Page 18 of Good Girl

“A description of your reward. We’ll fill it in once we have given you the reward so that we don’t ruin the surprise. This will double as a list of everything that you have received from us. These rewards are on top of our SugarLife gifts to you,” Derek explains as he takes the pen and all the sheets of paper back.

Hudson stands and leaves the table, skirting behind Xavier and disappearing behind the black curtain. I track him with my gaze, still trying to listen to Derek, but really, all I am paying attention to is the barely there movements of Darcy’s thumb.

“When you make it to ten, there will be a larger reward. Emmy, are you listening?”

I snap my focus back to Derek. “Yes, sorry.”

He simply stares at me, waiting.

Oh, shit.

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry. I’m listening.”

Darcy’s finger applies a little more pressure.

Fuck. Me.

I can’t concentrate.

Also, what the fuck is behind that black curtain? Is it really like the picture?

“Emmy, last night, you were very good for us, but we need you to know that, if you are on orgasm restriction, there will be punishments if you fail to comply with your restriction.”

I hear the snick of a cabinet opening and then closing behind me.

Darcy squeezes my thigh. “Listen to Derek, princess.” Then he swipes his thumb over my clit with a heavy sweep of pressure.

I gasp. “Yes, Daddy. Punishments if I orgasm when I’m not allowed to.”

“Good girl.”

Pleasure zings through me as the curtain flutters and Hudson slips back onto our side, somehow managing to not even give mea sneaky peek of what is back there. He’s carrying a large black and gold gift bag and places it on the table in front of Darcy.

I look up at Hudson, then back at the gift bag. Am I allowed to take it?

Darcy seems to notice my hesitation and reaches for the bag, slowly pulling it in front of me. “Hudson picked this gift for you.”

My heart is racing for an entirely different reason. I was imagining small rewards, like a book, or maybe a small teddy bear or something. Whatever is in this gift bag is way bigger than a book or bear.

I’ve received gifts in the past, not often and nothing expensive. Usually something from a thrift store—or stolen, if it was coming from Tray.

Whatever is in the bag isn’t going to be from a thrift store or stolen.

Reaching up, I tip the bag toward me to look inside. There is crumpled gold tissue paper covering the top, and I gently remove it. All I see is cream and gold. I’m surprised that my hand isn’t shaking when I reach in and grip the leather handle and slowly pull the reward out of the gift bag.

I hold it up in the air and stare.

Without lowering my arm, I look at Hudson. His face is shuttered, and his hands are in his pockets, the table a barrier between us.

He bought me a backpack.

A cream leather, with gold zippers, clips, and embellishments backpack that I’ve always imagined anitgirlwould own. It has a cute little gold chain that swoops from one side of a front pocket to the other, and I can envision hanging girly things from it.

I lower it to my lap and run my fingers over the sides, my throat aching and my vision going a little blurry.

Darcy’s hand slips from between my legs and then fingers run down the side of my neck, scooping up my braided hair and moving it away from my face. “Princess, if you don’t like—”

Fear catapults through my chest at him taking my bag away. I hug the bag to my chest and turn to glare at Darcy. “It’s mine.”

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