38. Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Derek
I’m shocked to hear music flowing through the apartment as I push into the apartment and quickly swing around to capture the door before it slams shut behind me. Darcy’s scene should have been over by now, but by the sounds of things, it may be ongoing.
I down the short corridor to the apartment and then turn back to the open door. What action should I take here? There was no real discussion about Xavier and I leaving the apartment while Darcy—and Hudson—had their fun with Emery. It was just an assumption we all made when we discussed our scenes.
Gently, I guide the door closed, reducing as much of the noise as possible, then shift the food to my other hand so that I can check the time. As I expected, the scene was supposed to be over by now. Reaching into my pocket, I check my phone in case I missed a message, but there is nothing. Absolutely no indication that the scene has run over and they need more time.
When in doubt, stick to the original plan.
As quietly as I can manage, I make my way into the apartment. Almost immediately, I spy Hudson and Darcy in the farthest corner of the apartment in the area that Darcy claimed for his ropes.
Both are still shirtless, but they are holding water bottles as they stare at something—or someone—in front of them.
As quietly as I can, I put the paper to-go bag down on the kitchen counter, but it must not have been quiet enough, because Darcy turns and we make eye contact. He salutes me with his half-empty bottle of water, then indicates that I should join them.
I am not prepared for what I see.
Emery is fast asleep in the custom chair Darcy had designed, with her head tipped back against the headrest and turned to the side. She is covered in varying shades of blue and black rope, all intricately woven together, and there is drying cum covering her breasts, which feature nipples that are bright red with peaked tips.
So, he decided to use the clamps, then. It’ll be interesting to find out what her reaction was to them later tonight when we all debrief together.
I trace my gaze down her body to her thighs, which are tied so they are spread wide, and down to her pussy—fuck, is that cum dripping out of it?—which is also red and puffy, just like it was last night.
I take deep breaths because I cannot get hard right now, even though blood is very definitely rushing south. Xavier’s scene is after lunch, and I need to play a part in that. I absolutely cannot spend the next few hours hard. It will ruin Xavier’s scene.
But, fuck, this is not making it easy.
“How long has she been out?” I ask as enough cum builds at her entrance that another drip starts to form.
“Only a few minutes. I’ve taken all the photos I want, and we’ll get her untied in a minute.” He passes me his phone, and I scroll through the images.
Even in this, Darcy shows his artistic tendencies.
There are up-close photos of the knot between her breasts, covered in cum. And the knots that bind her wrists to her ankles. There’s a photo taken from near her pussy that aims up her body, all while tastefully keeping her pussy out of the actual shot. Though there are less tasteful images of her pussy, my favorite is the one with a finger inside of her, cum oozing around the digit. And another photo of her face, relaxed in her post-orgasmic state, hair a mess and cheeks rosy.
There is even a video of the first dribbles of cum slipping out.
But the final shot…fuck.
It takes a second for me to realize what I am looking at, but when I do, I lose the fight against my cock getting hard.
The camera is underneath Emery, most likely on the floor, and perfectly positioned to capture a drop of cum as it trickles out of her and starts to fall.
My pulse thuds in my ears.
“How did she go with the scene? Do you have a rope bunny on your hands?” I know what Darcy has been thinking. I’m sure we’ve all been thinking about it.
Does she fit all of us?
Is she the one we can offer a long-term contract to?
“Can’t say for sure yet. There was a moment when she struggled against the ropes, but we were able to talk her through it and she relaxed again. Never once safe worded, even though we asked. Any other fight she had in her was aimed at the predicament she was in, rather than the ropes themselves. I think, with time and practice, she will come to love them.” The hope in his voice is enough to trigger my own. “She just needs to fight before she relaxes. She was beautiful once she gave herself over.”
During my scene with her yesterday, then last night, with Hudson’s fantasy, she was perfect for someone so inexperienced with our kinks. And it sounds like she will be able to meet Darcy on his.
Giving Darcy back his phone, I clap him on the back and head toward the kitchen. If I stay in Emery’s vicinity for a moment longer, I’ll end up using what is surely my last orgasm for a while on a hand job that adds to the cum on her chest.
I need to get ahold of myself. It’s like I am a goddamn teenager again.
Murmuring from the two of them follows me as I go to put our subs in the fridge.
This girl.
She is going to be ours. I can feel it.
The only warning I get that someone else is in the kitchen with me is a slight shifting of air. Turning, I find Xavier leaning against the far side of the kitchen island, a black giftbag on the counter in front of him.
His gift.
I have no idea what it is, but he has been messaging with someone since Friday night about it.
“Do you want to go to her?” I ask quietly as I go to stand next to him.
He is silent for long enough that I wonder if I should repeat the question. “No, she needs them right now. I’ll have her soon.”
The music has changed to an a cappella singing group, and the volume is lower as Darcy starts the process of removing the ties. Hudson moves to Emery’s other side and works on the knots there. As they go, they rub and massage her limbs, especially where the knots were.
From here, I can’t see any of the details, but I have watched Darcy enough that I know his routine. This is a part of his aftercare and the way for him to help his sub reconnect to the real world. By the time he has her free and cuddled in his arms, she should have roused, if still a little floaty, as she calls it.
The thought warms my heart and puts a smile on my face.
Xavier and I watch from our place. It doesn’t take the two of them very long to get Emery free, and in the end, Hudson supports her body as Darcy undoes the chest piece.
Still shirtless, Darcy scoops Emery out of the chair, their naked forms pressed together, and carries her toward the couch. Once seated, he nestles her against his chest, and the way they both let out a huge breath is endearing. Like they needed this moment together.
Xavier and I move into action. I collect several bottles of water from the fridge and take them to the coffee table, unscrewing the lid on one for Emery when she comes back to us.
Hudson is dealing with the ropes and toys so that they aren’t as big of a mess for Darcy to deal with later, and Xavier meets me at the couch with a blanket that he gently covers Emery with. Her eyes are open but are unfocused, pupils still wide and taking over the majority of the beautiful hazel that is normally there.
She’s not quite back with us, but I can help with that.
I take a seat next to them and place her feet in my lap. There are a few red marks around her ankles, a spot on her calves, and loops around her thighs. I start my massage with her feet.
Beginning from her toes and working my way up, I keep the pressure even, but light, just enough that it feels good without distracting from wherever her mind has gone. The others start a conversation, but I pay it no mind, instead concentrating on my baby and making sure we have no sub drop incidents again.
The way she slips into subspace is still mind-blowing to me. It’s as if she belongs there, instead of here with us. Like she was made for the gray of our world.
Her foot twitches in my grasp as I press my thumb into the arch of her foot, and I dart my gaze up to her face. Our eyes connect and she looks so small, huddled up against Darcy’s chest with the blanket pulled up to her face. Her blinks are owlish, and besides a slight twitch, she makes no other movement.
I press into the arch of her foot again and am rewarded with another twitch, as well as a little furrow between her eyebrows. It’s adorable. This time, with one hand gripping her ankle firmly, I run my fingertips along the sole of her foot, nails dragging slightly. Her entire leg jerks, and she makes a squeaking noise.
Emery glares at me, so I poke out my tongue at her. Surprise flares in her eyes, and her cheeks turn rosy before she grins and buries her face into Darcy’s chest. I chuckle, heart heavy and full, and swap feet.
The conversation being held by the other three pauses, and they all focus on Emery. It’s probably a good thing she’s hidden her face away because I’m certain all this attention would have made the baby girl in her very nervous.
I desperately want to meet the brat in her. She’s peeked out a handful of times, but only briefly. I have a feeling that she’ll be just as wonderful as the baby girl, but in her own naughty way. I can’t fucking wait.
“Princess? Everything okay?” Darcy asks as he rubs her back through the blanket. His other arm shifts beneath the blanket and Emery’s feet twitch in my lap before relaxing a little farther apart.
Internally, I roll my eyes at Darcy’s behavior. But, realistically, I know that after my scene, my possessiveness was off the charts, so I can’t blame the guy.
There is a murmur from her, but I can’t make out the words.
But Darcy is onto her. “What was that?”
Emery turns her head back to facing me, but her eyes are closed, cheeks still flushed red. “Everything is still floaty. And tingly.” She adds the last bit as an afterthought.
Hudson has taken a seat on the coffee table and holds the open bottle of water out to Darcy. He stares at it for a moment, and then with a sigh, he pulls his arm out from beneath the blanket, two fingers clearly glistening with wetness. Accepting the bottle of water, he encourages Emery to sit up a little straighter so that he can help her drink without making a mess.
A delicate hand appears, and she takes the bottle, attempting to sip from it, but Darcy doesn’t remove the bottle until he is happy with the amount of water she’s had. She pouts at him after, and it’s adorable as fuck. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she pretends to ignore him as she snuggles back into him.
Another tiny peek at the brat.
I have to look away and end up finding Hudson struggling to hide his smile as well. Emery should know the drill by now. It’s not like we haven’t made her drink an entire bottle of water after every scene. Which is usually followed by snacks or a meal. And usually a nap.
When the bottle is back on the coffee table and everyone is resettled, I restart my massage and begin the check-in with her. “How did you find your scene with Darcy?”
Her eyes have drifted closed again, and a smile forms on lips. “It was amazing.”
It’s only because I’m watching Emery so closely that I notice the enormous breath Darcy releases. I glance up at him and can see the relief and happiness written all over his face as he stares down at the girl in his arms.
“And the ropes, princess? How were they? Do you think you would like to try them again?”
She frowns for just a moment, then shakes her head. “No.”
Darcy stiffens, his confused gaze shooting to mine. But Emery continues talking, oblivious to the sudden pain she has caused him. Well, all of us, really. Because if the ropes are a no for her, then she is a no for all of us.
“I don’t think I want anyone else to tie me up like that. It was…it was so amazing once I just let go. The ropes, they held me, they helped me to be good for Daddy Darcy and Daddy Hudson. I felt so safe and secure. I don’t think I could trust anyone else like that.” Her words tumble out of her, like a stream of consciousness, but one thing catches my attention.
“Anyone else? Why would anyone else be tying you up, baby?” My heart beats rapidly in my chest.
“You know, when this weekend is over? I don’t think I could do that with anyone else. Just Daddy Darcy. I trust him. But we only have this weekend. So, no one else.”
It’s hard to get my next question out past the tightness in my throat, but I manage it, knowing we all need the answer. “And if Daddy Darcy wants to tie you up again, would that be okay with you?”
Eyes still closed, her smile turns dreamy again. “Yeah.”
“What about if I want to use you as my fuck toy again?” Hudson asks, voice husky. “Share you with my friends? Play with you in public?”
She cracks one eye open and peers at Hudson. “Even when the weekend is over?”
He doesn’t answer her, just stares, waiting for her reply.
Emery snuggles deeply into her blanket and closes her eye again. “Yeah.”
“Baby…” I start, but I can’t ask.
Emery’s eyelids flutter open, and she stares directly at me, more alert now. “Daddy…” Then she nods, slowly at first, confusion clouding her beautiful eyes because she is clearly starting to understand that we’re asking about beyond the weekend. “But—"
“How about you go take a shower,” I say, cutting her off, my heart thudding in my chest with nerves.
We aren’t ready to have this conversation. Xavier still needs his scene with her, and it will be the most challenging one by far, even though it is relatively tame for him. For Emery, this will push her fear to the limit, something he thrives off of.
If she loves it as much as she has loved our other scenes, only then can we have this conversation.
Hudson stands and holds out his arms to Emery. “Come on, kitten. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can cuddle for as long as you like.”
Darcy shifts forward as Hudson lifts her into his arms, blanket and all. Then the three of them walk toward the bedroom, disappearing from view when the door clicks shut. I turn to face the far corner of the sectional, where Xavier sits quietly. I’m not even sure Emery saw him sitting there, since her back was to him.
For the briefest moment, so quick I’m wondering if I imagined it, I swear I see longing.
Fuck, I hope she enjoys her scene with him. Otherwise, this very delicate bubble of hope that has started to form among the four of us is going to shatter, and I’m not sure we will be able to come back from that.