8. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Emery
Darcy leads me through the door at the far end of the apartment, near the corner furthest away from the black curtain, and I’m not surprised when it opens to a bedroom. What I am surprised about is the size of the bed I’m standing at the corner of. The photo did not do it justice.
It’s massive.
And I don’t mean California King massive. I mean, it spans almost the entire width of the room, like the room was built around the bed, not the other way around. Even the pink and white duvet cover had to have been custom made. Five people could easily fit on that thing with plenty of room to move around.
The image that thought puts into my mind has me squeezing my thighs together right there in the doorway.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I have my first male induced orgasm and all of a sudden, I’m a horny teenager?
Pressure on my lower back forces me farther into the room so that Darcy can step in, dragging my bag with him. He drops a kiss on my hair before walking around me and the foot of the bed, along the far side and then disappearing through a square archway near the top of the bed.
Feeling a little like I left my brain in the elevator, I take a deep breath and try to catch up to my surroundings. There isn’t much light, just the glow from the room behind the bed that Darcy disappeared into. I step further into the bedroom with the plan to put my little handbag on top of the dresser against the wall opposite the foot of the bed, but pull up short.
There, right in the center of the white set of drawers is my teddy bear with its big, pink satin bow, my coloring in book, and my case of pencils.
I’d completely forgotten about them.
But here they are.
I drop my bag onto the bed and reach out to trace a finger down the brown fur of the teddy’s arm. So soft, just like he was when I bought him earlier today. For some reason, it feels like he should have changed since then. I know I have.
A noise from behind startles me and I spin around to find Darcy in the archway, one shoulder propped up against the wall as he watches me. “Does he have a name?”
I shake my head, feeling a little like I’ve just been caught doing something I shouldn’t.
He shoves off the wall and comes toward me. “Well, we’ll have to think of one then. Maybe by the end of the weekend he’ll have a name.” Darcy stops in front of me and holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s get you ready for bed.”
He leads me to the gap in the wall and I gasp as we round the corner. There is a massive walk-in wardrobe back here. Well, I guess it would be massive since it seems to be the same depth as the five-person bed.
Shaped like a U and completely white, there are enough hanging spaces, shelves, drawers, and mirrors that I couldn’t possibly ever fill them. Not in an entire lifetime. But that is neither here nor there, since I’m only here for the weekend. All I need is a space to put my little borrowed bag, which has been left in front of some weirdly angled shelves.
I scan the rest of the wardrobe and find that one of the sections has several hangers in use already, with dark jeans and shirts. Darcy has obviously been busy.
“The bathroom is just through here.”
Turning, I find Darcy standing to the side of a gold and frosted glass door, which is also the source of the light. He gestures back at my bag. “Feel free to unpack. Treat this space like it’s your own.” His smile turns hungry, and it reminds me of how he looked at me earlier tonight, just before I kissed him for the first time. “But it doesn’t mean we won’t use you in here as well.”
Use . Holy fuck.
Why does that one word make my thighs squeeze together?
Unable to speak, again, I nod.
Turning down his smile to a simmer, he gestures for me to come to him. I do so, without question. I’m going to have to keep reminding myself that this is what they are paying for, right? To follow their commands and let them use my body however they want for the weekend. I’m fairly certain I still have my safe words, and they have shown they will stop if I ask them to.
Darcy pushes the door open further and tugs me in after him. As I walk into the bathroom, I can’t help but feel lost. My reflection in the massive gold-trimmed mirror to the right shows my mouth hanging open, revealing my clear astonishment.
White marble, shot through with pinks and golds. Every fixture is unpolished brass. There is a huge bathtub with jets. A giant shower with—I have to walk closer to look—three shower heads. Three!
And there is a vanity table with a delicate-looking cushioned chair.
Standing in the middle of the room, I slowly turn. Creams, pinks, golds. The room is...
“You’re welcome to take a shower or whatever you need to do to get ready for bed,” Darcy offers, one shoulder leaning against the doorway. “I’ll wait for you out here. Take your time.”
“Okay, thank you,” I manage to say, my voice barely stronger than a mutter.
The hotel was completely out of the realm of my normal, but this apartment? This freaking bathroom?
I let out a nervous giggle. What the fuck am I even doing here? This is so far out of my comfort zone. Even wearing Oakley’s cute sundresses and flats, I don’t fit here. I’m a nobody, with no family, and zero fucking class. This is so not my scene.
But does that matter, when it’s only for the weekend? It’s not like they are asking me to stay indefinitely. They just want to take the weekend to turn me inside out, and then they’ll give me the rest of the money they owe me, and I’ll be on my merry way to my dream life.
Yes. Do them for the weekend. Get my money. Live my dream life.
Starting with sleeping with Darcy tonight.
Reality check complete, I go back out to the closet and unzip the bag, searching for one of the two lingerie dress thingies I bought earlier today. I easily find the purple negligee with the matching boy shorts. Knowing they paid for these removes any self-sabotaging thoughts about the four men not liking them.
I quickly duck into the bathroom, arms loaded with my clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, and deodorant. In less than five minutes, I have fresh breath, loosely double-braided hair, and the purple lace and gauzy set on. I have no idea if it’s appropriate sleepwear or not, but I doubt I’ll ever wear it again after tonight.
After carefully wiping down the basin, I scoop up my things before going back to the walk-in and packing it all back into the bag, leaving no trace of myself behind. Straightening, I take two deep breaths, then walk around to the giant-ass bed and pull up short when I see Darcy sitting on the edge, completely dressed and scrolling through his phone.
He looks up and locks his phone, his eyes scanning the full length of me. “All done?”
I shrug, arms feeling a little awkward, so I wrap them around myself. “Yeah, we showered at the hotel, so didn’t need to do much.”
Darcy nods. “True.” He stands up and shoves his phone into his pocket before gesturing back at the bed. “Well, princess, your bed awaits you.”
Looking at the bed from the side, it seems even wider than before, with far too many choices. When I don’t immediately move to climb onto it, Darcy leans over and pulls down the corner of the duvet, then offers me a hand.
My heart starts to beat a little faster as I slip my hand into his. And not going to lie—my pussy has a little heat in it, even though she is still waving a white flag from the treatment she received earlier.
My shoulder brushes against his shirt-covered bicep as I pass him and climb up onto the bed. It is suitably high enough, that it’s almost awkward for me to get up on my own, but I manage it. He relinquishes my hand once I’m kneeling, and I turn to face him, waiting for his first move.
But none comes.
That damn smirk is back as we stare at each other, like he has some sort of inside joke that revolves around me. The awkwardness from earlier starts to overpower the heat, and my brain fires off so many suggestions on what to do that I end up doing nothing. Well, that’s not true. I continue to stare at him.
He stares back. Waiting.
I have no fucking clue what to do right now. Am I supposed to make the first move? Do I just take my clothes off and let him have me? That thought sends a zing of pleasure from my stomach to my clit. Okay, so, don’t hate that.
Or maybe he wants me to help him take his clothes off before I blow him again? Do I just reach for his belt? My gaze drops to his black leather belt with a smooth, rectangular chrome buckle. How do I even undo that thing? I’ve never undone a man’s belt before. They usually already have it undone before they get to me. And this one looks way fancier than a regular buckle.
My stomach tightens as worry mixes with the awkwardness, and I start to feel small and out of my depth. I don’t know what to do. To my horror, my throat begins to tighten.
I will not fucking cry.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Except, when Darcy steps right up to the edge of the bed and tucks his knuckle beneath my chin and forces me to look up at him, I can’t make the emotions go away. His smirk has disappeared, and in its place is concern. Again. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, because there is no way I can make words right now, not with the lump in my throat.
“Princess, I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me. Let Daddy take care of it for you.”
Let Daddy take care of it for me?
This time, when I inhale, it’s shaky.
Besides Tray, no one has ever tried to take care of me before, not unless it’s a part of their paycheck.
Let Daddy take care of me.
My eyelids flutter shut, and I try to let everything go.
Let Daddy care for me.
Slowly, I open my eyes and look up at Darcy. “Daddy, I don’t know what to do.”
Darcy’s eyes darken, but his smile returns. “Okay, princess. Let me help.”
Capturing my hand again, he tugs me up to the pillows. He pulls back more of the duvet. “Which pillow would you like to sleep on?”
I look to the side and then down at the pillow directly in front of me. Five options. Too many. So, I pick the one that is directly in front of me and right on the edge of the bed. The middle seems too...much, somehow.
I point at the pillow I want.
“Okay, that’s a good choice. Now, lie down for me.”
Without giving it too much thought—because, really, what is there to think about?—I do as he requests and lie down.
Cool fabric kisses my skin as I lower my head to the amazingly soft but firm pillow. Which is so weird. How can a pillow be soft and firm at the same time? I start on my back but then roll to my side. I watch Darcy as he pays me no attention, going back for the blankets and slowly pulling them up my body, until they are tucked beneath my chin.
He lowers himself to a crouch so that we are eye-level, his fingers tracing along my hairline before tucking behind my ear. “I took the liberty of plugging in your phone to charge. It’s on the dresser. Which reminds me…”
Does that mean he went through my borrowed handbag? Do I care?
He stands and goes to the dresser, returning with my nameless bear. Gently, he lifts the edge of the blankets and tucks the bear in against my chest. Reflexively, I cuddle the bear tightly, snuggling it into my chest.
“The light switch is here, if you need it.” He points to a small LED panel embedded into the headboard that I hadn’t noticed before. It has the time and a bunch of buttons, but the only one I am concerned with is the one with the icon of a light bulb.
“Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head, my hair making a shushing noise against the pillow.
“Okay, well, good night, princess. I’ll see you in the morning.” Darcy leans forward and comes in for a kiss.
Okay, so we are starting. My pulse quickens as he gets closer. I close my eyes in anticipation.
I am expecting his lips to make contact with mine. Spoiler alert: they don’t.
Instead, I feel them on my forehead.
Before I even register what has happened, the room goes dark, and I hear Darcy leave, gently closing the door behind him.
What the hell?