Page 124 of Mafie Trials

“We are going to need some space, Daddy Lex,” I say over my shoulder as I begin carrying Evie up to our room.

“I’ll shower in my old room while you three celebrate,” he says, taking the second-floor exit off the stairs.

“Wait,” Evie says, climbing out of my arms and running to him. His arms are open the second she reaches him and their lips collide. He pulls her close as he devours her face and I watch in awe, glee, and a bit of annoyance because I want to get to my turn.

“I love you,” she says when he breaks the kiss.

“I love you too, now” he smacks her ass, “go to them before they kill me for keeping you to myself for so long.”

She smiles at that, running to Lev and kissing him. He lifts her in his arms and finishes the job I started. We walk through the door, the room set up with towels on the bed, a suspension bar above it, ice, and the tattoo kit set up to the side.

“Holy shit,” Evie says, taking it all in. There are equal parts lust and fear on her face.

“You remember your safe word baby? If anything goes too far you call it. Anything.” I kiss her, trying to help calm her nerves. “We just want to show you all the possibilities tonight. Just like your Daddy.”

She bites her lip and if she touched me right now I swear I would come in my pants. Thank sweet baby Lucifer that Lev is already tying her hands behind her back. I move to the dresser and pick up two special pieces of jewelry for her while Lev tears her dress off of her.

“Sorry, Lucky Charm, it was in my way.” He smirks at her and she melts into him, kissing him while his hands roam over her beautiful skin.

Her back is red, likely from fucking Alexi out on the cliffs, and a zap of arousal goes straight to my dick as I think about what they got up to under the moonlight. Did she scream for him when he spanked her clit? Did she arch her back in pleasure as he spit in her mouth? Or did she spit in his?

Fuck I’m going to need all of these details later.

I move to her breasts, cupping them in my hands and massaging them. I put them in my mouth, sucking and nipping at them until they become tight buds begging for pressure. When I pop off, she whimpers.

“It’s okay Little Shadow. We are going to make them feel good.” I raise the shiny nipple clamp for her to see, not wanting her to be afraid of what I have planned. She needs to see it before she can trust it. She may have said yes to these before, but I don’t think surprising her with much is a good idea.

Evie gives me a nod while Lev kisses down her neck and she arches her back, pushing her tits up even more and giving me better access. I flick one and she shudders. “Such a good fucking girl for us, aren’t you.”

“Yes, sir, only for you.”

If I wasn’t already hard, her breathy tone and those words would have had me turning to steel in seconds. I place one of the clamps on her left breast and slowly increase the pressure. I don’t push them all the way, planning to work up to that.

“Shit that feels good,” she pants, so I add another to the right breast. Jewels hang from them and I give them a little pull just to see her reaction. She gasps then rolls her hips, seeking friction.

I pick her up, her hands tied behind her back and I put her on the bed propped up on a bunch of pillows. Lev slides in behind her, keeping her upright so she can watch what I’m about to do. Her heels are just on the end of the bed, her body spread wide for me.

“Will you let me worship you, Little Shadow?”

Her pupils dilate even more as she breathes, “Yes, please.”

I get on my knees for her, wanting to repay her for every time she’s done the same for me, then I start slow.

I take her foot in my hand and press gentle kisses all the way up to her ankle. I feel goosebumps pebble over her skin and love how she squirms the closer I move to her center.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”Kiss.“Your skin.”Kiss.“Your smile.”Kiss.“How wet you are for us,” I growl as I bite the inside of her thigh that’s tinged pink with a handprint.

“Is she wet for us, baby?” I look up to Lev and he moves his hands from where they are cupping her breasts down to her center. He slides a finger up her pussy, then uses two to part her open for me.

“See for yourself, sir,” he says, his voice dripping with pure desire.

Evie squirms in his hold, the vulnerability making her seem uncomfortable.

“What’s your color?” I ask her, making sure we aren’t taking this too far.

I don’t know all the things she’s been subjected to. If she’s been given bad thoughts about her body I want to strike them down. If she’s been splayed out and vulnerable she might not feel ready to try this with us, and I want to remind her it’s a safe space to tell us so.

“Yellow,” she says in a weak voice.

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