Page 38 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

Ten fifty-eight.

One gajillion beats per minute.

Is one gajillion even a number? The way my heart is beating, it sure feels like it should be a number.

Also, is it cold in here, or are these shivers from nerves?

This whole thing is so far out of the fucking realm of normal for me. I mean, my life hasn’t exactly been normal, but it’s never been naked in a BDSM dungeon apartment owned by four men, waiting on a video call so they can watch me fuck a silicone dick while my clit is vibrated into submission.

Is this a bad idea? Probably.

Should I answer the call when it comes through? Probably not.

Am I going to? Also, probably.

I already have the phone attached to the tripod in portrait mode.

The angle has been tested with the camera to make sure that it is perfectly aimed at the Sybian and won’t cut my head off.

Now, while I wait for the call, I’m kneeling in front of the phone, continuously tapping at the screen to check the time.

Ten fifty-nine.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Nope, okay. Deep breath.

I can hang up. I can turn the switches off. I can leave.

I’m not tied down. I’m not restrained.

They aren’t here to make sure I come until I black out.

And there are no orgasm restrictions in place. I’m free to come five-thousand times if I like. Or none at all.

Before I’m finished giving myself my pep talk, the screen lights up with Xavier’s name.

Xavier

Video Call

Taking a deep breath, I dig deep for my inner brat, lean forward, and accept the call. It takes a few seconds, but then it loads. His face fills the screen, eyes dropping from my face down to my tits, which are on display because I’m naked.

His throat bobs as his gaze comes back up. “Are you ready?”

Throat so tight it feels like it’s closed, I nod. Why the fuck am I so nervous? I’m in control here.

“I need words, little dove.”

Squaring my shoulders, I stare directly at the phone. “I’ve been ready since I woke up.”

“Are you wet?”

Well, I wasn’t expecting that question. My stomach quivers with a sudden surge of nerves. “N-no, Daddy.”

His eyes narrow. “Spread your legs and show me your cunt.”

It takes every bit of self-preservation I have to stop my mouth from falling open. I forgot how filthy this man’s mouth is.

I adjust myself until my ass is on the cold rubber floor, my hands are behind me, holding me up, and my legs are spread wide for the camera.

Unable to bear looking at him while he sees how not wet I am for this, I stare up at the ceiling and bite my bottom lip. Will he understand that I do want to do this for him? That I’m just scared?

Will I get in trouble for not being wet? Will he end the call? Fuck, I hope not. Maybe I should say something?

“Hmmm, that does look like a dry pussy.” He sighs, disappointment clear in his tone. “So you aren’t actually ready?”

“I’m sorry,” I reply, forcing the words to project, even though I really want to run away. “I’m just nervous. I can do this. I can be good.”

There is a beat of silence. And then another.

“Get the lube and pour it onto the cock you’re going to ride.”

I scramble to my knees, crawl over to the box and find the lube, uncapping it as I knee walk back to the Sybian. Quickly, I pour lube on the tip of the dick piece, watching as it overflows around the top and down the sides.

“Rub it down the cock, you don’t want to have any dry patches. Can’t have you hurting that pretty little cunt before I get to use it again.”

My cheeks burn, but I do as I’m told, discarding the tube on the floor and using both hands to work the lube up and down the shaft. The vertical ribbing feels weird against the palm of my hand, but I don’t let that stop me from getting it good and wet.

When it looks well covered, I look back at the camera.

Xavier raises an eyebrow at me as if to say, Well, get on.

I… oh, okay. Right now.

With my hands still covered in lube, I place them on the front of the leather saddle and throw my leg over the side. Before my knee even hits the ground, the head of the dick is rubbing at the entrance to my pussy, and I gasp as it slides in the smallest amount as I get my knee onto the ground.

I hover there, not sure what to do.

“All the way down.”

Slowly, I lower myself until I’m impaled by the toy.

It isn’t as big as any of them, but I definitely feel full right now.

Carefully, I rock forward, trying to make it feel more comfortable, and end up pressing my clit into the ribbed section.

It doesn’t feel like anything yet, but I know that will change soon.

“Little dove.”

I raise my gaze back to the screen, words completely gone.

“Turn on both switches, but leave them at their lowest settings. You have permission to adjust them to whatever settings you prefer. I’m going to set a timer.

For every minute that you stay on the Sybian with at least one of the settings turned on, you’ll receive one reward.

You’ll get a bonus five rewards for every orgasm.

You can stop at any time. Do you understand? ”

I stare at him. I’m going to get rewards? That means he’s going to keep me for a little longer, right? Past the rewards that Hudson has been giving me. “Yes, Daddy.”

Leaning forward, I pull the controller closer and lift the whole thing so it is resting on the front of the saddle. And then I press both on switches and adjust the dials until I can feel something.

My clit has alternating pressure against it, but no real vibration, which feels okay but isn’t going to break through my nerves to turn me on. But the internal swirling…

Now I understand what the ribbing was for. It feels like… fuck, I don’t even know, but it isn’t enough. It’s firm, but soft. Everything feels overly wet from the lube, and when it rolls forward, right over my G-spot, fuck, it feels amazing.

I turn the rotate dial up, and like my pelvis is connected to the controller, I start to rock in place. The nerves are almost completely burned off and heat is pooling in my core.

Ready to have a bit more of a vibe going on, I slowly crank up the vibration dial, moving it to the halfway point. Just a little at a time. I am not losing my soul to this toy through my vagina.

The sound changes as the motor speeds up, not quite a hum, and then the pressure sensation turns to vibration as the front of the toy picks up speed.

And holy shit.

Holy shit.

I drop my head until my chin is almost touching my chest and abandon the controller to grip the edge of the leather, fingers digging into the front of the saddle. Heat like I have never felt before is flooding my clit, and I can’t stop myself from grinding down.

My stomach muscles clench. I feel like a spring getting tensioned tighter and tighter. The blood in my veins feels hot. All my attention is focused on the silicone between my thighs, watching where we connect through barely open eyes.

Thighs aching with the simultaneous need to close and spread wider, I feel myself getting wetter. With the added vibration, the dick inside of me makes my ass cheeks clench with each pulse of my pussy.

The fire burning through me is running a little too hot, and I’m getting to the edge way too fucking quickly. Has it even been a minute yet?

It doesn’t matter. I’m not ready to stop.

As much as my clit is screaming at me not to, I slow down the vibes until they are back down to a light rub. Then I turn up the speed on the rotation and grit my teeth, because fuck, now I’m super sensitive.

“Talk to me, little dove, how does it feel?”

I suck in two huge breaths of air and try to respond. “It’s so good, I almost came already. I’m wet now. My pussy is…it’s clenching around the dil-dildo. Oh shit.”

My breath catches as I rock with the toy stimulating my clit. I look through my lashes and the hair that has somehow escaped my braid and see Xavier watching me intently. His gaze never leaves the phone, and it almost feels like he is right here, with me.

“You’ve just gotten your first reward.”

Fuck me. Only one minute?

Goddamn. I am going to die. I don’t think I can do this for very long. I absolutely do not have the stamina or the willpower to stay on for long.

Okay, change of plans.

Two orgasms, plus a few extra minutes. That should be enough for a few more weeks of rewards.

Hopefully.

I raise my head so that Xavier can see my face before slowly turning up the speed on the vibrator. The more I turn it, the less I can feel my lips. My whole face, really.

Heat rushes to my clit and then out through my pelvis, down my thighs and up into my stomach so quickly, it feels as though my clit is actually on fire.

Everything goes dark, and I’m really hoping it’s only because my eyes closed and not because I passed out. Any muscle that is capable of clenching, clenches.

My breasts are tighter, the nipples aching.

Electricity zaps along my limbs, and my breathing is short and sharp.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod, ohmy…” The words sound far away, almost like they are underwater.

I’m burning from the inside out. I need to come, I need it so fucking bad. Wet, sloppy noises come from the toy, and the inside of my thighs feels slippery.

The edge is rushing toward me. I’m tight, so tight, I just need to…

I grind down onto the machine and fucking explode. Rocking my pelvis against the toy, I fuck the dildo in and out of me as I chase every flicker of fire from my orgasm, only turning down both dials when I become oversensitive.

But I make sure not to turn the rotation off, just the vibration.

My lungs burn as I inhale deeply, trying to catch my breath. My skin feels hot but cool, and sweat coats my back as I look at my phone and almost lose my shit.

Xavier’s eyes are not the only ones staring back at me. Both the lightest blue and darkest blue stare back at me now too.

Hudson and Darcy.

There is a fourth box, but it has a D with a pulsing green light around it.

Derek. But he hasn’t answered yet.

That’s fine.

“You are now up to seven rewards. Will you go for a few more?”

I nod my head, letting it drop forward. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Whenever you are ready, little dove.”

It doesn’t take long for the urge to move again to build. I’m really hoping that this second orgasm won’t be so quick. I just need to make it into the double digits.

I adjust the dial on the rotation to increase it the smallest amount, this time resolving to have it up to maximum before I touch the vibration.

“Play with your breasts. Squeeze your nipples. Play with yourself for us.” Darcy’s voice is thick and heavy, and it soothes something within me.

I turn up the dial again, gasping at the faster pace, then let go of the controller to cup both of my tits.

Using my thumbs, I rub back and forth over my tightened nipples, sending sharp zings into my core.

I apply more pressure, capturing my nipples between my thumbs and the side of my index fingers while squeezing my tits.

Rising up on my knees the smallest amount, I then slide back down, moaning the entire time. Little flickers of heat are building again, but there is also a hint of, again? Really?

Yes, fucking really.

I release one tit and turn up the dial again, and it hits the maximum setting. Grinding down on the toy, I roll my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against the ribbed pad. I don’t stop until finally, fucking finally, my clit starts to come back online.

Little tingles. Little streaks of pleasure.

Yes. That’s it.

I can do this.

I can come for them one more time. I can.

Placing my hands back down on the saddle, I start increasing the speed of vibrations as I fuck myself on the dildo, again.

I couldn’t give two fucks about the moans and noises I’m making, I just rock on this lower speed until I need more. Until the burn inside of me is screaming for it to be higher.

Heavy breathing comes from the phone, but I don’t look up. I need this orgasm.

Turning up the dial a little more, I have to fight to keep myself pressed down, a zip of oversensitivity still lurking. The soles of my feet feel weirdly hot as I turn the dial up even more. Not quite on the highest setting but fast enough that the silicone is back to the wet vibrating noise.

“Oh god, it’s right there. Fuck,” I moan, drawing out the word.

I’m lightheaded. All my muscles are clamped tight, my veins are burning, my lips are numb, I can barely breathe.

All sound disappears as I feel myself rising up, the edge right there in front of me. I turn the dial that last little bit, and where my last orgasm was a huge explosion, this one is more like tipping over the edge. My entire body convulses with each clench of my orgasm, over and over again.

I slump forward, pressing down harder into the vibrations. Every single part of my body feels hot and heavy. And it takes until my throat aches for me to notice that I’m quietly screaming, like my subconscious knew I couldn’t be loud but had to make noise to let out all this energy.

As soon as it turns from pleasure to discomfort, I flick both switches off, not bothering to slow anything down.

I stay hunched forward, my arms barely able to hold me up as I force in lungfuls of air. Shivers rack my body from the air-conditioned air moving over my flushed and sweaty body.

Fucking Soul Snatcher 3000.

Eventually, I manage to straighten up, and I try to focus on the camera.

There is only one set of eyes staring back at me. The intensity of the dark gaze makes my heart beat awkwardly in my chest.

Derek.

We stare at each other for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds before he disconnects.

A second later, a notification pops up and I see Xavier’s name.

Gingerly, I ease myself off the dildo, wincing as things rub awkwardly, and then crawl forward to grab the phone out of the holder. Flopping down onto my back on the rubber floor, I hold the phone above my head and open the message.

Xavier: You’ve earned yourself seventeen more rewards.

I look at the last message sent before this one and my chest constricts. It’s my message in the group chat, begging them to let me explain.

Laughter bubbles in my throat.

This man is… This man is mine. Savage as fuck. But also, mine. Even if the others don’t want me anymore, I’m keeping Xavier. And I’m pretty sure he is keeping me.