18. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Darcy
Emmy’s chest is flushed red. The knot that formed at her initial reticence unravels. I need her to share with us. I need for them to all connect with her on more than just the sugar baby level.
She’s it for us. She is what—who—we have been waiting for. I know it. The same way I know what color a canvas is missing or what strokes to use to bring a drawing to life.
Emmy is ours. I just need the others to see it too.
She splays her hands on the brown leather seat on either side of her thighs, and I reach out to link our pinkies together. My princess looks at me, nervousness fluttering in her eyes.
“So, where does your family think you are right now? Girls’ weekend away?”
Emmy shakes her head and reaches out for her glass full of soda and ice. Derek picks up one of the paper-covered straws that the waiter left behind, rips it open, and drops the straw into her drink. She smiles at him, but it drops away quickly.
“I wasn’t lying before. There isn’t anything to tell.” She takes a sip of her drink. “They’re dead. The only person who knows I am with you is my roommate.”
My heart trips and tumbles in my chest, the feeling so real, I’m almost shocked when I don’t end up with the organ in my lap. “You’re an orphan?”
With a shrug, she twirls her straw through the black liquid, making the ice clink against the glass quietly, steadfastly avoiding all our gazes. “Yeah, my parents died in an accident when I was six. Been in the system ever since. It is what it is.”
Well, fuck. I shoot a look at the others, because I was not expecting that. A sleepover at a friend’s house, hell even a night with a non-existent boyfriend—all things I was expecting to hear. But this? Can we go ahead with our plan after she dropped something as heavy as that? It’s like she can hear us all losing our mental-dom marbles, because she laughs and relaxes back.
“Can I have my minute now, Daddy?” she asks, her voice dripping with overexaggerated bratty innocence.
Hudson doesn’t have to be asked twice. Anything to give us time to process what she just admitted. With a few taps of his thumb, he activates the vibrator and places his phone down on the table.
Emmy sucks in a breath, and her finger clamps down around mine. “Oh, fuck.”
She slinks down in the seat a little and tips her head back, eyes closed, pelvis tipping forward until her back arches.
Oh fuck, indeed.
My blood runs south so fast that I barely have time to adjust myself so that my cock isn’t bent in my briefs. The others all seem to be having a similar reaction. With her eyes closed, Emmy doesn’t see Hudson take control of the vibrator. He holds his finger over one of the pulsing dots on the screen, then slowly drags it down to the bottom of the screen.
Emmy lets out a whimper. “No . . .”
But then he drags it all the way to the top of the screen, and her no drags out until she has her mouth open in an O. As her head raises off the back of the booth, and her body curls inward, she barely breathes as the speed of what I’m assuming is the clit stimulator goes to maximum vibration.
Hudson eases back down, then starts drawing a circle over and over again on the screen. Emmy is whimpering and moaning, until she whispers, “I’m close. I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
I glance down at the timer on Hudson’s screen. “You’ve got fifteen seconds. Fourteen.”
She fists her hand, taking my pinky finger with hers, and rocks her hips. “Please, please, please.”
“Eleven, ten, nine.” I continue counting down for her.
Hudson, helpfully for us, slowly eases the vibe back down.
She gets more frantic, chasing her climax. “No, don’t stop, please.”
“Three, two, one.”
The vibe turns off, and she huffs out her annoyance. She turns a glare on Hudson, who is smiling back at her. “Problem?”
She purses her lips. “Is that the next question?”
I cough to dispel my laugh. Damn, she’s quick.
“Is Emmy your real name?” Xavier asks before Hudson can reply.
She tips her head from side to side. “Yes and no. It’s a shortened version of my name.”
“What’s the full version?”
This time, it’s her turn to grin. “Nuh-uh. I answered the question. I want my minute.”
“She isn’t wrong,” I say, backing her up. This bratty side of her is amazing. I’m totally here for it.
Xavier smirks. “Fine, but remember this for later.”
Instead of his words making her nervous, they make her stomach clench, and she raises her eyebrow at him. “I can’t wait. Now, my minute?”
Xavier takes the phone from Hudson and turns the vibe on. For the entire minute, he never keeps a consistent pace or pressure. His finger zigzags, spirals, waves, and does a random drag all over the screen.
Emmy is panting, and one of her feet is raised from the floor, knees spread as wide as she can get them under the table. I’m thankful for the tablecloth because anyone who happened to look our way would see our baby girl’s panties on display, and nope. We might have joked about it earlier, but that is a sight only for us. As much as we all like the titillation of almost-public sex, we don’t share with others. Unless it's for a scene at Obsession. Even then, the crowd will be handpicked.
This time, Xavier does a countdown for her. “Four, three, two.”
Emmy cuts him off before he can say one. “My real name is Emery. Don’t stop.”
Emery.
It suits her. Not that Emmy doesn’t. This bratty side of her is definitely Emery. But the shy, sweet baby girl who wants to please us? That’s Emmy.
Derek steals the phone from Xavier. He takes pity on Emmy and slowly increases the speed over ten seconds, holding it just below maximum until the end. Her whimpers and moans get louder, and just as I’m starting to wonder if she needs help keeping quiet, she turns to me and buries her face in my chest.
I wrap my free arm around her and feel her moan against my peck. Her hips and legs are taut with tension as the orgasm burns through her. She starts to go limp in my hand, but instantly tenses again when the high-strength vibes continue.
Emmy shakes her head into my chest, and I can only just hear her saying no .
It’s not a safe word and she knows that, so I don’t say anything. Helpfully, and with a smile, I count down the timer for her again. “Nine, eight, seven.”
Her whole body is spasming, and she is gripping her skirt tightly.
Without being told, she knows she isn’t allowed to remove the toy.
This girl is perfect.
And she is going to be ours.