Page 16 of Good Girl

The fingers on my thighs shift, and a zing of awareness shoots straight into my pussy. Darcy’s fingers curl in toward his palm, fingertips disappearing beneath the edge of my boy shorts.

The egg goes down on a hard swallow. I lean forward and grab my hot chocolate, but that only causes Darcy’s hand to press into my thigh more.

I take a sip of the now lukewarm drink and try not to turn into a thirsty bitch.

His hand isonlyon my fucking thigh.

Needing to take back a little control, I return my mug to the table, then pluck the fork from his fingers, spear some eggs and sausage, and bring it all to my mouth.

“Emmy, this is the contract you signed last night,” Derek starts, placing three sheets of paper in front of me. They are actually printouts of the photos I sent.

“I have the originals in my bag, if you would like them,” I offer, the words just popping out of my mouth.

He smiles at me. “Thank you, baby, that would be great. You can get them once you have finished eating your breakfast.”

I take a bite of toast with a smile. The satisfaction at having made him happy makes any of the remaining nerves fade away. And the mention of the contract makes me think that they aren’t ending things. They want to add things, if the extra pages mean anything.

Another piece of paper is placed in front of me.

“This is an addition to the previous contract to say that we have extended our agreement to last the weekend. It will last until four p.m. Sunday afternoon.”

I glance around the room, eyes stopping on the oven just as Xavier offers me the time.

“It’s nine-thirty.”

Nine-thirty-three, but close enough. Thirty hours and thirty minutes to go. I nod, even though there was no question.

“There are two other changes,” Derek says. “The first is that we would like to explore domination and submission with you. You had a little taste of it last night, with the orgasm restriction and having your hands bound. We’d like to take that further this weekend.”

While I’m a little surprised, I’m not shocked. The four of them each have an air of command, even over text. They haven’t hidden their requests to dominate me, the preference having been listed in the invitation, as well as the original contract.

Their wanting to extend it brings both trepidation and interest.

“And the second?” I ask as I reach for my hot chocolate and take a sip.

“The second is about public sex.”

I choke on the liquid in my throat and only just manage not to spew it out my nose and across the table. I reach for the napkin and cough into it.

My voice is raspy when I can force out words again. “You want to fuck me out there?” My gesture toward the wall is meant to conveynot in this apartment. “Where anyone can see?”

“No, princess.” Darcy starts moving his fingers, brushing them in strokes along my thigh. “Not where anyone can see. Well, maybe, but only if they were watching carefully. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way. It’s more about playing with you in private in public.”

“Exactly.” Hudson nods his approval. “We don’t plan on spending the entire weekend in the apartment. We’d like to take our plaything out for lunch. On the drive there, we might want to tease that pretty little pussy or have your mouth wrapped around one of our cocks. Or we might take you into the bathroom at a restaurant and fuck you in a stall.”

My heart is beating erratically, and I’m not sure what to think, but my brain is not screaming outred flag!Neither is my pussy. No. It’s green all the way.

Lust is drenching my brain at the imagery, and I’m struggling to come up with words. All I can manage is a breathy, “Okay.”

Chapter 9

Emery

My breakfast is forgotten.

Hudson has taken over my brain with his filthy words. I imagine sitting at an entirely different table, one with a tablecloth long enough to hide a hand up my skirt and beneath my panties. Or being in a fitting room, with my breasts pressedup against the mirror as one of them rails into me from behind, a hand covering my mouth so that the salespeople don’t hear.

Unintentionally, I roll my hips, needing friction against my clit. The seam of my shorts presses into my clit as Darcy’s hand tightens around my thigh and stops me from moving. “I think Emmy likes the idea of that.”

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