Page 58 of Brat Baby
That’s the only warning I get before he stands and I have to find a way to make my legs work. The threat of being dropped goes a long way, and I wrap both my legs and arms around him while leaving him to take most of my weight.
He carries me around his easel, and then I am being lowered back onto the couch. Everything is still a little foggy, so it takes a minute to realize that he is using the fabric to tie a knot around my knee.
With a gentleness that barely disturbs me, he raises my head and feeds the fabric behind my neck, his tattooed forearm tensing and shifting, pulling until my knee draws up to my hip. The fabric then goes around the column of my neck a single time before the rest of it is secured to my opposite wrist. He sits back to admire his handiwork, and I automatically reach for him.
As I do, the fabric constricts around my throat, making it hard to breathe. I automatically raise my knee closer to my chest to reduce the pressure, but that only spreads my legs wide for him. The satisfaction that fills him at watching understanding dawn on me oozes from him. The tense lines that had been holding his shoulders so stiffly settle, and a cruel smile forms on his lips.
Without breaking his gaze on my stretched-open pussy, he reaches for his pants, working them open until his dick is out, hard and ready.
“Darcy,” I whisper, reaching out to him and not caring that my ability to breathe is being cut off. I’d suffocate for this man. Hecould steal every last bit of air from my lungs, and I would be happy about it.
His gaze snaps up from my pussy to my face, expression thunderous. “Don’t call me that. I am not Darcy to you.”
My eyes widening, I swallow and stutter out an apology. “S-sorry, Daddy.”
His eyes remain dark, but then he leans down over me, cupping the back of my knee and helping to support it for me. His dick rubs against my entrance, not quite entering as he presses his cheek into mine.
“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. I’ve missed you so fucking much. I’ve missed having you cuddled up to me,” he whispers into my ear before adjusting his hips and then sinking his dick into me until it hurts.
I gasp at the fullness, but he doesn’t stop muttering.
“I’ve missed this fucking pussy, the way it flutters around my cock. I’ve missed the way you squeeze tight around me, almost milking me dry.”
He pulls out, then thrusts back in hard enough that I shift in his arms. “I’ve missed your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I’ve been waking up so hard for you every morning. Dreams of you on your knees, throat bulging as I fuck into your mouth, eyes streaming with tears as you take all of me. Will you let me do that, princess? Stuff your throat so full that you can’t swallow for days?”
“Yes,” I moan, wrapping both arms around his neck. He pushes up, using one hand by my head to support him while the other raises my knee even higher.
His shirt billows between the two of us, the fact that I’m completely naked, and he only has his dick out enough to be inside me, somehow making this whole thing even hotter.
Darcy’s hips snap in and out, the rhythm brutal, but with a little extra grind that rubs against my clit. I am hot and coldeverywhere. A halo from the studio light has formed around Darcy’s head, his hair falling down either side of his face, making him look even more like my Angel.
That cruel smile returns.
The hold he has on my knee changes from a push to a pull, and he slowly starts to drag my leg back down, tightening the fabric around my neck. At first, it’s okay, but then I feel a spike of fear as my next inhale is a struggle.
I go to let go of him, but he adjusts, sitting up on his knees, and grabs my wrist, now applying pressure to both limbs. My other arm is free, and I grip his wrist, all while his punishing thrusts continue.
My pulse pounds in my head and I can hear the wheeze of my inhale. He doesn’t stop smiling as my face goes red and the edges of my vision start to darken.
“Daddy, please,” I gasp out, not sure what I’m begging for. My pussy is so wet, the sounds from between us obscene.
“Are you going to come on my cock, princess? Going to milk me dry as you pass out? Going to let that pussy flutter and get all sloppy, ready for my cum to fill you? I’m going to slip your panties back on while you are passed out so that you can take it back to your dorm with you. Feel them get wetter and wetter with every step you take away from me. Because you know what, princess? I’m done fighting for this. You are fucking mine. Mine. I’m not letting you go.”
His words are punctuated with thrusts, both the heat and my heart rising with every single one.
He gives a final tug on my wrist and knee, and for just a second, I truly cannot breathe at all. But then I am released and my clit is pinched, sparking lightning from my core and out through the rest of my body. My orgasm crashes over me, leaving me boneless and untethered.
“Good girl, princess. Good girl, fuck. Mine. You are fucking mine.”
Those are the last words I hear as the darkness takes me over the edge.
Chapter 32
Emery
Tickling beneath my eye and over the bridge of my nose gently pulls me back toward the surface, the sensation forming a lazy lap of a triangle, again and again.
A smile tugs at my lips, but I keep my eyes closed.
