The Devil's Daughter

by Ophelia Bell

  “We have tomorrow,” Baz says. “We still need to look into the Typhon Board. If any were close to your dad, that would help to know. We do have a couple potential leads from today though. Nothing that’s panned out, but I want your input.”

  “Give it to me,” Drake says, idly caressing my thigh.

  “Something doesn’t add up about Curt Hagler,” Baz says. “He had too strong a resume not to land somewhere decent, but I can’t find a link to a new company. I’m going to keep looking into him. At least his name isn’t on the guest list, but that doesn’t mean he’s not linked to someone who is. The only other potential lead I found is for one of the VPs—a man named Miles Sitnik, who runs the South American Regional office out of Brazil. I haven’t nailed down a deeper connection, but my algorithm keeps pinging him as a potential red flag. Elle and I will take a look and see if we find anything concrete, but if you know anything off hand, it could speed things up.”

  Drake frowns and shakes his head. “I don’t know Miles all that well, but I’ve never had issues with the Rio office. I’ll ask my secretary if she knows anything. As for the Typhon board, none of the directors were any closer to Dad than the others, that I’m aware of. I wasn’t close to him either though, so I didn’t keep tabs on who he was friends with. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

  “It’s not your fault, man,” Baz says. “We’ll get to the bottom of it somehow.”

  “Well, it isn’t happening tonight,” Drake says, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. “Can we put this stuff on hold for the night and take you to bed?”

  I blink and stare back into his blue depths. “All of you?”

  “If the twins don’t mind. I think we need to make sure it will work.”

  “Thought you were just into watching,” Baz says with a smirk.

  “Would you be able to keep your hands off her if you didn’t have to?” he replies.

  “Is that what you want, Elle?” Baz asks, looking at me. “I guess we may be due for a conversation about how this will work. Not just the—ah—choreography, but the balance of attention.” He rubs the back of his neck and gives me an awkward smile. “’Cause I’d monopolize you if I could get away with it, but I don’t think that’ll fly in this situation.”

  “I have an idea,” Ben says, standing and adjusting the bulge in his shorts. “Let’s take her to bed and see how things play out. If we need to make adjustments, we can talk about it after.”

  I smirk up at him as he steps over to me and reaches out a hand, helping me up off Drake’s lap. “Someone wants to get laid,” I tease.

  “Baby, sharing you with Drake the other night was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I think it’s only going to be hotter with all three of us.”

  I turn to lead the way to the elevator, and Ben smacks me lightly on the ass. I toss him a playful look over my shoulder, but my insides are a turmoil of anticipation, and a little dread. What if it doesn’t work with all three of them? What if Baz gets weirded out and it turns into a huge disaster?

  But I’m not backing down, and it seems neither are they.

  20

  Elle

  When we reach the end of the hall where it meets mine and Drake’s bedroom doors, Drake touches my elbow. “My room,” he says.

  I nod, not sure why it matters, but I trust him. When we get inside, he turns on the light and faces us, blocking our entry.

  “I want all three of you to trust me implicitly,” he says. “Making this our space is part of that. Elle, I want you to be able to retreat to a place that’s yours alone if you need a break from us. So I think one of our rules should be that we let you keep your room to yourself. If that means you never sleep in your own bed again, I’m fine with it, but if you go to your own room, it’ll be a signal that you need space.”

  He pauses and swallows, his gaze intent. “If … when we move back to the penthouse, assuming you all want to stay, I’d like to convert one of the guest rooms into a new master bedroom.”

  “So… watching me like this morning… won’t be a thing?”

  His eyes darken and he steps close. “I didn’t say you couldn’t fuck us in your own room, or that I wouldn’t be watching. I think you enjoyed believing that I was watching, didn’t you? Doing that dance.” He teases a fingertip beneath the strap of my tank top, and my skin lights on fire from the brush of his knuckle.

  “Which I still haven’t seen, I should point out,” Ben interjects.

  “We can fix that,” Baz says, fishing into his pocket. He waves a small flash drive. “This is the only copy left in existence. Figured I’d keep it close.” He moves to Drake’s TV and plugs it into the USB slot then turns the power on.

  Ben kicks off his shoes and leaps onto the bed, lounging right in the middle, then grinning at us. “You guys gonna join me, or what?”

  Laughing, I climb on and settle beneath his arm, snuggling close. Drake and Baz seem to have a bit of a stand-off until Drake gestures for Baz to go first. Baz lies down at my back and Drake takes the other side, next to Ben.

  Ben taps the remote, and a grainy view of my bedroom at the penthouse comes into view. I’m doing my best sexy striptease, emphasis on the tease, as I dance and toy with the buttons of my shirt. I was both angry and turned on when I put on this show—angry because I thought they were going overboard with the surveillance, but so turned on over the idea that they might be watching me at that very moment.

  Little did I realize that Drake was watching, though he was the only one at the time. But watching it now, I understand why he came banging on my door so fast.

  “Jesus, Elle,” Ben mutters, unable to look away from the image of me swaying my hips as I undress for the camera, then slip out of my shirt, showing my smooth, bare back and round ass in my sexiest pink lace boy shorts. Ben’s hard-on stretches the front of his shorts, and I’m tempted to touch him, but he hasn’t gotten to the punchline yet. When it happens, he busts out laughing despite his arousal.

  “That’s classic, Ellie,” he says, chuckling.

  I take the remote and pause the stream. It stops with a perfect still of my mostly bare breasts and the words Fuck You written in cheap red lipstick across my chest, my middle finger raised and taking up a good third of the frame. It’s a pretty badass look, if I do say so myself.

  “I was in dire straits. I hope you guys realize that. The cameras were just a smidge too far, so I had to take action.”

  “Don’t know if this was the right tack,” Ben says. He retrieves the remote, rewinds the video and starts it over at the beginning, right at the point where I start unbuttoning my blouse. I grab it back and power off the TV, then toss the remote to the floor and rise to straddle him.

  “Why keep watching it when I can give you a live show?”

  “Because you were in your element,” he says, grinning at me. “Which is a fucking beautiful thing. You’re a force of nature, you know that?”

  “So you don’t want a live show if I’m not pissed off?” I ask, toying with the hem of my tank top.

  “I think what we all really wanted was to be the hands that undressed you,” he says, glancing at the others for confirmation.

  “Pretty much that,” Baz agrees with a nod.

  Drake chuckles. “I’m only good with watching to a point, at least with you.”

  I shoot him a devious smile. “I wonder what that point is.”

  Drake narrows his eyes just as I bend to kiss Ben, plunging my tongue past his lips and teasing until he moans. His hands roam beneath my tank top, and then another pair join his, urging the fabric up. I pull back from our kiss and let Baz do the honors of taking off my shirt, and then I reach back, unfasten my bra, and slide it off.

  Then Baz is cupping my face, taking his turn with a deep kiss. I’m halfway off Ben’s lap onto his when Ben bends and sucks one nipple into his mouth. Pleasure zings to my core, heat rising as I release Baz and accept Ben’s kiss once more.

  Baz takes over at my breasts. He works h
is way lower, kissing and gently nipping my belly as he descends to the top of my shorts, unfastens them, and slips off the bed onto his knees as he yanks them down my thighs. He urges me to twist so my ass is flat on the mattress. Ben cradles me against one arm, still kissing as he takes up fondling my breasts while his twin dips his head between my thighs and gives my wet pussy a long sweep of his tongue.

  “Fuck, you taste amazing,” he says. He plunges his tongue into me again and hums as if my snatch is the sweetest dessert.

  I lose myself kissing Ben, arching my back into his touch as he strokes my breasts. Then the bed moves, and I feel another mouth on one nipple. Sighing, I comb my fingers through Drake’s thick hair, urging him on. He teases me until I squirm, my pleasure rising quickly.

  “Oh god. Please, I want it to last. I want you inside me.”

  “Roll over, baby,” Drake commands. He’s propped on one elbow beside Ben’s legs and touches my hip, nudging slightly.

  Baz backs up and tears off his shirt, then his pants, as if anticipating what’s coming next. His expression is single-minded, but I see the reverence in his eyes when I meet his gaze before turning over on his nod. He grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and doesn’t waste time notching his cock at my soaked and aching center. He pushes in slowly, and the pleasure of his thick shaft filling me is so perfect, all I can do is cling to Ben and drop my cheek against his belly.

  He strokes my head lightly as Baz begins to fuck.

  “No pressure, but if that’s where you’re going to be…” he says, tilting his hips up a fraction, making it impossible to ignore the thick, hard ridge in his shorts.

  I turn a fevered gaze to look at him, my words punctuated by a gasp as Baz shoves hard and deep. “You want me to suck your cock?”

  “I can wait my turn, but I’d rather not. Put your mouth on me, Elle. Pretty please?”

  “If she won’t, I will,” Drake says, hovering beside me. He’s shirtless now, but still has his shorts on. When I push up onto my hands to rock back against Baz’s thrusts, Drake leans down and undoes Ben’s shorts.

  “We can take turns,” I say, eyeing him curiously as he leans back to pull Ben’s shorts past his bare feet and tosses them to the floor.

  He stares bright-eyed at Ben’s cock, then gestures. “Ladies first.”

  Ben settles back with an incoherent curse as I wrap my mouth around him, holding him at the base while I suck him deep.

  “Good girl,” Drake croons in a deep voice. The compliment sounds both strange and completely natural coming from him—my mentor, my boss, and now my lover—and I can’t help but glance at him, eyes wide, hoping he’ll give me more.

  He seems to grasp what I want and nods. “You’re doing great. Just take care with your teeth and keep a steady rhythm. Cup his balls—like that, yes.”

  I do as he suggests and Ben moans, bending his knees to give himself more leverage to lift his hips. He curls his fingers around the back of my head, tangling them in my hair, and murmurs my name.

  “So fucking good, Elle,” he says, but I realize it’s Baz behind me who’s speaking. “Come with me, baby.”

  He bends over me, hand sliding around to find my clit, and it only takes a few deft strokes before I lose track of the world, save for the cock in my pussy and the one in my mouth. And then there’s Drake, whispering dirty words in my ear as he teases my nipples and urges me to come.

  I fly over in a rush, bucking and writhing against Baz and madly stroking Ben’s cock, because I evidently can’t have an orgasm with a dick in my mouth or I’d forget how to breathe. But Ben doesn’t seem to mind a bit. He barks a curse, then his cock erupts, shooting fine streams of semen across his belly and over my knuckles.

  Baz has barely pulled out and fallen onto the bed when Drake takes his place.

  “No rest for the wicked,” I joke, unfocused and barely coherent, but far from spent.

  He chuckles as he pushes in, and I gasp at how good it feels to be filled again.

  “I want you to come as many times as humanly possible so you have no choice but to want us all at once, every time.”

  “O-Okay,” I say, already losing focus as he begins to fuck with slow, undulating thrusts. Baz and Ben are both breathing heavy, and a moment later, Baz disappears, returning with a warm, damp rag that he tosses to his brother to clean himself and my hand with.

  “You want to take both the twins at once someday, don’t you?” Drake asks breathlessly. He squeezes my ass cheeks as he plunges deep. “Because if the answer is yes, we need to work on this.”

  He presses a thumb to my tight hole and rubs. I gasp at the surprisingly delicious pleasure that floods my groin at the unexpected contact.

  “Would you like that, Elle?” he asks. “I’d love to watch you take them both—one in this sweet, tight pussy, the other in your ass.”

  “Yes. God yes, I want that,” I say.

  “Fuck,” both twins mutter in unison. Ben’s cock twitches where it lays soft against his hip, and when Drake plunges a finger past my tight barrier, he goes fully hard again.

  I moan and cling to Ben as fresh pleasure blasts through me, but it’s nothing compared to the deeper, more consuming pleasure that comes when Drake adds another finger, stretching me even more.

  I start to reach for Ben’s cock to stroke again. I don’t know if he’d be able to come, but I want to try. But he stalls me, then bends down to kiss my cheek. “I’m having a taste of your pussy.”

  He sits up and makes a spinning motion with his finger. Confused about how this is supposed to work, I follow Drake’s lead. He pulls out, then settles on the edge of the bed. “Back to me. Spread your legs like you were on the video this morning.”

  God, was it only this morning that Baz fucked me like this while they watched? It seems like eons ago. I straddle his thighs and lean back, sighing when I sink down on his erection again, legs splayed wide across his. He spreads his to allow Ben to drop to his knees between them, and when Ben presses his mouth to my core, I gasp, reaching both hands back to grab hold of Drake’s neck.

  “Oh god, that feels so good,” I moan, arching and writhing as Ben tongues my clit. Not to be left out, Baz settles beside us, one knee crooked onto the mattress as he bends over to worship my breasts again. It’s as if they each instinctively know where to be, where I need them most.

  I’m nothing but a bundle of raw, intense pleasure, and it lasts twice as long as last time, but when my orgasm overcomes me, it’s like a tidal wave. I cry out, bucking and clenching, unable to hold back. Drake groans a harsh curse into my ear as his cock erupts inside me. Ben moans against my pussy, the sound a desperate plea. When he rises, his gaze is hot, needy, and I only nod as I stand.

  He hauls me into his arms and lifts me, gripping the backs of my thighs as I wrap my legs around him. The next thing I know, I’m flat on the bed again and he’s plunging his cock into me, the friction teasing my already sensitized flesh.

  He fucks me hard and fast, his need drawing out my aftershocks until they’re another full-blown climax. He yells my name when he comes, then falls to the side, gasping, still loosely clutching the back of my neck.

  I’ve never felt more connected to anyone than I do to the three of them in this moment, but the way they’re looking at me, I know it’s only the beginning.

  21

  Elle

  “It just boggles my mind how we didn’t figure this out sooner,” Ben says when he catches his breath. I scoot close and rest my head on his shoulder, lethargic from all the exertion and orgasms. Reaching across Ben’s chest, I grab for Drake’s hand where he’s leaning on one elbow on Ben’s other side. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. Baz slips close at my back, kissing me on the shoulder.

  “You were being nice guys. Gentlemen,” I say. “Besides, I didn’t know what I wanted until a few days ago.”

  “We weren’t gentlemen, Elle. We just had no game. Trust me, I beat it to your selfies on the regular, and so did Baz.�
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  “Dude.” Baz’s indignant interjection makes his brother smirk.

  “It’s true. No more secrets, right?” He turns to Drake. “What about you, boss man? You ever jerk off to pictures of her?”

  I perk up, lifting my head to look at Drake. He leans back a little and laughs.

  “Ah… no, I can’t say that I did. I’m probably a little broken that way. Fantasizing about you would’ve been as bad as watching you on camera without your knowledge.”

  “So what do you masturbate to?” I ask.

  Drake blanches like I’ve just trapped him.

  “You don’t have to tell us,” Baz says.

  “No, we’re sharing, so I’ll tell.” He gives me a direct look. “Honestly, until very recently I hadn’t done it in a while. Once upon a time, I used to watch cam girls, but only the ones I could verify were actually performing for fun and not coerced. I quit for years but a few months ago I was tempted again. She might have looked a little like you, Elle. She’d wear a dressy work-type outfit, and I’d just watch her pretend to work. She’d do this slow striptease like it was getting too hot, unbutton one button every minute or so. I’d get off before I even saw her naked, most of the time. It never lasted long enough for it to sink in that she was a stand-in, but in retrospect, I know that’s what it was. I wanted her to be you.”

  “But why?” I ask. “Why me? I mean, I know why you agreed to take me in for my father, but I’m still not sure I understand why you were attracted to me like that.”

  He sighs and stands, then pulls down the top of the comforter. “Get cleaned up and let’s get in bed. I’ll see if I can explain it in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a huge, stalker-y pervert.”

  “Hey, if the shoe fits,” Ben snarks, earning himself a death glare. “What? I caught you checking me out when we met.”

  “He doesn’t have a monopoly on stalker behavior,” Baz says. “We kept tabs on you even before we were paid to, Elle. We can tell ourselves it’s because we wanted you to be safe, but the truth is it was always more.”