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks.”

He drops to his knees in front of me and leans in close and licks me, his tongue hot and wet and firm. I jolt at the sensation. God, I’m so sensitive. I moan and spear my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside me.

“Does she taste good?” Dom asks.

“Hhmmm,” Tino murmurs against me.

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