Page 24 of Brat Baby
My gaze darts around, looking for someone, anyone, to help me, but I’m fucking alone with this asshole. Great, I can see the headlines in tomorrow’s newspapers:
Female freshman, assaulted and murdered after walking home alone at nine p.m.
Drunk female college student, assaulted on campus while hoarding food.
Scantily dressed woman left for dead by college dorm.
I try to fucking breathe, I really do, but holy shit, it’s like I my lungs are filled with cement. They refuse to inflate. My fingers ache around the handles of the takeout bags, and I have no idea how I’m still holding on to them.
The nose moves, drawing a line up to my ear, before releasing a noisy exhale.
“You kept me waiting, little dove. I told you that you wouldn’t enjoy the consequences. I hope your dinner plans were worth it.”
Xavier.
I try to turn to face him, but his grip on my face tightens, as does the pressure of the hard thing he is pressing into my back. “No.”
My heart yo-yos once again. The backs of my eyes burn. He is so fucking close. He applies even more pressure to my back, forcing me to walk forward and off the path into a gap between the shrubs and trees that line the building.
The second we are behind the greenery, it becomes even darker, and I stumble. Xavier grunts but doesn’t help me, continuing forward until I’m a couple of feet from the building. He pulls my face forward until I’m bent over and my forehead is pressed into the rough, cold brick of the building, making my ass stick out.
“Don’t move,” he growls into my ear as he releases my mouth. “You have already ruined my evening. Don’t make me ruin yours.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whisper, tears clogging my throat. Joke’s on him, because it is definitely ruined now. Fuck. How did I forget to send him pictures tonight? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. All I’d wanted to do was be good for them, and I already fucked it up on the first day.
Now Xavier is here and I’m in trouble.
Whatever is pressing into my back disappears, and then my skirt is raised and tucked into the top of my pink lace thong, because, yes, I did wear some of the lingerie I bought on Friday, in case the evening with Darcy went in the direction I wanted it to.
I stare down at the darkened ground, shame flooding my system as a light turns on and is presumably aimed directly at my ass. Xavier shifts behind me, and I am fairly certain he is now hunkered down so that his face is in line with ass. My arms still strain under my bags of food, hanging awkwardly from my shoulders as I bite my lip so that it doesn’t tremble.
His hands grab both of my ass cheeks, giving a firm squeeze before he slides his finger beneath the strip that dips into my ass and slowly runs his finger all the way down to my pussy, removing it from its snug space. He shifts the entire thing to the side, leaving me completely exposed to his face.
A hand cups over my cheek and the fabric, holding it in place before his thumb unceremoniously slips into my pussy.
I gasp at the intrusion but do as I’m told and don’t move a fucking muscle. To my absolute shock, I am completely turned on right now. There was very little resistance from my body, and it’s taking everything I have to remain perfectly fucking still and not rock on his hand.
With his other hand, Xavier examines the marks he left behind, fingers tracing over the letters—M. I. N. E.
A shiver shimmies down my spine, and I whimper. “Please.”
There is a sharp sting on my ass as a quiet clap echoes between us, a spank right over the mark, making it ache the perfect amount. “You’ve been looking after my mark.”
I suck in several sharp breaths to combat the fire that spikes through me. “It’s starting to heal.” Even I can hear the petulant sound in my voice.
He doesn’t respond to my unasked request for another mark. But what he does say shocks the fuck out of me. “I’m going to eat this asshole now. Do not interrupt me unless absolutely fucking necessary. Use your safe word. Remember, don’t fucking move.”
I—what?
But my confusion evaporates as his hot, wet mouth literally closes over my asshole. He licks and sucks, teeth grazing a little as he is true to his word and eats my hole.
The grip he has on my other ass cheek changes. The thumb remains in my pussy, but he twists his hand until it is between my legs and he is able to use his fingers to play with my clit.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, thighs trembling and core clenching at all the goddamn sensations assaulting me.
His tongue is…urgh. Oh my god, it feels weird… and good. So fucking good. His stubble scratches at my cheeks, and his thumb and fingers are timed with his mouth, everything pushing and pulling.
I could swear I’m burning from the inside out. All my focus is on his mouth and how fucking amazing it feels to have my assgetting tongued. What the fuck even is this? How does it feel so good?
