Page 117 of Unwrapping Deviance

She sucks on my head while bringing a free hand down to rub her clit. I’m transfixed by her fingers. Her lips. Her tongue. The way she’s drowning me in her eyes and in the story.

I fist her hair. “What then?”

She unfolds each minute of getting pounded by Christian, about the hikers who were feet away while my brother railed my baby’s cunt so hard she came three times. All the while, she sucks my cock and fingers her pussy, never once taking her eyes off mine.

“Keep sucking,” I tell her as I reach over to where she’s lined her bath product.

I lather and wash her hair. I massage her scalp and she moans around my dick. The husky sound vibrates through my shaft and down over my balls and I have to grit my jaw.

I have to make her pause to wash off the rest of her. She never breaks eye contact.

When I’m done, she’s back on her knees and my dick is in her mouth.

Her eyes darken with that twisted humor, that impish grin I know is going to get her punished.

“He came in me. There was so much. Plus, yours. I made such a mess on your brother’s bike with my bare pussy—”

I slam her mouth down on my cock. I choke her. The world is a pounding red haze drumming between my ears.

Mira gags and coughs. Her nails dig into my thighs. But it’s not enough.

I need her pussy.

I slap off the water and drag my baby to her feet. Her face is red, her lips swollen from my assault, but she grins at me with smug amusement like she’s won something.

“I will fuck you in the ass if you don’t stop that,” I warn.

Little doll bats her lashes and gives a little shrug. “It’s yours to fuck. I’m your toy, remember?”

This fucking brat.

God, she’s going to kill me.

But I curb the homicidal urge to fuck her raw right here on the bathroom floor. I have to remember she’s still new to being rough. She’s been fucked and teased a lot for one day.

I don’t want to break my toy that easily.

“Does your pussy hurt?” I catch her chin when she starts to shake her head. “Mira.”

Her lashes lower. “I’m a little sore, but—”

My hold tightens. “Don’t ever lie to me. Do you understand? Not when it comes to your comfort. You might not feel it now, but you will in the morning.” I relax my grip. “This isn’t a race, baby. We will fuck you a lot. There’s two of us. But you need to be honest and upfront about everything. Everything,” I stress, brushing her cheek with my thumb. “Even if you’re only a little sore. It’s a big deal. We can’t take care of you if you lie.”

“I didn’t lie,” she whispers. “It’s only a little.”

I nod and kiss her nose. “Break time. You need a rest. Now, get dressed. Supper.”

She doesn’t argue, but I see the pout as she grabs a towel and swaddles herself.

I watch her shuffle to the door and pry it open. Her frustration amuses me. She thinks I’m being cruel when all I want is to take care of her. She’ll understand one day. Once we’ve trained her enough and fucked her enough, she’ll see there is no short supply of it.

Plus, a part of me needs her to process it all. I need her to come down from the high and the newness to fully understand what’s being done to her.

I join her in the bedroom with my own towel slung over my hips. I sit on the corner of her bed and watch her rummage for clothes. I would like to dress her again, but I let her find a pair of cotton shorts and a light t-shirt. No bra or under top. Her nipples are dark haloes against the white material.

Perfect.

“Come here, little doll,” I murmur and get a cranky side eye. “Now.”

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