Page 32 of Sugar Baby
Did she fall out of the scene?
Will she leave?
Is being confronted with the four men who she has been teasing all day, through the safety of her screen, too much for her in reality?
But then she nods, her features softening as she slips back into her role.
Wanting to reward her for sticking with us, I step closer, drawing her back to my chest with my hands on her hips. She rests against me, and I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Do you remember what good girls get?”
She shivers in my arms, and I can’t help but press my hard-as-steel cock against her ass.
“Rewards,” she replies in a whispery voice.
My friends move about the room, taking seats wherever they can, as I take control of our baby girl. Tonight isn’t about any one of us getting our specific kinks met; it’s more about the group play with a baby girl. I don’t even begin to let myself imagine Emmy restrained and helpless, begging for release, as my friends take her over and over again as I sit back and watch.
No.
Tonight is about mutual, mostly vanilla, satisfaction for all.
Nothing more.
Maybe a little more. We’ll see where the night takes us.
“What would you like your reward to be for coloring us such a perfect kitten?”
I keep my words low and trail one hand down over her hip, my fingertips spanning from her belly button, to the bare skin of the opposite thigh, and to just above the apex of her thighs. She sucks in a breath, and I move my other hand in the opposite direction, gliding it over the satin of the bow, over the swell of her breasts, until I can cup the base of her throat.
“A kiss,” she replies breathlessly, tilting her head back as she instinctively tries to avoid the threat.
I tighten my hand enough that the erratic fluttering of her pulse fills my palm. “From who?”
“From all of you.”
I breathe in the scent of her, pressing my face into the side of her neck. She smells clean, freshly washed, but free of chemicals. No perfume or overpowering body wash. There is a hint of something else, something I’m sure is just her.
No overdone makeup to hide her blue eyes from us. No overpowering perfume to increase her age.
And I fucking love that she has kept everything simple.
The attention to detail is perfect.
I turn us both and point her in the direction of Darcy, who has propped himself against the edge of the table. “Whatever my baby asks for, my baby gets.”
Then I take a seat next to Xavier on the couch and get ready for my show.
Chapter 14
Emery
The warmth of his body leaves my back, and I’m left standing in the middle of the room, facing a gorgeous man. Slowly, I glance at each of the other men and fight the urge to fidget under their intense stares.
Nerves flood my system at being the center of so much alpha male attention. It’s a stark contrast to the relief I was feelingonly a minute ago, when my first glimpse of them confirmed that they are the men in the photos. The difference between the faces in the photos and the faces in this room is the look of hunger they’re all wearing.
I’ve seen that look enough times to know that these men are going to use my body for their own needs, and I’m fine with that. It’s why I’m here. And even if they cheat me out of the remaining money, I’m still five grand richer than I was, and that’s way more money than Tray ever gave me. If he gave any at all.
The man I now face screams tortured artist and my soul aches, like it’s found a match for the pain that surrounds it every time I look at a pencil. His long brown hair has natural highlights and is pulled up and away in a stylishly messy bun, which only draws attention to the way his dark blue eyes burn for me. Watch me. Wait for me.