Page 82 of Brat Baby
Now I’m the one helping them out, so they can enjoy an early retirement, and ensuring my siblings don’t ever need for anything. I love spoiling my niblings—nieces and nephews—and knowing that their futures won’t be limited by financial constraints.
And from the little I know about Emery’s background and the state of her belongings that first weekend, today’s spoiling of her was a requirement.
While we also did more clothing shopping, I made sure we concentrated on other things that she might not necessarily ask for. Essentials. Things she needs to make her life comfortable, rather than just…how did she say it? Rather than just being used to not having everything.
Bedding. Towels. Skin care. Decorations for her dorm room. Shoes, for all seasons. Outerwear. I’d noticed she was drinking out of a water bottle she’d clearly been reusing for days, if not longer, so that had gone on the list too.
Nothing was off the table today.
With Emery staring back out the window, I put the car into reverse and pull out of the parking space and exit the garage, pausing to allow the cameras to scan my license plate. I have definitely exceeded the free parking allotment of time, so I expect to see a charge on my account with the parking company at the end of the day.
We drive in silence for a while, and I decide to take the longer way back to campus and head toward the highway. If these are the last few minutes of alone time that I can get with Emery, I’m going to stretch them out as much as possible.
We make it all the way out of the city and onto the highway before I feel the vibe in the car shift. I look in her direction, and a sliver of unease slinks around in my stomach at the way she is looking at me while playing with the strap of her dress.
I turn back to watch the road and have to clear my throat before I can talk. “Everything okay?”
“It will be,” she assures me in a voice that screams she is up to something and I’m probably not going to like it.
She wiggles around on her seat, stretching her seat belt all the way out until she has her knees bent and feet tucked under her butt, in a kneeling position.
My stomach swoops in anticipation because I have a very good idea of what she is planning, and as much as I have to say no, I really fucking want whatever is going on in her devious little mind.
“Emery,” I warn, my stomach clenching as heat starts to gather in my gut and frantic nerves burn through my chest. “No. Sit back down in your seat, right now.”
“But I need to thank you. You were so generous today, all this is definitely worth more than the last of the rewards I was owed from the weekend. Let me earn them. Please?”
I can hear the goddamn pout. But I have to hold strong. I have to say no to this. I’m her fucking teacher. I literally haveher future in my hands. I absolutely cannot allow her to do this. Fuck, she could be expelled. I could be fired.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I think taking her shopping one-on-one was a good idea? Because I’m a selfish fucking bastard who wanted to spend one day with her on my own, without the others to divert her attention.
This was such a bad fucking idea.
But do I open my mouth and say any of that to her? Of course, I fucking don’t. It’s like the damn thing is sealed shut.
My silence is apparently a green light. Delicate fingers reach over and fiddle with my belt as I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles ache. “Emery, I’m driving.”
She has my belt undone and is working on the button of my pants, the waist suddenly going loose.
“Wait. We… you don’t need to thank me. I wanted to buy you all those things. You keeping them is thanks enough,” I grit out, trying to say all the right words, but it’s fucking hard when she smooths a hand over my lower stomach, her warmth making my muscles jump beneath her palm.
Her fingers dip into my briefs, finding the base of my cock, which has already started to thicken uncomfortably in my pants. Her other hand goes between my legs, and she uses it to support herself as she leans over the center of the car, slowly using her other hand to free my cock so that I’m completely exposed.
Warm air ghosts over my cock, and my balls constrict with the knowledge that her mouth is inches away.
We absolutely should not be doing this. Nope. It has to stop. “Kitten, fuck. I’m driving. You have to stop.”
Immediately, she pauses, and I don’t know whether to groan or beg her to keep going. I glance down between my arms at the gorgeous girl with long brown hair, expressive hazel eyes, and perfect lips.
“If you really want me to stop, I will. But I want to do this. I need to do this. All you have to do is nod and then drive. I want you in my mouth until we park or until you come, whichever happens first. Use me while you drive. No one has to know. Think of all the people in the cars that you pass. They won’t have any idea that your dick is in my mouth while you drive.”
I force my eyes back up to the road, but with her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock and all that mental imagery she’s forced into my head, I’m struggling to think. The sensation of her mouth wrapped around me is right there. All I have to do is nod and drive.
But I can’t…can I? Even if no one ever found out, I still—
“Please, Daddy.”
Those two fucking words coming from my broken kitten. This girl—she ruins me.
