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I just have to get through this weekend.

Chapter 6

Emery

Darcy leads me through the door at the far end of the apartment, near the corner furthest away from the black curtain, and I’m not surprised when it opens to a bedroom. What I am surprised about is the size of the bed I’m standing at the corner of. The photo did not do it justice.

It’s massive.

And I don’t mean California King massive. I mean, it spans almost the entire width of the room, like the room was built around the bed, not the other way around. Even the pink and white duvet cover had to have been custom made. Five people could easily fit on that thing with plenty of room to move around.

The image that thought puts into my mind has me squeezing my thighs together right there in the doorway.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I have my first male induced orgasm and all of a sudden, I’m a horny teenager?

Pressure on my lower back forces me farther into the room so that Darcy can step in, dragging my bag with him. He drops a kiss on my hair before walking around me and the foot of the bed, along the far side and then disappearing through a square archway near the top of the bed.

Feeling a little like I left my brain in the elevator, I take a deep breath and try to catch up to my surroundings. There isn’t much light, just the glow from the room behind the bed that Darcy disappeared into. I step further into the bedroom with the plan to put my little handbag on top of the dresser against the wall opposite the foot of the bed, but pull up short.

There, right in the center of the white set of drawers is my teddy bear with its big, pink satin bow, my coloring in book, and my case of pencils.

I’d completely forgotten about them.

But here they are.

I drop my bag onto the bed and reach out to trace a finger down the brown fur of the teddy’s arm. So soft, just like he was when I bought him earlier today. For some reason, it feels like he should have changed since then. I know I have.

A noise from behind startles me and I spin around to find Darcy in the archway, one shoulder propped up against the wall as he watches me. “Does he have a name?”

I shake my head, feeling a little like I’ve just been caught doing something I shouldn’t.

He shoves off the wall and comes toward me. “Well, we’ll have to think of one then. Maybe by the end of the weekend he’ll have a name.” Darcy stops in front of me and holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s get you ready for bed.”

He leads me to the gap in the wall and I gasp as we round the corner. There is a massive walk-in wardrobe back here. Well, I guess it would be massive since it seems to be the same depth as the five-person bed.

Shaped like a U and completely white, there are enough hanging spaces, shelves, drawers, and mirrors that I couldn’t possibly ever fill them. Not in an entire lifetime. But that is neither here nor there, since I’m only here for the weekend. All I need is a space to put my little borrowed bag, which has been left in front of some weirdly angled shelves.

I scan the rest of the wardrobe and find that one of the sections has several hangers in use already, with dark jeans and shirts. Darcy has obviously been busy.

“The bathroom is just through here.”

Turning, I find Darcy standing to the side of a gold and frosted glass door, which is also the source of the light. He gestures back at my bag. “Feel free to unpack. Treat this space like it’s your own.” His smile turns hungry, and it reminds me of how he looked at me earlier tonight, just before I kissed him for the first time. “But it doesn’t mean we won’t use you in here as well.”

Use. Holy fuck.

Why does that one word make my thighs squeeze together?

Unable to speak, again, I nod.

Turning down his smile to a simmer, he gestures for me to come to him. I do so, without question. I’m going to have to keep reminding myself that this is what they are paying for, right? To follow their commands and let them use my body howeverthey want for the weekend. I’m fairly certain I still have my safe words, and they have shown they will stop if I ask them to.

Darcy pushes the door open further and tugs me in after him. As I walk into the bathroom, I can’t help but feel lost. My reflection in the massive gold-trimmed mirror to the right shows my mouth hanging open, revealing my clear astonishment.

White marble, shot through with pinks and golds. Every fixture is unpolished brass. There is a huge bathtub with jets. A giant shower with—I have to walk closer to look—three shower heads. Three!

And there is a vanity table with a delicate-looking cushioned chair.

Standing in the middle of the room, I slowly turn. Creams, pinks, golds. The room is...

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