ELORA

by Beanie Harper

“My eyes are red when I’m tired too.” Both men laughed, and I could have sworn I heard someone downstairs join them.

“Look around and tell me what you see–” “Madness.” I interrupted without hesitation.

Jeez, they didn’t even have Dukes. What were they so worked up about? None of their adults could compare to mine. It made me feel better knowing that as scared as I was, at least I wasn’t throwing a fit. I was a big girl, and I would keep my promise that I’d try kindergarten.

“Yes, Theo,” Eugene taunted. “Please go back to kindergarten.”

“Math is stupid. Division is dumb. Why can’t numbers just stay the same–”

“Elora got hot,” Lucifer deadpanned, breaking the silence and revealing our secret in one fell swoop.

“Of course he did! He didn’t even say hi to me, Theo. He’s been nothing but mean this whole day. I know he’s like a million years old; maybe he’s getting menopause,”

A smirk worked its way across his lips as they opened for the first time in what felt like forever. “So we’ve all been staring at her ass for hours then.”

Lucifer smirked over his shoulder. “She gets them too.”

“All of them,” I said in a duh tone. I made it very clear that I love love love them. Eugene needed to pay more attention, or I needed to love more aggressively. I liked the second option better.

“Being turned on means your little pussy wants attention, Princess,” he husked, his eyes as molten as Eugene’s.

“Do you want us to help you, Princess?”

“No. Let them take care of you, Kitten,”

Eugene pulled my knee, spreading my legs apart. His other hand wrapped around my back, keeping me in place. “You smell so good,” he breathed into my ear as he continued his teasing kisses.

I zoned my eyes on something strained against his thigh in his pants. Maybe he’d brought me home a big candy bar? He used to do that sometimes. Although, judging from the disapproval on his face, I doubt I would get it now.

“Are we in trouble?” I whispered.

“No. He’s just jealous it wasn’t his hand under your skirt,”

“Eugene and I fooled around with Elora,” he announced proudly.

Eugene smirked, “Which corner would you like us in?” He joked.

open. I looked around at everyone, seeing their bright red eyes on me. I was in trouble.

“Do Elora a favor and educate yourselves on aftercare and sub drop,”

“I don’t care how embarrassed you are; you do what I tell you,”

“As long as you save some for the rest of us.”

“Show me?”

“Why don’t you go show Duke what a good kisser you are,”

“Be a good girl and show me what Felix taught you, hm?”

He hooked his finger along the thin waistband of my lace underwear. “I like these,” he complimented calmly. “Can I have them?” He gave me a pointed look, hinting that it was a rhetorical question.

“Quin isn’t working, is he?” I asked solemnly. Lucifer’s gaze shifted to me. He leaned against the counter, playing with his gold chain necklace. “No. He’s chained to the wall in the basement,” he deadpanned.

“Quin ate something much more delicious than a cake. I promise he doesn’t mind,” he gave my thigh a quick slap, telling me not to argue.

“Okay, Daddy,” I said sweetly.

I’d just tell her she makes my dick hard and offer her a feel.

Theo sarcastically clapped his hands. “Atta boy!”

“That’s my good girl, cum for Daddy,” Felix husked against me.

It was long and about as thick around as my wrists. The tip of it looked angry and red, mushrooming over the rest of it, which was covered in veins.

“Next time you toy with me, I’ll take you against this counter,” he said far too calmly. “So you can watch yourself become my mindless little cock slut,”

“Fuck Baby, cum with me–cum for my cock,” he said through soft whimpers.

I found them all in the backyard, all shirtless with jeans on. I sure was a lucky girl today.

Nervously, I bit my lip. “Uh-huh, I wanted to put up pictures of us instead of the old ones,” I explained. I put my hands behind my back and smiled. “That’s okay, right, Daddy?”

I smiled. “Uh-huh, and I come with free kisses and cuddles,” I flirted.

“Look at you, being so helpful. Such a good Baby,” he cooed.

He curled his finger at me, beckoning me to him. I stood up and walked up to him. Still on the phone, he wrapped his arm under my bottom and lifted me onto his hip.

“You look like you need to be fucked with these on,” he said lowly while running his hands up my thighs.

“No, I went on a walk.” He smiled. “Speaking of–” he reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a small stone. “I found one of those rocks you like,” he held it out to me.

“No, but you leaving without letting me stick my tongue down your throat is unacceptable.”

“Do you have to go back to Eugene?” He asked. He patted the counter, “The counter’s the perfect fucking height. Wanna take it for a spin?” He gave me a hopeful look.

Lucifer turned around and walked inside, a disgusted look on his face.

Jason opened the door, a massive smirk on his face. He leaned against the doorway, and I blushed viciously at the two items in his hand. The evil microphone and the handcuffs. “I’m suddenly very interested in this religion you’re into, Smalls,” he teased.

“I’m going to go grab a few things,” he nodded to the door. “When I come back, I want you naked, face down, ass up,” he ordered, giving me a stern stare. “Got it?”

“I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you,” he warned. Oh, yay!

“The next time your friends interrupt us, I’m just going to fuck you in front of them, yeah?” He suggested, no hint of a joke in his tone.