Page 101 of Brat Baby
Fuck.
“Well, it’s true. I don’t fuck students. Ever.”
“You fucked me.”
“That was before I knew you were a student.”
Silence.
“Why didn’t you ask? I’m eighteen, living in an area that is basically surrounded by three colleges.”
The wind is completely knocked out of me by her question. There are very few questions that I won’t answer for her, and this…this is definitely one of them.
So, I don’t. I keep my mouth firmly shut. I don’t throw Xavier under the bus. I don’t save myself.
She huffs out a breath and looks away before turning back to look at me, renewed determination on her face. “So, what? I’m just supposed to walk away from all of you? Go and date someone more age appropriate?”
I don’t manage to hold in my flinch, and she clocks it, a sly smile spreading across her face.
“Should I date a boy my own age? Someone who isn’t a teacher. His age will probably mean he doesn’t know his way around my body as well as you though, right? That’s okay, Iguess. I can teach him. What about a jock? Maybe even hockey player?”
I will myself to show no reaction, but from the way my jaw aches, I know I’m unsuccessful.
That gorgeous fucking mouth continues to spout words that repulse me.
“Being a hockey player means he probably gets a lot of pussy, so maybe he will know a thing or two. But that could also make him lazy, as well. Hmmm…” She taps her finger against her chin. “The only hockey player I know is Will. You know him, right? He sits behind me in your class.”
Yes, I fucking know him.
There is a growl in my head, but when a dark delight lights up Emery’s features, I realize it wasn’t only in my head.
“We have each other’s numbers now. How long do you think it will be before he asks me out on a date or just to fuck around? Do you think he’ll want me on my knees for him?”
“Emery,” I growl out, unable to clear the image of her kneeling for that fucking child. “Stop.”
“Oh, I know! He could bend me over in the locker room, then share me with his entire team.”
She has the audacity to clap her fucking hands together like she is actually interested in the things she is saying.
“And it would all be okay because they aren’t teachers at NU and they are my own age! It’s perfect, right?” She looks me squarely in the eyes as she says it. “Right, Daddy? That’s what you are telling me I should want, isn’t it?”
A white-hot line of pain pierces my temple as I glare back at her.
“Imagine all those dicks filling my pussy. Will standing by as he watches over the whole thing. Oh my god, do you think he could use a flogger? Just thinking about him holding one is so fucking hot.”
The room shifts away from me.
“Your mouth is fucking filthy.” I hear my voice from outside my body, which is suddenly very hot, and my clothes feel too tight. “Naughty girl.”
“If Will doesn’t know how to use a flogger, could you teach him for me?” She continues on as if she hasn’t heard me.
White-hot rage shoots through my veins and my blood pounds in my ears.
Could I teach him for her? Could I fucking teach him for her?
Slowly, I stand, and so does Emery, fear creeping in around that bratty fucking attitude she’s wearing like a suit of armor at the very clear change in me.
Well, it’s too fucking late for that now. She pushed and pushed and pushed, and the lock on the cage has finally snapped.
