Page 147 of Unwrapping Deviance

“You kept her from me.” I hear rifling on the nightstand next to me. “You had her all this time, and you selfishly kept her for yourself.”

My teeth creak with the force of my grinding. “She was too young. Too hurt. She needed time—”

“I needed you,” Mira rasps.

I shut my eyes against the blindfold.

“Now, you get to lie there and hear all the things I do to her, make her beg me to do and can’t do shit about it.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I snarl at my brother, who laughs.

“Open your legs, Mira. Let me see the mess I left in your pussy after holding your face in your pillow so Daddy couldn’t hear you taking my cock from behind. What else did I do while I had you on your knees?”

“Put your fingers in my ass.”

Fuck, he did so much to her. So many things I wanted to see.

“You fucker.”

Christian snickers and the bed dips as he gets back on. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should we let Daddy see you like this? Or should we let him suffer?”

Definitely going to kill him.

“I like when Daddy watches,” my baby whispers. “I want him to see you take my ass.”

There’s a stretch of silence broken only by the buzz of her vibrator. I’m beginning to think maybe he would ignore her and truly send me over the edge when the bed shifts. A momentlater, the room comes into view, a blurry dance of firelight and shadows.

A dozen candles burn on the nightstand and along the dresser. But they are immediately forgotten for the sight of my Mira standing over me, beautifully naked and bound at the wrists. The delicate bones are hoisted over her head and caught over a silver hook bolted into the rafter overhead by a rope. There’s just enough length to allow her to stand firmly with her feet on the bed on either side of my waist.

She’s covered in a sheen of sweat. It glistens across her curve and line, highlighting the bite marks on her breasts, the hand shaped bruises inside her tender thighs. Her lips are swollen to match the puffy, slippery set between her dripping thighs.

The liquid.

It’s been her pussy leaking all over my chest.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” I half groan, half growl because it’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Turn, Mira,” Christian orders.

My little doll turns, placing each foot over me until I can see the state of her slender back, the blazing, red handprints on her sweet ass. The deep, crossing lines streaking her shoulders like he’d dug his fingers into her soft flesh while she’d been riding him.

Christian takes her hips and turns her back. He holds her in place while rubbing his cock between her legs from behind. The head nudges her clit with every thrust and she’s barely able to keep her eyes from rolling back.

“Look at how swollen she is.” His hand drifts down to spread her lips the way I had back in the hardware parking lot. Baring the bundle begging for release. “Three hours, Danny. I’ve kept her like this just for you. Right on the edge. A horny little whore desperate for relief. She’ll do anything I tell her if I promise just to let her cum.”

He ghosts a finger feather light over the bump and Mira flinches as if he touched her with a lit match. Her whole body jerks with her guttural snarl. Her back arches, thrusting her tits forward in offering.

He grins at me and pulls away. He bends at the waist and plucks something off the bed.

Mira’s vibrator.

He must have taken it out at some point. I think he’s going to put it back in, but he chucks it further towards the opposite end of the bed.

“It died,” he explains with a roll of his eyes. “Three hours seems to be its battery life, but we don’t need it anymore.”

I disagree.

I want to watch him fuck her with it.

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