17. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Darcy

My cock is rock fucking hard as I focus all of my attention on the way Derek's fingers are pumping beneath our sweet Emmy's ass. Her hips rock, and I catch the moans and gasps over the quietly playing music video.

Has he pushed her lingerie to the side and slid his fingers in? Or does little Emmy have a naughty surprise for us?

My attention snaps up to Derek's face, his hardened eyes staring at her. "Now."

I study Emmy as she takes a breath and then rises up off her knees with a quiet, "Yes, Daddy."

Derek, the fucker, keeps his fingers exactly where they are, and even from here, in the low lighting, I can see the wetness that coats the two digits as Emmy pulls herself clear and stands above him. I didn't think my cock could get any fucking harder, but I'm wrong—if I don't get my pants off soon, I'll be surprised if there isn't an indentation of a zipper running the length of it.

Emmy turns and repositions herself to sit with her back against his chest. Her knees are pressed together and her eyes are closed, like she is bracing herself. Derek whispers something in her ear, and she gives a single head nod, eyes still closed.

His hands slide down the outside of her thighs until he has to lean forward slightly to cup the backs of her knees. He pulls them up toward her chest, her lower legs continuing to obscure whatever it is that he wants us to see.

But I'm starting to suspect I know what little miss Emmy has to show us.

And if I'm right, then I've seriously underestimated this girl.

Derek looks at the three of us as Emmy relaxes back into his hold, seemingly giving herself up to her fate. "Gentlemen, our little baby girl apparently has a very naughty side, and now she has something to show you all."

Her hands fly up to grip his forearms as he parts her thighs. At first, all we see is the black lace one-piece with a dark seam down the center. But then the seam parts, and my mouth fills with saliva.

Pretty. Pink. Smooth.

It's the cutest fucking pussy I have ever seen, and I'm already envisioning what it will look like with my ropes splitting her lips. But what color? Black? Pink? Blue?

I'm so lost in my mental imagery that I miss the start of what Derek is saying.

"... naughty little surprise for us. What do you think?"

I'm the only one with a direct view of the wet, pink flesh. Hudson gets up and walks past me to the far side of the coffee table and drags it toward the TV, opening up the space in front of Derek. Both he and Xavier then use it as a seat so that they can get a good look as they inspect what we've all paid for.

"It's pretty," Hudson says as he reaches forward and runs a finger right down the center, slipping in to the first knuckle before pulling away. He withdraws his hand and then rubs his index finger with his thumb, inspecting the way her moistness lubricates his fingers. "Wet. Smooth. Probably one of the prettiest pussies I have ever seen. I'm looking forward to burying myself in it. It looks tight."

Emmy's breasts are all but heaving at the way Hudson is casually describing her most intimate place, and it draws my eye to the giant bow that adorns her chest. As she breathes, I catch glimpses of skin beneath the bow, and I start to wonder if the easy access slit isn't the only naughty surprise Emmy is hiding from us.

I glance at Xavier, who is stoic as always, keeping everything buried deeply. The man rarely gives anything away when he isn't in a scene; that personality trait is magnified when he has a play partner fully immersed in subspace. It's highly unlikely that he is going to get his kink-itch scratched tonight. Well, except for that little bite earlier.

The rest of us should be able to get enough of a taste that it holds the demons at bay.

I'm starting to form a plan to get what I need from this baby girl. To see her all tied up while she begs for her daddy to fill her.

Yeah, I'm definitely going to make that happen for myself tonight.

"Open your eyes, princess," I call out, adjusting myself to make sure my pants don't do any actual damage to my cock.

Emmy swallows, and with her knees pinned open and spread wide, she slowly lets those long-as-fuck lashes open. Her hazel eyes dart between Hudson, who is rubbing his finger and thumb together beneath his nose, and Xavier, who hasn't taken his eyes off that sweet, sweet pussy.

Then she finally looks at me, and I raise my chin. "What's your color?"

Her answer is immediate, if somewhat breathless. "Green."

There is a subtle shift amongst my friends. We've all gotten so caught up in the scene that Emmy has so beautifully orchestrated for us, that we didn't stop to check in. But now that it's done . . .

"Does that bow undo?" The question practically burns my tongue with the speed it leaves my mouth.

I need it to fucking undo. I didn't bring any of my goddamn ropes, just like Derek didn't bring any of his floggers, Hudson didn't bring any of his toys, and Xavier didn't bring any of his blades.

It has to undo.

For all of our sakes, it has to undo.

Emmy's eyes are wide, her fingers leaving indents on Derek's forearms as he continues to hold her open to us. "Yes."

Derek must do something, because she sucks in a breath and then rephrases. "Yes, Daddy."

My cock twitches, and I know the others aren't unaffected.

Hearing those words will never get old, and the way Emmy says them, so breathlessly and effortlessly . . .

I push up from the table, pass by Xavier, and step between Derek's legs before reaching forward and grasping one of the ends and tugging. The satin holds its bow, protesting for a second before slipping free. The knot sags between her breasts, but I can see the firm swell hidden behind the shiny black fabric.

Emmy's eyes are trained on my forearm, staring at my exposed tattoos. So, I give her a second to look, slowly rotating my arm to show off the black and gray ink. A cracked artist's palette, a torn canvas depicting a half-finished woman, half-squeezed paint tubes spilling onto the floor, a wooden mannequin with the head by its feet all weave together around dark fabric and dead flowers—the dark side of my passion.

Lacking the patience to allow her to look her fill, I extend my arm and finish undoing the last scraps of dignity that Emmy possesses. When I've exposed both of her breasts, I stand there, staring down at her, taking in my fill.

The black underwire of the lingerie perfectly frames her breasts, the two half circles coming together in the center in a sharp point. I can imagine pretty decorations hanging from the dusky nipples that are on display—tassels, clamps, piercings.

I cut myself off from the thoughts of permanent shows of ownership and step back to allow Hudson and Xavier the same view. "Lower your legs and sit up straight for me, princess."

Derek releases her, allowing Emmy to do as I requested. Once she is sitting upright, I gather her wavy brown hair and bunch it all together so that it flows over one shoulder. Quickly, I check in on her facial expression and find her staring at the ground.

With a finger under her chin, I raise her face to look at me. "Place your hands behind your back, palms out, fingers pointing to the opposite elbows." When I release her chin, I pointedly make sure she is looking at the two men behind me as she follows my instructions.

Derek, clearly having figured out what I'm up to, has already gathered the loose ends of the satin. He offers me one side, and I grin at him. Accepting the black fabric, I wind it one full rotation around the opposite wrist, then drape it over the palm of her hand.

I do the same to the other hand before tying the remaining ends together in a fisherman's knot at the center of her back.

The black satin looks fucking amazing against her skin.

My mental imagery of her pussy separated by ropes, that then flow up her body in a series of knots and ties, is filled with the black set that I have stored on one of the hooks in our play apartment. The apartment that has never been used but is perfectly set up for our ideal baby girl.

Quickly, I check that nothing is too tight by slipping a finger in between each of the pinch points and her skin. When I'm satisfied, I crouch down between Derek's legs so that I am eye-level with Emmy, and place my hands on her pressed-together knees.

Her eyes are focused on Xavier, who I'm sure isn't giving her any indication of his thoughts. If I didn't know what his kinks were, I would have thought he was into mind fucks.

But no, that's Hudson.

When she doesn't look at me immediately, I smile. "Princess."

She twitches but simply swaps her focus to Hudson.

Unable to help it, I grin. "Princess, you can look at me."

Her eyes drop down to me, and I reach up to caress her lips, rubbing my thumb over the slightly torn flesh. "Still green?"

Her lashes flutter as her shoulders strain before she relaxes again. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl, tell us if that changes." I pause and wait until she gives me a nod. I glance up at Derek. "Could you please help Emmy to resume her previous position?"

Emmy's mouth opens, forming a tiny O, but before she can protest or wiggle her way off Derek's lap, he leans forward, scoops her back into his lap, and has her knees held open for me.

When the slit opens and bares her delicious-looking pussy right in front of me, a noise of pure fucking hunger rolls from my throat. "This is the prettiest fucking pussy I have ever seen, princess."

And it is.

Pink. Shaved smooth. A delicate-looking clit. Lips that glisten with her own wetness. And an opening that looks like it will stretch so good around each of our cocks. It'll probably protest when we put more than one into it, but training her to take all of us in her various holes will be part of the fun.

Well, it would be, if we weren't only getting this one night.

I lean forward onto my knees, the silver necklace that I have tucked under my shirt working its way out of my collar. Ignoring it, I lower my face to within an inch of her beautiful little pussy and breathe in deeply, drawing in the scent of her. Fucking delicious.

A feminine noise has me looking up at Emmy. Her pupils are blown wide, and her breathing is rushing in and out of her mouth. "What are you—"

Before she can finish her question, I lick from her entrance, through her lips, and up and over her clit.

"Oh, fuck."

I nip at her thigh and she squeaks out a noise.

"Watch your fucking language, little girl."

She nods, eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Yes, Daddy. Sorry, but I just . . . you caught me by surprise. No one has ever done that to me before."

A flush has risen from her breasts up to her cheeks, and I have to question how good of an actor she is. Has she fallen deep into the scene and is pretending that no one has ever gone down on her before? Or is she telling me the truth? Because, if so, that is a real fucking shame. Oral sex is my nirvana.

Having her tied and bound from the hooks in my ceiling so she hovers over my face, while I eat her out until she is crying and begging me to stop . . .

My cock pulses at the mere thought.

Regardless of whether this is a part of her scene, I decide to play along. I place my hand on the mound of her pubic bone and use my thumb to roll the hood of her clit around in very gentle circles. "No one has ever eaten your pretty little pussy before?"

She shakes her head, eyelids fluttering, mouth falling open once again. "N-no, Daddy."

Something in my gut tells me she isn't playing right now.

No.

She's really never had her pussy devoured to the point that she is screaming for it to stop.

That will have to be rectified, immediately.

"Thank you for telling me, princess."

Then I replace my thumb with my mouth.