Page 65 of Sugar Baby
I frown. This is so confusing. It’s never been like this before. The only way I’ll get answers is to ask the question. “I don’t get it. Why would you want to comfort me after fucking me? Isn’t the point of paying me so that you don’t have to comfort me? I’m not a girlfriend.”
There is a lot of silence in the room.
I probably should have phrased that better.
Derek frowns and looks down at the carpet, a muscle ticking in his temple.
Darcy straightens against the table. “He means cuddling, princess.”
“And tending to any wounds, if there are any,” Hudson adds from beside him.
My eyes widen, and I jerk around to stare at Xavier, my hand rushing up to my lip, my mind focusing on thewoundsportion of the explanation.
Silently, he reaches up and moves my fingers away before he touches my lip himself. He pulls the skin and seems satisfied with what he sees. “No more blood.”
Suddenly, I remember his whispered words:I wish I brought my knives.
Heat flashes through my body, and he smirks at me, as if he knows what I’m thinking.
“We think that, in future scenes, we’ll need to provide you with a lot more time and attention.”
Derek’s words capture my attention like a dealer’s ears hearing a corner kid scream, “Po-po.”
“Future scenes?” Had I gotten this wrong? Was this more than one night?
“Yes, but let me ask you a few things first,” Derek replies as he readjusts on the couch. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
Memories of the two orgasms I had tonight, and how I shamelessly begged over and over again to come, flood my mind. Once again, embarrassment threatens to swallow me whole, but I shove that shit down. With as little emotion showing on my face as possible, I nod.
“Was there anything you didn’t like or wouldn’t be willing to do again?”
A bubble of disappointment inflates in my stomach when I don’t get reprimanded for not addressing him correctly. I shake my head. “No, I enjoyed all of it.”
Which is still fucking weird.
Why did the pain feel so good?
“You got a taste of a few of our kinks tonight. Would you be interested in exploring them further?”
My damned heart is back to lurching all over the place again. This conversation is going in a very particular direction, and I’m not a fucking idiot.
Are they really asking what I think they are?
And why does the idea of more time with them make my heart calm and soar at the same time?
“It would depend on what that would look like,” I reply, trying to keep my calm, but holy shit, I’m losing it on the inside.
Derek doesn’t hold back when he rattles off a list of terms similar to the ones in their invitation. “Group sex, free use, fisting, medical play, orgasm control, vibrators, spanking, paddling, flogging, restraints—hard and soft—shibari, double penetration.”
I hold my hand up. “Anal is off the table.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I cock one right back.
His lips quirk as he holds back a smile, like I’m fucking cute or some shit. “Fair enough.”
Whatever.
“What’s medical play?” Everything else, I already know or looked up on Urban Dictionary.