Page 25 of Brat Baby
I said no anal, but is this anal? Anal is a hard limit in our contract, right? I can’t remember now. Was it just penetration? Fuck, who gives a fuck? This feels… it’s almost as good as when Hudson and Derek ate my pussy on that first night.
My entire body burns, streaks of heat from my core turning to flares that flow everywhere, all of them slowly contracting as I get closer and closer to the edge.
“Daddy, can I come?” I beg on a moan, because fuck, if he doesn’t stop, there is no way I can hold it back.
He doesn’t respond while continuing to rub my clit and lick my ass. Oh fuck, did his tongue just go inside me?
“Oh shit,” I whisper as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hold back. “Please, I need to come.”
Xavier still says nothing, instead sucking on my asshole, then thrusting his tongue back in.
A particularly firm rub of his fingers over my clit is the last straw. I can’t hold it back and let out a long, drawn-out moan that I try to keep quiet as my pussy and ass spasm around his finger and tongue.
He continues to lazily thrust in and out of my pussy and to lap at my ass as I ride out my orgasm.
My lungs burn with every breath, and I cry out a little as he removes himself. I stay as he left me, willing my blood to start cycling through my body again so the tingling that has taken over my arms and legs will disappear and I can move.
There is a click and then a near silentschingbefore I feel cool steel against my hip. The bite of something sharp is a threat away as the steel slides beneath the waistband of the pink lace. A short, sharp yank tightens the elastic before it goes very loose and a strip of fabric flutters around my thighs.
I know what he is doing, but I don’t have the energy or will to fight it. I want him to take my panties. I want him to take whatever he wants from me.
He gives the other side the same treatment.
His fingers graze over the crotch before the fabric is taken away. My skirt remains up as he presses his hard, jean-covered cock into my exposed pussy and ass and leans forward.
“Send me my photos on time. If you are late again, the next inspection will be much less private.” He lowers my skirt before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the skin on my shoulder. “If you are good for me, the next time we play in the apartment, I’ll leave a new mark.”
Chapter 14
Emery
As I take my seat in Derek’s lecture room, I’m still mentally locked in my encounter with Xavier last night.
He ate my ass. And I liked it. I really fucking liked it.
That piece of knowledge has been a gentle hum just below my skin all night and morning. Even when I finally managed to walk into the apartment, panty-less and my own cum coating mythighs, ass cheeks still slippery with Xavier’s saliva, I was still visualizing everything he had done to me.
Thankfully, Oakley was already in her room while I did my best imitation of a zombie packing away the containers of food into the fridge. My shower was also extra long.
After waking up ridiculously early and being unable to go back to sleep, I made the decision to hit the dining hall for breakfast and go to class early. But not before taking a photo of my ass and sending it to Xavier. I absolutely did not need a public inspection.
My head was so up in the clouds all through breakfast that it wasn’t until I double-checked where I was supposed to be going that it dawned on me I would be seeing Derek today. Which was a good thing, because that realization only left me internally panicking for twenty minutes, rather than all morning.
Now, I’m the first person in his room. It’s odd. The room, that is. Sound does not echo, at all. And come to think of it, Derek’s voice was incredibly loud during the first class. Maybe he used a mic?
My chest squeezes when the door opens, but only students enter. Nerves race up and down my arms, so I give both hands a shake, trying to dispel the currents of electricity zapping up and down my forearms.
I can do this. I can sit through another class of being ignored. Besides, I’ll be able to hide behind my laptop today. Because, like a good girl, I’ve brought it with me. That thought propels me into action, and I reach down for my bag and quickly take out the laptop.
Does a piece of me want him to see that I followed the instructions from the note? Yes. Am I also hoping he’ll acknowledge that I’ve been good for him? Also, yes. But… what if he wasn’t the one who bought the computer? What if it was Hudson?
Even worse, what if Derek really does ignore me? Today we should be moving into actual content, so there’ll be questions. He’ll have to call on people, won’t he? I’ll just have to make sure I have the answers. And if I don’t, I’ll study extra hard over the weekend and be super prepared for Monday’s class.
After logging on to my laptop and opening the app I added all of Monday’s notes to, I scan the room and am a little surprised that it’s almost full. My butt is planted in the exact same seat from Monday, so all the predictable gaps remain.
My heart trips over itself when the doors open and suddenly Derek is there, followed by his TA. They are having a conversation as Derek points to a paper in his hand, and Justin nods before replying to him.
Greedily, I take Derek in. Today he is in all charcoal, except for his tie, which is a deep purple satin. It suits him, making his features sharper somehow, the dark tones creating a shadow that follows him around.
