Page 81 of The Devil's Daughter

The stereo system control is a digital panel built into the bulkhead. He taps the screen, and a moment later, the familiar strains of one of our favorite blues-inspired alternative bands filters through the hidden speakers.

It’s second nature to move to the beat, swaying in a sensuous rhythm. The three of them stare up at me, enthralled, while I move, my gaze shifting between each of them.

Knowing I’ve put them in this state is only part of my current power trip, though. I also know that I could probably do anything to them, ask anything of them, and they’d do what I want. There is only one thing I really want right now, though.

It can wait a bit longer. Dancing has always been merely an outlet for pent-up energy for me. I tolerated the classes Mom made me join when I was a kid. I learned all the dance moves, but hated being told what to do, so I didn’t continue with the classes. I still danced, but on my own terms, to my preferred music, and usually alone. It’s as exhilarating now to have eyes on me as it was the day I danced for the camera in my room. But just like then, these three are the only audience I really want.

I flex and bend, sway and spin. The only thing missing is a pole, but I’m making do. Then with a crook of my finger, I beckon to Drake. He stands, and I reach out both hands, still holding the items I retrieved from my purse. He holds his out to take them with a curious look, then grins when he sees the shiny steel butt plug along with the small bottle of lube that accompanied it.

Without comment, I turn and bend over at the waist, legs wide, until I’m getting a perfect upside-down view of Drake’s cock and balls.

“This is too fucking tempting,” he says, cupping one cheek in his free hand and squeezing. Then he leans in, mouth covering my pussy, and delves his tongue into the wetness.

He only teases for a moment, leaning back and rubbing his fingers through my folds before working my rear opening.

Despite the orgasm I had earlier, I’m primed for more, and his touch just makes me even wetter. When chilly fluid hits my ass at the very peak of my cleft, I let out an involuntary gasp that prompts him to pat my ass.

“Relax, baby,” he says, then presses the slightly rounded tip of the plug to my opening.

I bear down, and the thick object slides in easily. Standing, I turn to face him, clenching experimentally at the plug and enjoying the fullness of it.

“I’m ready now,” I say. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“What do youwantto do?” Drake asks.

“Fuck all three of you. More specifically, I want two of you in my pussy at the same time.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Drake says. “In that case, come here.” He grabs my hand and helps me step down off the table, then turns and sits on its low edge. He lies back, still holding my hand. “Step back up.”

I climb back onto the table and stand over him, hands on my hips. “I think I like this so far. What next?”

“Squat.”

My core pulses in anticipation of our game, and I lower myself.

“Slowly,” he commands, and I oblige, controlling my descent as much as my muscles will allow.

He grips the base of his cock and aligns its tip with my approaching pussy. My slick folds are spread wide from the position, and part easily around his cockhead when I drop lower. Blood rushes to my head and my nether regions, and I let out a moan when he lifts his hips to push deep into me.

“You’re a goddamn tease,” Baz says. “Thought the idea was to share?”

“It is,” Drake says, breathless and panting. He glances past me to the twins. “You two just need to decide who’s joining me inside her.” To me, he adds, “You think you can take two of us along with that plug?”

I bounce a little on his cock, my spread pussy aching for more contact. “Yes. I’d take all three of you, if it were logistically possible.”

Drake chuckles. “Of course you would. I’m beginning to think there’s nothing youwon’tdo.”

“Try me,” I challenge.

“Come here,” he demands, reaching for me.

I shift positions, dropping out of the squat onto my knees, sinking all the way onto his hard shaft in the process. The plunging friction makes my head spin, but his ensuing kiss grounds me.

Then I feel hands on my ass, squeezing. Whichever twin is back there toys with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in slowly, then pushes his fingers into my pussy alongside Drake’s cock, as if testing the fit. Every sensation is brand new and delicious. I never want them to stop.

“It’s going to be so tight,” Ben murmurs. “I fucking love it.”

Drake wraps his arms around my back and nuzzles my ear. “Lift up a little, sweetheart. Give him room to fuck you.”

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