Page 66 of Sugar Baby
Derek, Hudson, and Darcy look at Xavier.
I feel him shift beneath me, and then I feel him whisper more than I hear him. “I want to make you bleed for me. Pierce this virgin flesh, over and over, until the pain turns to pleasure and I can leave my mark on you. Eventually.”
My mouth drops open, and I swivel my head to look at him.
My pussy throbs, the sudden flood of pleasure not mixing all that well with how swollen I’m just now realizing I am.
“We aren’t going to put pressure on you to answer right now, but we would like to send you another invitation. It’s up to you whether you decide to accept it or not. You can walk away right now and never see us again. Or you can accept the invitation and do some more exploring with us.”
Swallowing, I break eye contact with Xavier and turn back to Derek. Having no idea what the fuck to say, I nod.
There is a gentleness to Derek’s eyes that I haven’t seen before.
“It is completely up to you, Emmy. There is no pressure.”
A knot loosens inside of me. “Yeah, okay.”
I pull my hands free of Derek’s grasp and glance around. “Ah, I should probably go now, right?”
Hudson smiles at me. “There’s no rush, but if you would like to leave, one of us will walk down and put you in your car.”
“Ah, I actually caught a cab here.”
Hudson nods. “A cab, then.”
I wiggle in Xavier’s arms, and just when I think he isn’t going to let me go, his arms slip from around me.
Getting my feet onto the floor, I stand up with the knowledge that the four of them are watching my every move.
Wanting to seem confident and sure in my actions, I walk over to my bag and grip the strap that is still attached to the bag on its own. The men seem to be having a silent conversation before Xavier pushes to stand and walks toward me.
He saunters over and opens the door, reaching out his other hand for me. I take it, but before he can pull me through the door, I look back one last time.
My throat tightens as I take in each of them.
Derek has stood, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches me leave.
Darcy stands by his side and has his arms folded over his chest, a portion of his bare chest on display.
Hudson is still seated, but he has turned around and propped his arm up along the back of his chair.
He gives me a small smile, and somehow, it makes my heart hurt.
The entire time, Xavier waits for me patiently. I take a breath so deep, my ribs hurt, then I turn on my heel and walk out. The doorsnicksshut behind us.
Silence surrounds us as we walk down the corridor and wait for the elevator. It continues as we go down and for the walk across the lobby and out onto the streets of Chicago.
Not once does Xavier let go of my hand. Even with all the odd looks we are getting, since he is in his trousers and dress shirt, and I’m in flip-flops, sweats, and a tee.
Somehow, he manages to get a cab right away. As soon as it comes to a stop, Xavier pulls the back passenger door open. Before I can step into the car, he tugs on my hand, bringing me to a stop.
I turn to ask him what’s wrong, but the words remain trapped in my mouth when he crashes his lips on mine. His tongue surges into my mouth, and I rise up on my tiptoes, sucked into the vortex that he is creating.
Then his teeth graze over the tiny cut, and I moan as he pays it particular attention. A sting reignites as he sucks on my lip, causing my pussy to flutter like it has another orgasm locked and loaded.
Holy fuck.
Xavier pulls back and stares into my eyes as he strokes my cheek with his thumb. Eventually, he steps away and gestures for me to enter the cab. I do so in a daze.