Page 46 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

Something is missing from this outfit.

I mean, the entire thing is super cute and makes me feel something between a sixties housewife and one of the chicks from Grease . But it’s not… it’s not the right vibe. Especially after the schoolgirl outfit last week.

That outfit made Derek so, so mad, steam practically came out of his ears.

I need to level up this week.

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror—the Hudson-approved one for my bedroom will be arriving this afternoon—I try to work out what I can change that’ll give me the reaction I want from Derek.

The pink knee-length A-line skirt, with thick vertical pleats from my waist, couldn’t be more perfect if it tried. My favorite thing about the skirt is the deep pockets. I have no idea why they make women’s clothing with no pockets, or even worse, fake pockets.

I’ve paired the skirt with a white button-up, but instead of doing all the buttons and tucking it into the skirt, like the saleswoman showed me, I’ve tied it into a knot just below my tits.

A thin strip of skin shows between the waistband of the skirt and the bottom of the shirt—my hope is that when I have my back to Derek, he’ll see that my marks are all well and truly gone and be hit with the urge to give me new ones.

I’m also wearing my gifted necklace and bracelet, and my brand-new smartwatch. That was one of the purchases yesterday that came home with me in the car.

Just thinking about the car ride back to campus has satisfaction flowing through me.

Especially when the cut on my tongue gave me a little extra zing down my spine from the way Hudson’s dick rubbed along it.

We’d stayed in that parking lot for what felt like hours, cuddling and kissing like we were trying to absorb each other.

By the time things calmed down, it was so dark that I could barely see Hudson’s face an inch from mine.

The one good thing about the darkness was the cover it provided to get back into my building. Getting all the bags to my dorm on my own was another mission altogether, but there was absolutely no way that I was going to let Hudson get caught inside student housing.

I may want them above everything else, but I’m not entirely reckless. I don’t want them to lose their jobs.

It took two trips and one final kiss, but I got all my things into my room. Hudson didn’t say much to me in those last few minutes before my goodbye. He just stared, as if trying to memorize my face. I’m pretty sure he would have kept me there with him forever if I hadn’t yawned.

With my last few bags in hand, I walked to the building’s door and glanced back to see him standing in the opening made by the driver’s door, one hand on the roof as he continued to watch.

I blew him a kiss, then waved before scanning my security pass and dashing into the building. I felt like a thief sneaking into my dorm so quietly, but I managed to get all my bags into my room, with bonus points for not waking Oakley.

Though I still haven’t seen her this morning, I know she’s here because of the murmuring from the other side of her closed bedroom door.

Waking up to an empty bed this morning left me feeling a little off-kilter.

I’d assumed that, after figuring out Xavier’s little secret, he would be with me every night and morning.

Instead, I struggled out of bed and went out into the main living space, only to find a breakfast wrap, hot chocolate, and a red rose waiting for me.

It didn’t even occur to me to be careful when I picked up the rose. As soon as I reached for it, a thorn dug in and a bead of blood appeared on the tip of my finger. The realization that he’d bought a rose with thorns for this exact purpose hit me.

Not wanting to disappoint him, I returned to my room and grabbed my phone. It was a juggle to get the camera app open with my non-dominant hand, but once I did, I snapped a picture and sent it to him.

Remembering this, I scoop up my phone to see if there is a reply from him, but there isn’t. But I do have messages from my other daddies.

Darcy: Good morning, princess. I spoke with my agent, and she’ll be sending over a contract for you to have a look at as the model for my next collection. I’ll put together a list of lawyers that you can choose from to check the details for you.

Darcy: Drive Derek crazy today x

I giggle—fucking, giggle—at his last message and give it a thumbs-up. But also, a lawyer? Is that necessary? Won’t I just be lying in whatever position he puts me and zoning out for several hours while he draws or paints?

I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the contract says.

As I head back out to sit at the table and eat my breakfast, I open Hudson’s first message to find a picture of the delivery information from Saks Fifth Avenue, followed by instructions.

Hudson: Meet me in my office after our class?

I reply that I will, bubbles of excitement popping in my tummy. My plan is working. Like, actually working. If I’m being completely honest with myself, I didn’t think it would work, let alone this fast.

Xavier. Darcy. Hudson.

Now I just need to figure out how to get Derek to want me again. As much as having three out of the four makes me fucking happy, like, really fucking happy, not having all four is not an option.

Seeing the three of them without him there would be a massive reminder that Daddy is missing. I won’t accept anything less than all four. And I also will not be the reason that there is any strain on their friendship. They come as a set or not at all.

Snickering at my own pun, I take a bite out of the breakfast wrap and moan out loud. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a smoky sauce. This is fucking delicious. I check the logo on the packaging—not Grinder. The Happy Friends Café.

Huh, I’ll have to look it up later.

Chewing, I redirect my brain to the plan.

Winning Xavier back didn’t really take any effort on my part. I have a feeling he’ll never let me go. The bastard is probably going to follow me into the grave.

Darcy was all pure luck. If Oaks hadn’t thought she’d seen Xavier and tried to follow him, we never would have found out about the life art model job.

And him losing himself to his art, while I’d lain there, posed to his liking so that he could draw every line of my body?

Damn, I couldn’t have come up with a better plan.

Once he gave in to his need for me, there was no dialing it back.

And with Hudson, I simply turned the tables on him and used his kink for semi-public, free-use sex against him. Not that he was that simple of a man, but the back and forth of caring and ice prince told me that he was conflicted enough that I only had to push the right buttons to get him cave.

He doesn’t ever have to know that I turned those buttons into my own personal game of whack-a-mole.

Everything is falling into place. I just need to figure out what will break Derek’s resolve. Could I use the same technique that I used on Hudson, on Derek? Would uno-reversing his kink on him be enough to get him there?

The only time I get with him each week is in class. Which instantly rules out impact play—it’s not like I can ask him to spank me in front of our entire class.

He is an absolute control freak when it comes to the bedroom. So, maybe I need to make him feel out of control. But the question is, how?

I take a sip of the hot chocolate and another bite of the wrap, not really tasting either, as ideas turn over in my head.

Talking to him in class has only gotten me so far. I’ve tried being the super polite student and then the annoyingly interruptive brat, but besides the clenching of his jaw, he barely gives me a reaction.

I need to find a way to tease him. To push him right to the edge without having to get close to him or talk to him, all while sitting among a roomful of other students.

Then it hits me. Derek isn’t just into control and impact play. A memory from that first night, of him sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom while his three friends fucked and overstretched my pussy, shoots through me and lights a small spark of heat in my core.

He loves to watch.

His gaze was dark and hungry, like he was holding back while his friends took their turn. Waiting to eat me like I was his last meal.

Well, maybe I need to show him what he’s missing out on. What he could have every day of the week if he would freaking talk to me.

But the question is, how? How am I going to give him a show in a classroom full of people? I can’t exactly carry the Sybian into class, even if I had the time to go and get it this morning.

And I don’t have any sex toys…

Actually…wait. Yes, I do.

Jumping up, I go to my bedside table, open the top drawer, then shove all the panties to the side until I locate the little piece of U-shaped purple silicone.

Holding Hudson’s phone-controlled toy that they basically tortured me with at Lizzote’s and on the car ride home, I know exactly what I’m going to do.

I hike up my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs before rubbing the wider side of the toy against my pussy. After a few glides over my entrance, it slips inside of me, and I wince a little, the whole thing feeling a bit uncomfortable, which I attribute to my current lack of horniness.

But I will be horny soon, with how the little ribbed piece that is pressed against my clit is already bringing the heat as I move it around, trying to get it in a better position.

As I take a seat on the edge of my bed, the internal arm rubs a spot inside of me that makes me want to press my thighs together, and I have to suppress a shiver.

Pushing my panties all the way down to my ankles, I drop a pillow onto the floor between my feet and prop my phone on it so that it’s aimed up at the purple silicone.

I set the timer, scoot forward so that I’m fully on display, then start the timer, quickly leaning back until my face is out of the shot, with my pelvis curled like I’m grinding into the toy.

When I’m sure the photo has been taken, I pick up the phone and check the image.

Perfect.

I open the group text thread and type out a quick message.

Me: I found an accessory to wear to class today.

Then I send the picture.

Now my outfit is perfect.