Page 65 of Brat Baby
I shoot upright, pizza in one hand and phone in the other. How the hell did I forget about that? Turning on the spot, I deeply regret not turning on more lights. Well, that must be remedied. ASAP.
Dropping the partially eaten piece of cheesy goodness back into the box, I double-time it over to the light switches and flick them all on. The sudden onslaught of light is a little overwhelming, but I blink through it as I start making my way through all the kinky furniture on the sex dungeon side of the apartment.
I make my way past the medical table, pillory, spanking bench, and other furniture that I still need to research, but no box. Derek’s Wall of Torture is almost a distraction, but that’s when I spot the box over by Darcy’s rainbow wall.
His ropes look exactly as they were last week, including having the blue and black ropes back in place. Which almost sends me down a rabbit hole of wondering what the cleaning process is for the ropes, but I stay focused on my mission.
Turning from the wall, I find my treasure. Right now, in the very center of Darcy’s space, is a decently sized, plain brown shipping box. It’s easily two feet by two feet, and at least one foot high.
I nudge the box with my foot, and it barely budges. Okay, so whatever is in the box is heavy. Using my phone, I take a photo of the box and start to send it to Darcy, but then another idea occurs to me.
Swapping over to the group message thread, I send the image there. Then I send a little message as well, because I can.
Me:*smirking face* This is me not asking for permission to open this.
Chapter 35
Xavier
Emmy’s sleeping body barely rumples the blankets on our massive bed. She’s fucking tiny, fragile. Just like a little dove. The urge to crush her—to break her into a million tiny pieces so that I can fill all the dark and broken parts of me with her—is fucking with my brain.
Sleeping by her side every night is the only thing keeping me from burning everything down. She’s mine. Giving her up is not an option. But she is also theirs. I give even fewer fucks about my job at NU now than I did two weeks ago.
Darcy has finally figured it out.
There is no point in living if we can’t have her.
A quiet murmur of noise comes from the blankets as Emmy adjusts her position, rolling onto her back, one arm flung out across her pillow, those fuckable lips slightly parted.
The only downside to spending every night in her bed, and her completely unaware that I am there, is that I leave every morning with the worst case of blue balls. All I want to do is sink into her wet heat, to feel her shocked little gasps against my lips, to wrap my hands around her throat just as she comes all over my cock.
But I don’t. I haven’t. I can’t. Not yet.
She doesn’t know.
Not until she knows that I am with her, always, will I take the privilege of having that wet cunt clamping down on my cock again. She needs to know it’s me in her bed. She needs to open her eyes and see me lying next to her.
And as desperate as I am to climb into bed with her right now, I have a little task I want to accomplish before she wakes up. As quietly as I entered, I leave the room and pull the door closed, managing the handle so that the latch doesn’t click.
Out of habit, I glance in the direction of the kitchen for the security camera, but I know it’s off. I unplugged it from the wall as soon as I entered the kitchen.
After arriving and waiting in my car for her to enter the bedroom, I entered the building, sent Aiden a nod on my way past the security desk, then went up to our hallway to wait. I watched the security feed on my phone until the light in the bedroom turned off.
So had Derek, his little icon displaying in the watcher’s panel. When the glow from beneath the door disappeared, I swapped over to the mirroring app that has its counterpart installed on her phone.
For over twenty minutes, I watched as she scrolled TikTok, pausing on funny animal videos, college acceptances, and dark romance BookTok recommendations. The fact that she paused to scroll through quotes where the male lead is so deeply infatuated with the female that he stalks her, crossing all sorts of boundaries to be with her, amuses the fuck out of me.
If she only knew.
That bracelet she wears isn’t merely ornamental. The mirroring app isn’t the only one I use to keep tabs on her throughout the day.
Eventually, her phone went dark, so I waited another twenty minutes for her to fall asleep. Entering her space when I’m not one-hundred-percent certain she’s asleep is always the trickiest part. It’s a small piece of the cat-and-mouse game she doesn’t know we’re playing.
I’ve been leaving her hints that I’ve been in her space and slowly allowing myself to be louder as I leave. I’m sure she suspects by this point.
After making my way into the apartment, I went straight to the kitchen, throwing up a middle finger for Derek to see when he investigates why there is no feed in the morning, and then I pulled the camera’s power from the wall.
I’ll fix it before I leave; no need to let Emmy know about the camera.
