Page 89 of Good Girl

Ignoring the weird feelings that revelation creates, I face Xavier again and he smiles back at me.

Well, okay. After Friday night, I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m ending the weekend in his arms, which also seem to haveissues with letting me go. Whatever. I can definitely deal with this clinginess if it means an extension to our weekend contract.

Lying back down, I make eye contact with Darcy again. “I’m listening.”

There is a choked-off laugh and Darcy grins before looking down and shaking his head. I think I also hear someone mumble something about “fucking perfect,” but I can’t be sure.

Hudson picks up the thread of conversation. “How did you find the weekend? We need you to answer honestly. Was there anything that approached a limit for you? Anything that you should have said yellow or even red to?”

His seriousness triggers the people pleaser in me. I close my eyes and replay the weekend from the moment I woke up alone and examine each thing that happened. Shopping. The fitting room. Fuck, the fitting room. And then the Italian place. And car. Goddamn. No regrets there. At all.

Derek’s scene. Had I enjoyed that? I can’t remember orgasming, but I do remember how hot I’d burned. Had it hurt initially? Fuck, yes, it had. But once the others had gotten involved? The pain had turned to something else. Not quite pleasure, but like a deep, hard, fiery massage that actually felt really good.

Then Hudson took his turn. A shiver runs down my spine as the feeling of being a useless fuck toy tries to return. Yep, that was definitely on the yes pile.

The ropes. The chair. Darcy. That fucking vibrator. Pretty sure I’d seen white explode behind my eyelids during that scene. That is one-hundred-percent something I want to repeat.

Swallowing, I recall as much of Xavier’s scene as I can remember. The fear. The blindfold. The cuts. Neck, thighs, back, and whatever the hell is wrong with my ass cheek. It had been the same as Derek’s scene, the pain turning to pleasure. Not to mention, the fear making my clit throb.

Do I wish I would have called red for any of it? Or yellow? No. No, I do not. Do I want him to introduce me to more of his knife roll? Do I want him to terrify me all over again? Weirdly, the answer is yes.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters around in my stomach. If I say no, that I don’t regret anything from the weekend, that I want them to teach me more… will they think that I’m fucked up? Especially given the whole orphan thing?

Opening my eyes, I make direct eye contact with Hudson and can’t help but being a little bit naughty. “The only thing that I wish I had said red to was how much water you all made me drink this weekend. Pretty sure I’m going to spend the entire night peeing.”

It takes a second for my words to land, but then I get a spank to my non-bandaged ass cheek.

“Don’t be a brat.”

I inhale through my nose, a bit shocked at how the butterflies react to both the order and the spank. Okay, so that is all going on the yes pile too.

Trying to play it cool, I force my voice to remain steady. “The majority of the weekend was green. Some yellow, but I spoke up when that happened.”

My ass is given a squeeze. A very fucking firm squeeze.

I lean up and glare down at Xavier, but he just stares back at me until I give up and lie back down.

“Thank you for being honest with us, kitten. The only way this is going to work is if we are all honest,” Hudson says with a smile that makes his pale eyes sparkle.

“What is going to work? Can someone please spell it out for me? And what’s in the new contract?” My damn heart has decided to tango with the butterflies.

“One more thing,” Derek says and holds out his hand to Darcy.

Darcy hands him the top sheet, and I instantly recognize the lined page as my rewards chart.

Derek holds it at an angle in front of my face. “You were such a good girl for us this weekend, you earned yourself a few more rewards.”

I scan the page and see that the first six rows have all been completed.

Hudson’s backpack.

Derek’s iPhone and case.

The clothes.

The art supplies I picked.

The fifth row saysgift card.

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