Page 85 of Brat Baby
Now I just need to figure out how to get Derek to want me again. As much as having three out of the four makes me fucking happy, like, really fucking happy, not having all four is not an option.
Seeing the three of them without him there would be a massive reminder that Daddy is missing. I won’t accept anything less than all four. And I also will not be the reason that there is any strain on their friendship. They come as a set or not at all.
Snickering at my own pun, I take a bite out of the breakfast wrap and moan out loud. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a smoky sauce. This is fucking delicious. I check the logo on the packaging—not Grinder. The Happy Friends Café.
Huh, I’ll have to look it up later.
Chewing, I redirect my brain to the plan.
Winning Xavier back didn’t really take any effort on my part. I have a feeling he’ll never let me go. The bastard is probably going to follow me into the grave.
Darcy was all pure luck. If Oaks hadn’t thought she’d seen Xavier and tried to follow him, we never would have found out about the life art model job. And him losing himself to his art, while I’d lain there, posed to his liking so that he could draw every line of my body? Damn, I couldn’t have come up with a better plan. Once he gave in to his need for me, there was no dialing it back.
And with Hudson, I simply turned the tables on him and used his kink for semi-public, free-use sex against him. Not that he was that simple of a man, but the back and forth of caring and ice prince told me that he was conflicted enough that I only had to push the right buttons to get him cave.
He doesn’t ever have to know that I turned those buttons into my own personal game of whack-a-mole.
Everything is falling into place. I just need to figure out what will break Derek’s resolve. Could I use the same technique that I used on Hudson, on Derek? Would uno-reversing his kink on him be enough to get him there?
The only time I get with him each week is in class. Which instantly rules out impact play—it’s not like I can ask him to spank me in front of our entire class.
He is an absolute control freak when it comes to the bedroom. So, maybe I need to make him feel out of control. But the question is, how?
I take a sip of the hot chocolate and another bite of the wrap, not really tasting either, as ideas turn over in my head.
Talking to him in class has only gotten me so far. I’ve tried being the super polite student and then the annoyingly interruptive brat, but besides the clenching of his jaw, he barely gives me a reaction.
I need to find a way to tease him. To push him right to the edge without having to get close to him or talk to him, all while sitting among a roomful of other students.
Then it hits me. Derek isn’t just into control and impact play. A memory from that first night, of him sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom while his three friends fucked and overstretched my pussy, shoots through me and lights a small spark of heat in my core.
He loves to watch.
His gaze was dark and hungry, like he was holding back while his friends took their turn. Waiting to eat me like I was his last meal.
Well, maybe I need to show him what he’s missing out on. What he could have every day of the week if he would freaking talk to me.
But the question is, how? How am I going to give him a show in a classroom full of people? I can’t exactly carry the Sybian into class, even if I had the time to go and get it this morning.
And I don’t have any sex toys…
Actually…wait. Yes, I do.
Jumping up, I go to my bedside table, open the top drawer, then shove all the panties to the side until I locate the little piece of U-shaped purple silicone.
Holding Hudson’s phone-controlled toy that they basically tortured me with at Lizzote’s and on the car ride home, I know exactly what I’m going to do.
I hike up my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs before rubbing the wider side of the toy against my pussy. After a few glides over my entrance, it slips inside of me, and I wince a little, the whole thing feeling a bit uncomfortable, which I attribute to my current lack of horniness.
But I will be horny soon, with how the little ribbed piece that is pressed against my clit is already bringing the heat as I move it around, trying to get it in a better position. As I take a seat on the edge of my bed, the internal arm rubs a spot inside of me that makes me want to press my thighs together, and I have to suppress a shiver.
Pushing my panties all the way down to my ankles, I drop a pillow onto the floor between my feet and prop my phone on it so that it’s aimed up at the purple silicone. I set the timer, scoot forward so that I’m fully on display, then start the timer, quickly leaning back until my face is out of the shot, with my pelvis curled like I’m grinding into the toy.
When I’m sure the photo has been taken, I pick up the phone and check the image.
Perfect.
I open the group text thread and type out a quick message.
