CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DANIEL

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“Daniel.”

The drawl of my name pulls me from whatever dream I’d been having to absolute darkness. To confinement. The room is a flurry of motion and sounds that I can’t find.

“Mira?” Something is over my eyes. A secure band I can’t rip off because my arms are bound over my head. “Chris!”

“Stop yelling,” I hear my brother grumble from somewhere ... above me? “I’m nearly done.”

My irritation builds on my foundation of confusion and I jerk on the ropes only to feel them tighten.

“I wouldn’t do that. Those are Dad’s special snare knots. Remember those, big brother? You pull, they tighten.”

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!”

Her plea is broken by another smack. Something rattles. The bed groans. I feel the things on either side of my hips jerk.

“Where are you?”

Because they’re not next to me. They’re close. The foot of the bed?

“She’s beautiful, Daniel. You kept her so smooth, so ... untouched,” my brother says instead. “Everything about her is fucking perfect. Her sweet, firm tits. Her tight, wet pussy. Her virgin little ass. We’re going to fix that tonight, aren’t we, Mira? You’re going to take my cock in there like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I expect protest, but Mira moans and begs, “Yes. Yes! Please, Christian.”

My cock is pulsing. I can’t see it but I can feel it leaking, mixing with whatever is dripping on me. I’ve never cum without contact or pressure, but I’m pretty sure I’m about to.

“So eager.”

Mira screams, “Daddy,” and my body jerks. My stomach muscles spasm. My balls tighten and release with embarrassing pressure. My own liquid heat explodes across my chest and I gasp. I wheeze. My brain fogs, registering only Christian’s low tisk.

“Look what you did, Mira. You made your daddy cum on himself just from hearing you.”

Fucker! I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to...

“Daddy.” Mira whimpers.

God, the sound of my baby calling for me, needing me.

“Untie me, asshole!”

“Nope. I’m deep in your baby’s greedy cunt and I don’t think she wants me to stop, do you, Mira?”

I can hear it now, the slick assault of two people fucking. Of him pumping his dick in Mira’s pussy.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry. It feels so good.”

I’m thrashing against the sheets needing something to soothe my reawakened cock, but there’s nothing but the rain of scalding liquid.

“Fuck, I love your pussy.” The bed jerks violently as he fucks my baby. “I could live balls deep in this hole.”

Mira’s pleading, voice thick with tears as she begs him to let her cum. But he snickers and taunts, asking if this is what she wants only to stop when she tells him yes.

My sweet little doll is openly weeping. Heaving, gasping sobs as she wails that she hates him.

Christian groans with pure pleasure. “Say it again, little brat. Tell me you hate me.”

“I hate you!” she screams, voice tattered and raw.

The faint humming of her vibrator jackknifes. It roars loud and angry, and Mira wails beautifully. The things on either side of me thrashes. Kicks me. I realize vaguely it must be her legs. I can’t process fully, except ... does Christian have her suspended from the rafters?

“Don’t cum, brat,” Christian warns. “You know what will happen if you do.”

“Fuck you!”

“You will, but not yet.”

There’s movement. The bed gives a violent bounce as if weight has left it. I hear something hit the floor on my left.

“This isn’t just her punishment, Danny. It’s yours.”

I frown. “What did I do?”

But my heart is pounding. My cock aches to feel Mira’s body take me to the hilt.

“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 moment later, 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.

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 my chest. 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.