Page 148 of Unwrapping Deviance

Instead, I get to watch him slide his hands under her thighs and lift her. The hook takes her weight and I’m gifted with a full view of her red, tender sex, slick with arousal and semen. He’s been torturing her and the wet streaks down her inner thighs makes my mouth water.

Christian aligns her tiny opening with the thick head of his cock. Slides it in. Only the head. Stops.

Mira swears at him. She upends a torrent of mindless rage that neither of us notice. I certainly don’t. Her unraveling is perfect. The rigid arch of her spine, the tremor in her thighs, her curled toes ... her greedy little hole sucking. Fluttering. Trying to feel the rest of him.

Christian smirks and pops out. She leaks a thin stream that rolls down her ass crack to drizzle across my abdomen. Her entrance flexes rapidly like it’s trying to get the dick back.

He does go back.

He slams up twice in rapid and violent pumps before yanking free. Mira’s scream ricochets off the walls. It slams into mychest. Wraps around my dick. Her body jerks and thrashes, a wild convulsion that nearly tips her out of Christian’s hold.

He sets her legs down and steps away. I don’t watch him cross to the opposite end of the bed. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about anything, except watching the silver tears staining my beautiful baby’s face.

It’s not her tears that fill me with the need to finally break her. It’s her resilience. Her fight. She’s furious and desperate but she’s hanging on so well. Three hours is a long time, but she’s taking it. A few more times, a little more training ... fuck, she’ll be perfect.

CHAPTER THIRTY

DANIEL

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Soft, blue eyes dilated with arousal and shiny with need lift and meet mine. Her plump bottom lip puckers. Her chin wobbles.

“Please, Daddy. Please, no more.”

Her little hiccup would have crushed my soul any other time, but it only fills me with pride now.

“You can take it, baby,” I tell her.

She sniffles. “I don’t want to take it.”

I almost feel my lips twitch. “You’re doing so well. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Christian returns with a bottle of water. The cap is already unscrewed, and he tips the edge against Mira’s lip. His free hand lovingly strokes her damp, tangled locks while she opens eagerly and drinks half the bottle. He wipes the trickle that escapes with his finger, brushes the same finger over her cheek, wiping the tears. Brushing back her hair. He gives her a gentle smile.

“Okay?” he asks quietly. “Are the ropes too tight?”

Mira shakes her head.

“Words, baby. Always words.”

“No,” she whispers.

He tilts his head back to study her fingers. “Wiggle.”

She does.

He leans in and kisses her. “He’s right. You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.”

My good girl takes in a breath. “It better be really good or I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

Christian bursts out laughing. I grin as he leans in and skims her lips with his again.

“Do you remember your safeword?”

My baby nods. “Red.”

He brushes his lips over her nose. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

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