Page 145 of Unwrapping Deviance

My jaw clenches. “Where’s Mira?”

Weights shifts on either side of my hips, dipping the mattress. Naked hips. Flesh. Skin rubbing against mine.

“She’s right here. Say hi to Daddy, sweetheart.”

I’m actually holding my breath as I wait for my baby’s reply. When it comes, it’s shaky. Breathless. On the cusp of something that has my cock hardening.

“Hi Daddy.”

I have to steady my own voice when I speak, “You okay, baby?”

I don’t know what Christian is doing to her, but, God, I want to.

“Tell Daddy what we’ve been doing while he’s been sleeping right next to you,” Christian taunts. “Tell him everything.”

Something warm drips down on my bare stomach. A tiny raindrop. Then another.

“He put a knife to my throat,” she croaks, not scared, but like she’s fighting back a moan.

“You what?” I growl ... ish. I definitely said it tensely.

“He climbed into my bed and told me to be very quiet or he’d cut me. Made me fuck the handle of his knife and used pliers but I wasn’t allowed to cum. He wouldn’t let me and I’m so close, Daddy.”

Her desperate whine is met with a sharp smack. Mira sobs and my ropes tighten with the unconscious tug.

I’m not thinking about saving her. I have no thoughts about rescuing my baby. I need to see her. I need to see what he’s doing to her.

“Whiny little brats don’t get to cum,” Christian hisses at her.

I feel a sharp bounce and Mira wails. Full of pain and sweet anguish.

“What ... what are you doing to her?” I rasp, throat dry.

“Tell him, Mira. Tell your daddy what you’re letting me do to you.”

She’s panting and wheezing. That liquid stuff is dripping faster across my stomach and chest.

“He found my toy. He tortured me!” the last part is an angry, broken snarl. “He teased my clit with his hand over my mouth, bringing me so close only to stop every time.”

“Did you know your sweet, baby girl had a vibrator? How often do you use it, Mira? How often?” he commands when she’s quiet for too long.

“Two, maybe three times a day.”

“Fuck!” I thought I said it in my head, or maybe it was Christian. I can’t think.

“Did you know you had such a horny little doll, Daniel? Putting toys in her tight pussy thinking about her daddy’s and uncle’s cocks.”

“Yes!” Mira growls, rich, husky, fucking delicious.

“Tell him where your toy is now, brat. Where did your uncle put it after he edged you for an hour.”

An hour?

He tortured my baby for an hour?

How did I not hear anything?

Mira grunts. “My ass. He put my toy in my ass and he’s ... he’s ... God, Christian, please! Christian!”

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