10. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Emery
Five minutes later, I have a mug of hot chocolate and a plate with sausage, eggs, toast, and strawberries. I’ll be lucky if this doesn’t put me into a food coma. This is my normal food intake for an entire day.
Besides asking to pass the various plates around, so everyone could serve themselves, the table is quiet. Too quiet. After forcing down one bite of butter-covered toast, I lean back in my chair, stomach churning.
To be honest, it’s been churning ever since Derek said we have something to talk about. Doesn’t he know that is the fastest way to make a person squirmy?
I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of anything I’ve done wrong since arriving here last night, but have come up empty. Are they ending this weekend before it’s even really started? Is it because I didn’t sleep with Darcy last night? That wasn’t my fault, though. He put me to bed. Was I supposed to wake up and fuck him during the night? Was it a test?
Fuck, I wish I had my phone with me. I need to check my SugarLife vault and start the second transfer so that they can’t take the money back from me. Would it be weird if I went and got it?
I sneak a look at the bedroom door and instantly discard the idea. The apartment is outrageously large, but the walk would be way too nerve-racking. I’ll just wait until they say something, then go lock myself in the bathroom before coming back out with my things.
“Do you not like your breakfast?”
I snap my head up to look at Darcy. His features are pinched in concern as he stares at me.
My eyes widen, and I nervously look at the other three. “Uh, no, it’s um. It’s great. I just . . .”
They all swap looks, and then Darcy pushes his chair back from the table and pats his leg. “Come here, princess.”
My chest gets heavy, and I swallow nervously. “You want me to sit on your lap? Like a child?”
That smirk is back. “Like my baby girl. Unless it makes you uncomfortable.”
I stare back at him, feeling like there is more going on, but I have no idea what. I did agree to being their baby girl for the weekend. If they want me to sit on their laps, then I should, right?
With that thought in mind, I push my chair out and go to Darcy. He takes my hand and guides me between his legs before placing his hands on my hips and forcing me to sit. His arm bands around my waist, pressing my ass into his stomach.
“Relax,” he whispers into my ear, his breath causing me to shiver.
I try, I really fucking do, but I’m way too nervous about the things that need discussing.
Derek has stolen my plate of food and is methodically cutting everything up into small pieces. Not knowing what the fuck to do with myself, I watch him until he stands and reaches across the table to put the plate in front of me.
“Thank you,” I reply, but the words are quiet.
Honestly, I have no idea what is going on right now. This Little Miss Meek thing I’m projecting isn’t at all like me, but I can’t seem to stop. It’s because of the money , I tell myself. I want the money, for me. Not for Tray or for anyone else. My future is at stake.
There is absolutely no other reason for me to be this nervous. None.
Darcy picks up his fork, then stabs a piece of sausage from my plate. He brings it to my lips, and heat burns my cheeks when I realize he intends to feed me, like a child. Keeping my eyes downcast at the table, I slowly lean forward and open my mouth, biting into the sausage and sliding it from the fork.
The arm around my waist tightens before he whispers in my ear again. “Good girl.”
The heat in my cheeks heads south, and I tighten my thighs as I chew. The nerves in my stomach have no idea what to do, and when I swallow the mouthful, I’m a little nervous it’ll reverse its direction.
Darcy’s arm loosens, and he lowers his hand to my upper thigh. My bare thigh, since my lace boy shorts cover absolutely nothing. His pinkie slips to my inner thigh, and every nerve in my body hones in on the contact.
“I think we need to move up our timeline.” The rumbly words come from Xavier, who is sitting directly across from me. He is leaning back, forearm resting on the table, fingers playing with the handle of his coffee mug as he stares at me. His plate is clean of food.
Actually, I glance at the other plates and see that the others are all finished as well. Did I zone out through the entire meal?
“Agreed,” Derek replies. He leaves the table and strides over to a hallway table that I failed to notice last night.
Fuck me, did I even notice any details about this place, besides the huge-ass black curtain?
Darcy shifts beneath me, stabbing a piece of egg and then bringing it to my lips. I automatically open this time and take the food. Hudson and Xavier get up, clearing the table of everything but my plate and hot chocolate.
When Derek returns, he has a large yellow envelope in his hand. Once everyone is reseated and I’ve been fed my third bite, he opens the envelope and spreads out the papers.
I cock my head to the side as I try to get an angle on the writing. At the bottom of one of the pages is my signature.
Ah, the contract from last night. Except, there are several extra sheets.
The fingers on my thighs shift, and a zing of awareness shoots straight into my pussy. Darcy’s fingers curl in toward his palm, fingertips disappearing beneath the edge of my boy shorts.
The egg goes down on a hard swallow. I lean forward and grab my hot chocolate, but that only causes Darcy’s hand to press into my thigh more.
I take a sip of the now lukewarm drink and try not to turn into a thirsty bitch.
His hand is only on my fucking thigh.
Needing to take back a little control, I return my mug to the table, then pluck the fork from his fingers, spear some eggs and sausage, and bring it all to my mouth.
“Emmy, this is the contract you signed last night,” Derek starts, placing three sheets of paper in front of me. They are actually printouts of the photos I sent.
“I have the originals in my bag, if you would like them,” I offer, the words just popping out of my mouth.
He smiles at me. “Thank you, baby, that would be great. You can get them once you have finished eating your breakfast.”
I take a bite of toast with a smile. The satisfaction at having made him happy makes any of the remaining nerves fade away. And the mention of the contract makes me think that they aren’t ending things. They want to add things, if the extra pages mean anything.
Another piece of paper is placed in front of me.
“This is an addition to the previous contract to say that we have extended our agreement to last the weekend. It will last until four p.m. Sunday afternoon.”
I glance around the room, eyes stopping on the oven just as Xavier offers me the time.
“It’s nine-thirty.”
Nine-thirty-three, but close enough. Thirty hours and thirty minutes to go. I nod, even though there was no question.
“There are two other changes,” Derek says. “The first is that we would like to explore domination and submission with you. You had a little taste of it last night, with the orgasm restriction and having your hands bound. We’d like to take that further this weekend.”
While I’m a little surprised, I’m not shocked. The four of them each have an air of command, even over text. They haven’t hidden their requests to dominate me, the preference having been listed in the invitation, as well as the original contract.
Their wanting to extend it brings both trepidation and interest.
“And the second?” I ask as I reach for my hot chocolate and take a sip.
“The second is about public sex.”
I choke on the liquid in my throat and only just manage not to spew it out my nose and across the table. I reach for the napkin and cough into it.
My voice is raspy when I can force out words again. “You want to fuck me out there?” My gesture toward the wall is meant to convey not in this apartment . “Where anyone can see?”
“No, princess.” Darcy starts moving his fingers, brushing them in strokes along my thigh. “Not where anyone can see. Well, maybe, but only if they were watching carefully. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way. It’s more about playing with you in private in public.”
“Exactly.” Hudson nods his approval. “We don’t plan on spending the entire weekend in the apartment. We’d like to take our plaything out for lunch. On the drive there, we might want to tease that pretty little pussy or have your mouth wrapped around one of our cocks. Or we might take you into the bathroom at a restaurant and fuck you in a stall.”
My heart is beating erratically, and I’m not sure what to think, but my brain is not screaming out red flag! Neither is my pussy. No. It’s green all the way.
Lust is drenching my brain at the imagery, and I’m struggling to come up with words. All I can manage is a breathy, “Okay.”