Page 37 of Sugar Baby

This is the last time that I will ever whore myself out for cash.

Chapter 15

Darcy

My cock is rock fucking hard as I focus all of my attention on the way Derek’s fingers are pumping beneath our sweet Emmy’s ass. Her hips rock, and I catch the moans and gasps over the quietly playing music video.

Has he pushed her lingerie to the side and slid his fingers in? Or does little Emmy have a naughty surprise for us?

My attention snaps up to Derek’s face, his hardened eyes staring at her. “Now.”

I study Emmy as she takes a breath and then rises up off her knees with a quiet, “Yes, Daddy.”

Derek, the fucker, keeps his fingers exactly where they are, and even from here, in the low lighting, I can see the wetness that coats the two digits as Emmy pulls herself clear and stands above him. I didn’t think my cock could get any fucking harder, but I’m wrong—if I don’t get my pants off soon, I’ll be surprised if there isn’t an indentation of a zipper running the length of it.

Emmy turns and repositions herself to sit with her back against his chest. Her knees are pressed together and her eyes are closed, like she is bracing herself. Derek whispers something in her ear, and she gives a single head nod, eyes still closed.

His hands slide down the outside of her thighs until he has to lean forward slightly to cup the backs of her knees. He pulls them up toward her chest, her lower legs continuing to obscure whatever it is that he wants us to see.

But I’m starting to suspect I know what little miss Emmy has to show us.

And if I’m right, then I’ve seriously underestimated this girl.

Derek looks at the three of us as Emmy relaxes back into his hold, seemingly giving herself up to her fate. “Gentlemen, our little baby girl apparently has a very naughty side, and now she has something to show you all.”

Her hands fly up to grip his forearms as he parts her thighs. At first, all we see is the black lace one-piece with a dark seam down the center. But then the seam parts, and my mouth fills with saliva.

Pretty. Pink. Smooth.

It’s the cutest fucking pussy I have ever seen, and I’m already envisioning what it will look like with my ropes splitting her lips. But what color? Black? Pink? Blue?

I’m so lost in my mental imagery that I miss the start of what Derek is saying.

“... naughty little surprise for us. What do you think?”

I’m the only one with a direct view of the wet, pink flesh. Hudson gets up and walks past me to the far side of the coffee table and drags it toward the TV, opening up the space in front of Derek. Both he and Xavier then use it as a seat so that they can get a good look as they inspect what we’ve all paid for.

“It’s pretty,” Hudson says as he reaches forward and runs a finger right down the center, slipping in to the first knuckle before pulling away. He withdraws his hand and then rubs his index finger with his thumb, inspecting the way her moistness lubricates his fingers. “Wet. Smooth. Probably one of the prettiest pussies I have ever seen. I’m looking forward to burying myself in it. It looks tight.”

Emmy’s breasts are all but heaving at the way Hudson is casually describing her most intimate place, and it draws my eye to the giant bow that adorns her chest. As she breathes, I catch glimpses of skin beneath the bow, and I start to wonder if the easy access slit isn’t the only naughty surprise Emmy is hiding from us.

I glance at Xavier, who is stoic as always, keeping everything buried deeply. The man rarely gives anything away when he isn’t in a scene; that personality trait is magnified when he has a play partner fully immersed in subspace. It’s highly unlikely that he is going to get his kink-itch scratched tonight. Well, except for that little bite earlier.

The rest of us should be able to get enough of a taste that it holds the demons at bay.

I’m starting to form a plan to get what I need from this baby girl. To see her all tied up while she begs for her daddy to fill her.

Yeah, I’m definitely going to make that happen for myself tonight.

“Open your eyes, princess,” I call out, adjusting myself to make sure my pants don’t do any actual damage to my cock.

Emmy swallows, and with her knees pinned open and spread wide, she slowly lets those long-as-fuck lashes open. Her hazel eyes dart between Hudson, who is rubbing his finger and thumb together beneath his nose, and Xavier, who hasn’t taken his eyes off that sweet, sweet pussy.

Then she finally looks at me, and I raise my chin. “What’s your color?”

Her answer is immediate, if somewhat breathless. “Green.”

There is a subtle shift amongst my friends. We’ve all gotten so caught up in the scene that Emmy has so beautifully orchestrated for us, that we didn’t stop to check in. But now that it’s done . . .