Page 14 of Treasured By Them
“You’ll have to be.” I hold one of her hips and gently press forward on her back so she bends at the waist. “Hold these sweet cheeks apart for us.”
A strangled sound of dismay comes from her throat. “Daddies...that’s...”
“That’s what?” Edmund’s mouth lifts in amusement.
“It’s so dirty.” She shivers. “I can’t.”
I swat her ass lightly. A threat of what will happen if she disobeys. “You can. And you will. Do it now, Dani.”
She reaches back and spreads her cheeks apart, revealing her tight little hole. I squirt some lube onto my finger and touch her there. She startles at the contact, and I chuckle.
“You think this is funny?” She shakes her head in outrage.
“Just relax, baby.” I smooth my finger over her sensitive nerves, pressing a little harder each time I pass over her opening. “It’ll feel good if you let it.”
“Doubtful.”
“Perhaps we’re being too nice.” Edmund pinches her ass.
“No—thank you, Daddies,” Dani says, backtracking. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to let it feel good.”
On my next pass over her asshole, I push my finger in a little harder. She clenches, fighting me.
“Breathe, little girl.” I push again. “Try to relax, it’s just my finger.”
“If you push out, it should be easier.” Edmund places a hand on her back and moves it in soothing circles.
Dani lets me in. I add more lube and push in and out, getting her used to the sensation. “I think she’s ready for the plug.”
“Is she, though?” Dani sounds both cranky and aroused.
Edmund grins. “She is.”
I remove my finger and grab a pack of wipes from the nightstand to clean off.
Edmund lubes up the plug and touches it against Dani’s hole. “Just relax, princess. Your daddies only want you to feel good in the end.”
Her breathing is loud. I reach around her and cup one of her tits, gently rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpers and moans, but holds perfectly still as Edmund pushes the toy all the way in. The jeweled base sparkles.
“Imagine if that was my cock.” Edmund pats the base of the plug. His face lights up with sadistic delight. “Or...Troy’s.”
“You guys won’t fit.” Dani moans. “And Troy’s too thick, it would kill me.”
“It wouldn’t kill you.” I kiss the side of her head.
“I’ll just wish I was dead the next day,” she grumbles.
Edmund pats her hip. “Walk around for us, angel.”
She straightens and turns to face us, her cheeks and neck pink with a blush. “I can’t walk with this thing in my ass.”
“You can.” I gesture her forward. “People do it all the time. Remember at Salt?”
Her mouth twists. “They seemed like they knew what they were doing. I don’t.”
“Everyone starts somewhere, princess.” Edmund takes her hand and tugs her forward, forcing her to take a step.
The distress on her face gets me hard for some reason. Maybe it’s the idea that we’re corrupting her.
