Page 36 of Good Girl

The dishes are placed on the table in front of us. After making sure Emery has what she needs, Hudson picks up his phone andturns her vibrator off. Emery visibly sags, and it's a delight to watch the disappointment and the gratefulness wash over her, the two emotions battling on her expressive face.

Something I hope to see a lot more of, over the next few hours.

I wonder if she even knows that she wears her emotions so transparently?

It’s going to make reading her so much easier, once I have her tied down and begging later.

Chapter 19

Emery

“I think I might be falling into a food coma,” I mutter as Derek pulls out of the parking lot. Reclining against the backrest of the backseat, I try to slink down to make my stomach feel more comfortable, but it’s no use. Even holding my little food baby doesn’t help.

There was so much food. And it was so damn good. And I couldn’t stop eating.

The creamy, cheesy, bacon—except, according to Derek, it’s guanciale, whatever the fuck that is—flavored sauce was literally the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.

Bar nothing.

I struggled to part with the half bowl of leftover pasta, so Derek organized a doggy bag for me, which is now sitting up front with Xavier.

Reclining my head back, I slowly close my eyes, letting the gentle sway of the SUV start to lull me into a nap. Before I can hand myself over to dreamland, fingers slide up my thighs and beneath my skirt, gathering the fabric until it pulls tight from where I am sitting on it. I open my eyes and look at Hudson. Nope, Viper is back.

“Up,” he demands as he tugs on the fabric, and just like that, I comply.

The cool, air-conditioned air of the car dances along my now uncovered thighs, pussy with the vibrator still in, and lower stomach as Hudson exposes me to everyone in the car. Derek has adjusted his rear-view mirror, and where before I could see his eyes, I can now only see his chest.

I have a feeling I know where this is going, and I’m totally here for it. Especially considering I’m going to be on restriction in less than twenty minutes for at least the next twenty-four hours. Maybe a little longer.

What I am not expecting is for both Darcy and Hudson to hook a hand beneath my knees and to spread me wide, my thighs practically resting on my chest.

“Oh, fuck,” I sputter and quickly shift so that I don’t feel so awkward and twisted.

“Whose pussy is this?” Hudson asks in a similar tone to when he asked me to pass him a napkin in the restaurant. My heart rate instantly picks up.

“Y-yours, Daddy,” I reply, watching him pull his phone out of his pocket and start tapping away at the screen.

“And what do I get to do to my pussy?”

My core heats. Why is being reduced down to just a pussy so damn hot? “Whatever you want, Daddy.”

“And if I want to turn the vibrator on and leave it on until it runs out of power, you won’t complain, will you? You’ll sit here, with your legs spread, and let me play with my pussy. Then, when we get back to the apartment building, you’ll get in the elevator, go to the apartment, and go lie on the bed until the vibrations stop. You’re going to let me torture that sweet little pussy, aren’t you?”

My mouth is hanging open.

Until the batteries run out? How long will that take? It only took like three minutes for me to come last time, and those last few seconds were amazing but also kinda painful, but so, so good.

My pulse pounds in my ears and I try to breathe. I’m surprised to feel excitement thrumming in my veins, with only the mildest touch of trepidation in the pit of my belly. But one glance at Viper and I know I am going to say yes.

Fuck.

“Kitten, I asked you a question. Are you going to let me torture my pussy?” He used his serious voice—it’s deeper and has a slight growl to it that makes my insides quake even more than they currently are.

Viper is hungry.

My throat aches as I nod and force words around the lump in my throat, worried that I’m disappointing him because Ihaven’t answered him fast enough. “Yes, Daddy. Please torture my pussy.”

There is a groan and accompanying moans from the other men in the car, but right now, I only have eyes for Viper. One side of his lips quirks up, and the sparkle returns to his ice-blue eyes.

---