Page 187 of Unwrapping Deviance

I know he does. I know how hard he gets when I take control. We have that in common. We both like taking turns dominating the other. Daniel is all dom. He likes the control. He’ll let me take the reins occasionally, he definitely loves watching Christian dominate and destroy me, but with Christian, I get to really be bossy without having the tables flipped and finding my ass stretched around Daniel’s punishing dick.

“On your back.”

Fully stripped, Christian scrambles up onto the mattress and does what I say. His beautiful erection is a solid weight resting against his pelvis, head a fat, purple mushroom shiny with pre-cum.

I ache with how badly I need him inside me. My core, already slick and ready, pulses.

I scoop the blindfold off the table and crawl up next to him.

“No peeking,” I tell him, sliding it over his beautiful eyes.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies eagerly, hips doing a little wiggle as he gets comfortable.

I kiss him. Long and slow. Taking my time tasting the taste of coffee off his tongue. I nip on his lip just hard enough to elicit a tiny groan from him before pulling back.

I turn my head to find Daniel. Not at all surprised to find his eyes fixed on me from the open doorway where he’s propped a shoulder against the frame. His arms are folded over the soft cotton of his white dress shirt.

“Come play, Daddy,” I tease, crooking a finger at him.

An excited flutter erupts in my belly when he pushes off and starts towards me with his long, powerful strides. He reaches the side of the bed and has to plant a fist into the mattress in order to reach over and twist his fingers in my hair and drag my face to his.

“I want to watch you play with your uncle, little doll.”

A thrill shimmies down my spine and collects at the base of my belly that intensifies when he crashes his mouth to mine and invades my mouth with a demanding plunge of his tongue.

I’m breathless and dizzy when he finally releases me. My heart is hammering in my chest, a cacophony of chaos I greedily relish, especially when Daniel pulls back and begins undoing the buttons on his top.

He removes every layer of clothes while I watch and stroke Christian’s cock. I continue even as Daniel drags a pillow up against the headboard and takes his place to watch.

Excited to please them both, I turn my attention to the man pulsing in the palm of my hand. His breathing is slightly ragged, but not to the extent I want it. Not yet.

Releasing him, I crawl to my gift and the lube and gather both up and bring them with me to the wide V of Christian’s legs.

Since that night back in Jefferson when I fingered Christian’s ass, we’d done it a few more times with my fingers. I can get two in there now and he loves it so I’m feeling pretty good about the new addition to our toy chest as I soak it in lube.

I was very careful to pick a small plug. Nothing bigger than my fingers, but when I saw this one, saw the functions, I couldn’t pay fast enough.

Now, as I bend at the waist and gather Christian’s cock between my lips and prod his back entrance with my slippery fingers, I can hardly wait to share this with him.

“Fuck...!” he groans in that raw sound that makes me shiver.

His hips buck up into my mouth. My hand. Driving himself down on my fingers. I suck in time to my pumps, stretching the muscles. Getting him ready.

I don’t stop sucking when I withdraw my hand. I take him right to my throat when nudging his hole with the silicone plug.

Christian stiffens. His fingers fist into the sheets. Even in my bent position, I keep my eyes on his face, watching for even a flicker of discomfort to stop.

“Mira,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

I immediately pause. “Stop?”

His jaw moves. His nostrils flare. The hard wall of his chest lifts.

“No.”

Still, I ease him on it gently. Letting his body stretch and fold over the toy until it’s settled in place.

He’s breathing hard. A thin sheen of sweat glistens across his brow.

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