Page 53 of Good Girl

That is what I crave.

It’s also when most subs stop.

But not Emmy.

She loves every second of it, spreading those sweet thighs wider and giving me even more access, all while tears and words of need flow from her lips.

Fucking delicious.

I glance over to where she is lying on a giant red pillow in front of the TV, scrolling on her new phone as I lean back against the kitchen island. Before dinner, I selected the schoolgirl-style outfit she’d teased us with in the store today and laid it out on the bed. We sent her to get dressed before she was allowed to eat.

My teeth almost cracked when she returned, having tied the shirt below her breasts and put her hair up in two high pigtails, little white ribbons wrapped around each. The skirt barely covered her ass, which I knew was bare beneath, if she only put on the outfit I’d left for her.

My friends were all just as affected as me.

Little did Emmy know, but the scene started the moment we sat down to dinner. Placing her plate in front of her, I then reached down and checked that she was pantyless.

Her gasp as two of my fingers slipped straight into her pussy was all the confirmation I needed, but that didn’t stop me from playing with her for a few minutes. When Emmy started to moan and rock her hips against my hand, I removed my fingers.

Dinner was a regular affair from there, with Emmy being excused to play with her phone. Darcy produced the red pillow for her, which Emmy seemed to delight in. Watching my friend fall for this girl is making it easier for me to see this stretching out past the weekend.

But we aren’t there yet.

Derek and Darcy are already sitting on the couch, baseball once again on the screen. Fuck, I can’t wait for hockey season to start up.

Movement at the far end of the apartment catches my attention. Xavier slips from the bedroom, hair wet from what I assume was a shower, and back in his low-slung jeans, like the rest of us. He disappeared earlier today to god knows where and returned in workout clothes, sweaty, and with a medium sized gift bag that he hid from Emmy.

Xavier notices my attention, and I give him a chin nod. He tips his head in acknowledgement and heads over to the couch. I collect the items I set aside earlier from the drawers that contain a vast majority of my toys, then make my way to where everyone is waiting.

Emmy is so involved in her phone that she doesn’t notice my approach. I drop my toy and the lube on the couch and take the wedge-shaped pillow with me. Walking around to crouch in front of her, I let the daddy in me fall away.

“Kitten.”

She glances up at me with a smile on her face. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Where are your drawing supplies?”

Her smile drops as she picks up on the shift in me, and her eyes dart to the stack of things on the shelving next to the TV.

“Go get them for me.”

Fear flickers through her eyes, and I remember her questions about them being taken away. Instead of assuaging her fear, I let it simmer inside of her. I want her unsure. I want her nervousand worried, fearful of what’s to come. It takes several seconds of me staring at her with zero emotion on my face for her lip to tremble.

“Now.”

She bites her lip, puts her phone down, then gets up to collect her things. I stand for her, still holding the pillow as I wait. Upon return, she presents them to me.

I don’t move to take them, allowing her to feel awkward. As she starts to shift on her feet, I step back and readjust her red pillow until I have it angled just right. Then I place the wedge pillow right on the edge aimed at the couch, making the whole shape look like an S.

I gesture to the makeshift sex bed. “Lie down on your stomach. Feet here, head there.”

Still holding her drawing supplies in front of her, Emmy steps between me and the pillow and stops when her back is to everyone on the couch. She glances between me and the things in her hands, but when I make no motion to take them from her, she sucks in a breath and slowly lowers herself until her knees hit the rug.

As she leans forward, the wedge pillow supports her thighs and forces her to tilt from the pelvis, leaving her ass exposed in the air. The process is messy and probably a little embarrassing as she has to wiggle around to get into place flat on her stomach. With her ass higher than her shoulders and that short-as-fuck skirt on, she is now completely exposed to my friends.

Exactly how I want her.

I reach down and scoop up her phone, pocketing it, my jeans already tight. Her eyes track the movement, and the fearful glimmer has returned to her eyes as she glances up at me. I raise an eyebrow back, willing her to make a comment.

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