I run a single fingertip along my outer lips “…I’ll have to do it myself…”
Eli snaps his fingers. “Miss Whitehall, come here.”
I feel the pull toward him like a million invisible bonds, but I close my eyes and find I have the strength to disobey.
“I think I’ll stay here,” I say, spreading my soaking pink folds.
Bobby jumps to his feet. “Fuck!”
“I’m so weak,” Doc mumbles. “Soweak.”
Eli makes a noise like a cut snake. “Ragazzaccia.”Bad girl.
I rub myself lightly, the way I used to when I was alone in my bed with no one to talk to. It feels so good to do it under the spotlight of their attention that I let out a moan. “That feels sonice.”
No one says anything. All three of them are dumbstruck. It’s like when I was on Orchard, but better because now I want them here. I want them looking at my body. The knowledge makes me dip lower, toying with my entrance.
I open my eyes and see that Doc looks like he’s in physical pain. “What the fuck has gotten into you, Tits?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe. “Maybe I’m just ready.”
“Ready to blackmail us,” Eli mutters.
I decide to use another weapon. A word I’ve been saving just for him. “It’s not blackmail to tell the truth,daddy.”
Eli freezes and I watch his pupils dilate. “You…” His face hardens, rage taking over. “You’ll pay for that,bella.”
I can’t bring myself to say ‘I hope so’but I can press my fingertip inside my flower. I’m soaking wet, and when my slippery flesh contracts around myself, I moan. “Oh my gosh…”
“Shit,” Bobby hisses, “Can’t you just come here and give in, JJ?”
I shake my head. “You guys already tried that when you kidnapped me. And with Orchard. And when you locked me away from my Zia. It doesn’t work. No matter how many chains you wrap me in, I’ll always be able to say no.”
Bobby holds my gaze, but Doc looks uncomfortable, and Eli remains icy and remote.
I push another finger inside myself, imagining it’s one of them. All of them.
“Me getting what I want doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” I tell them. “I just need to know you care about me enough to let me make my own decisions. At least sometimes.”
“Little brat,” Eli says.
I ignore him, pushing my fingers deeper. I’m getting even wetter. I withdraw, rubbing the glossy liquid over myself, and a wave of self-consciousness hits me. Am I being disgusting? But none of the guys’ faces say that. In fact, they all look like they’re about to burst in their pants. As the sun becomes tangerine bloody in the windowsills, I decide to make my last stand.
“Take it or leave it,” I tell the guys, sinking my fingers back inside myself. “But you should know I’m going to make myself come on this table.”
I pulse into my flower the way Doc did in the car, bringing down my second hand to pet my clit.
“Put another finger in,” Doc urges. “Pump your virgin pussy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole!”
Heat rushes over me. I swore at Doc! I wait for the backlash, but it doesn’t come. Doc looks annoyed, but he’s still interested.Moreinterested, maybe. I always thought you had to work so hard to make men happy. To be so nice. Maybe I was wrong. The more I get to know these guys, the more it seems like these bossy dangerous menlikebeing put in their place.
Except Eli. He pushes his chair back. “I’m going.”
He gets to his feet but he’s still watching me. My dark captor. My daddy. I lift a hand and bring my fingers to my lips. Three sets of lungs inhale. Am I really going to do this? But then I’ve always liked the smell. It’s sweet and earthy like fresh bread. I suck my fingers into my mouth and Bobby lowers his forehead to the table. “This is so fucking unfair.”
I pull my fingers from my mouth with a pop, but it’s getting hard to concentrate on seduction. My free hand is still pulsing inside my flower and the shivery sensations are growing more insistent. “I think I’m going to come.”
