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But like the good girl that she is, she bites her lip, keeps her mouth shut, and turns to her art supplies, opening up the pencil tin and turning to a new page in her sketchbook.

Fucking perfect. But I wouldn’t mind a little brat too.

I drop into the space next to Xavier, who is staring so hard at Emmy’s ass that it’s a wonder she doesn’t feel it like a physical touch. Grabbing the remote, I find the movie I previously selected—a bank robbery gone wrong in New York, which is sure to have an epic soundtrack and gunfire.

Before the opening credits roll on the screen, I call out to Emmy. “Kitten.”

She glances over her shoulder at me, worry pinching her features.

“I want you to draw each of my friends a picture to take home with them by the time the movie is over.”

Her eyebrows pull together in confusion. “To take home?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze flickers to my friends for a moment, curiosity sparking in her eyes. Those hazel orbs clearly have questions and even more worry in them, but she doesn’t voice any of it. “Yes, Daddy.”

Emmy turns back to her sketchpad and immediately starts her task. I raise the remote and press play, effectively forgetting that she is a living, breathing girl.

Chapter 27

Hudson

“So, what do you think of my new toy?”

“It looks tight, have you used it yet? Might need some stretching,” Darcy replies.

I nod. “Yeah, my first try. It was a bit too tight, to be honest, but once it’s warmed up, it's the perfect fit.”

“Just the pussy? Haven’t tried the ass?”

The toy shifts on the pillow.

“No, I’m keeping the ass off-limits. Don’t want to wreck it. If you want to have a play, you can come over the hole, but don’t insert anything into it.” I eye the toy as I respond to Darcy, wondering when it will settle down. As I have the thought, it relaxes, and the thighs spread wider the tiniest amount.

“Can you warm it up for us? I wouldn’t want to tear it,” Derek requests as he undoes his jeans and gives his cock some room to breathe. Fucker must be in serious pain by now. Neither he nor Emmy came while she was sitting on top of him, even though I saw her rocking, presumably to keep him hard and inside of her.

In response, I pick up the lube and the long, thin, pink vibrator and scoot forward on the couch until I can reach my toy. I flip the skirt all the way over, so it’s not in the way, hold the lube directly over the pussy hole, and squirt a generous amount right on the entrance.

I haven’t bothered warming it up and the toy reacts by making a squealing noise, the sensors in the area apparently not liking the cold. I drop the lube next to the pillow, in case someone else needs it, then rub the vibrator through the lube lengthways until it’s completely coated.

Then I slip the entire thing into the toy in one smooth motion. The toy gasps, and its back arches downward as it becomes accustomed to the thickness impaling it. Just like a real woman. Before it can settle again, I press the button on the side and start up a low, consistent vibration.

“Oh, shit,” the toy says quietly but doesn’t move.

Swiftly, I spank the ass cheek. “Fuck toys don’t make noise. They can alert a user that they are about to come by begging to be fucked harder or thanking them for their cock. Or they can notify of an upcoming system malfunction by saying red.”

The head on my toy drops down and goes silent, allowing me to prep the pussy for my friends.

I jostle the vibrator around, pull it out and put it back in. Slip my finger in around the edges and then flick over the clit, inspecting my toy and making sure everything is in working order. “I’ll leave this in for a few minutes, and once the toy starts to create its own lubricant, it’s warmed up.”

I lean back on the couch and turn the volume up on the movie, until we can’t hear the vibrator anymore. None of us becomes fully immersed in the movie, not with the toy fidgeting and the pelvis starting to twitch as it warms up.

Once the opening scene of the movie has finished and there is a lull in action, I lean forward again and check the toy. The vibrator slips out easily, and I plunge it back in, testing for resistance, but there is none. It glides in and out smoothly.

“The toy is ready,” I say to no one in particular as I leave the vibrator in and get comfy on the couch again, ready to settle into both the movie and the scene.

“Me,” says Xavier quietly, and I’m not at all surprised he wants to go first. Having been away for the afternoon would have been hard for him.

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