Page 72 of The Succubi's Choice

But, as she watches half through her eyelashes, the man at the wall pulls on the cuffs, crying out in definite happiness.

Her arm aches, deep and throbbing, and she resists the urge to hide it away, tuck it behind herself. She feels more in control, definitely, but there’s still that lurking feeling that she’s just a few touches away from letting it go. Like the right tender caress could make her spark again.

All they had to do to remove her years-honed control over herself was a few hours of torture in a hotel room.

She looks around, and there’s more than enough people looking back at her, and her breath catches in her throat. Even with all of the attention and spectacle and nudity around her, their eyes are drawn.

It’s a sort of power she hasn’t been able to produce in a while.

To one end, a slightly older man stares at her, despite his dick being sucked by a lovely woman with dyed silver hair, and the intensity of his glance makes her turn away, turn to the Archdemon.

“I’m not, doing anything right now...am I?” She asks in a hushed voice, but the woman in the corset still raises an eyebrow.

Not-Thomas gives her a small shake of the head. “You’re fine.” He drops the arm on her, leaving her anchorless. “Go have fun.”

Across the room, two women are sitting together, one young—barely eighteen or nineteen —with a rounded face and baby blue eyes and a soft looking silk nighty, and one older, with gray hair at her temples, stark against her dark skin, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties. They lock eyes with Miri, and the young one smiles, dimples around her cheeks, and gestures for Miri to join them.

So she steps out, her heart pounding again, and they make room for her to sit with them.

“You’ve never been here, right?” The one with the beautiful gray hair says, and her voice is melodic, like someone who sings for a job. Like Miri could sit there and listen to her all day and never grow tired of her words. “I thought I had seen all of Thomas’s friends.”

Miri spares a quick thought for who else would be a friend of the Archdemon here, before shrugging it off. “I’m from out of town,” she says, repeating his line. “Took me here to have some fun.”

“You do women?” The younger one asks, and her voice is high and pure...another singer. “Or just men?”

She’s not quite used to the bluntness, but, with the situation and all, it seems smarter that way. “I absolutely do both,” she says, and it would sure help a lot of her encounters if everyone was as open and honest as they are. If she could just ask and not have to guess when she’s off hunting.

The older one lays a hand on Miri’s arm, and the younger one leans forward, her eyes alight. Now that she’s so close, there are small lines around her eyes, and the youth is somewhat diminished. Like the facade only lasts when you’re a few steps away.

“I’m Haylee, this is Michelle, and we’re still trying to figure things out for tonight,” the young one says, and Miri could listen to them both all day. “Is there anything you want?”

“Miri,” she says in return, then, tentative, places a hand on the smooth skin of Haylee’s thigh, and just the touch makes her need to swallow past the lump in her throat. “I’m here for the new experiences.”

“Well, Miri for the new experiences,” Haylee starts, a smile on her face, “Have you ever had a threesome?”

“Just about half an hour ago for the first one,” she shoots back, and they both smile at her, wide and honest.

“Do you want another?”

And boy does she.

They start it out with a kiss from Michelle, a soft, lingering kiss, where she teases Miri’s mouth open, her hands light against the satiny dress, and Haylee kissing her neck, before dragging the straps of her dress down. With a small noise in the back of her throat, she kisses Miri’s nipple, gentle at first, then with teeth, sending a jolt up through her spine.

Michelle winds her hand in Miri’s curls, gripping tight. Not painful, not exactly, but strong. Insistent. Wherever she pulls, Miri would follow.

Gentle hands, she’s not sure whose, guide her so she’s laying on her back, and they peel the dress off of her so she’s completely naked. It’s a hair too cold, and she shivers, once.

“Aww, you get cold easily, don’t you,” Michelle says, and even with the mocking tone her voice is like silk, causing her to shiver again. “We can heat you up.”

She resists the urge to snort at the cheesy line, but Haylee’s kneeling between her legs and it derails Miri’s thoughts, crashing them into the ocean.

She cranes her neck so she can see, and Haylee locks eyes with her, covering her pussy with her mouth.

Miri’s not usually the one to get pleasured, not usually the one who gets this sort of treatment, and she leans her head back, and Michelle props her up so her head rests on her lap.

“You’re rather reactive, aren’t you?” Michelle whispers, before pinching her nipple, causing her to jerk again. “You said you wanted to try new things?”

Her mouth dry, not trusting herself to speak, Miri just nods into the older woman’s lap, squeezing her eyes shut.

---