Page 56 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

Derek looks mad. Like, really fucking mad. Furious, even.

Maybe I have bitten off a little more than I can chew.

My stomach drops to somewhere near my feet as I eye the way his belt is clutched between his hands. “I don’t remember asking for a spanking.”

“You did. And you taunted. If you’re going to act like a brat, you are going to be treated like a brat.

If you’re going to speak with a filthy mouth, then you are going to have to deal with the consequences.

” Derek’s eyes are pitch-black as he folds the belt over, creating a loop, his voice filled with a menace I have yet to hear from him.

“Turn around and bend over the desk, Emery.”

Heat mixes with nerves in my stomach. Yep, definitely bit off more than I can chew. “N-no.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Turn around and bend over. Now.”

I shake my head but can’t form any words as cement fills my legs while my heart tries to escape my body. The edges of my vision start to blur as panic alarms ring inside my head.

“That isn’t a safe word,” he mocks, darkened eyes glimmering as he takes a step forward so that we almost touch.

His proximity forces me to look up, straining my neck, and I kind of wish I hadn’t.

I’ve never seen this version of Derek, not even when he had me strapped down to his spanking bench. And definitely not when he sat in the hotel armchair and watched his friends stretch my pussy wide enough to take two dicks.

This isn’t Daddy.

The menace radiating from him makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Jaw tight, pupils blown, with all expression wiped from his face. He looks like he wants to eat me or murder me—I’m not sure which. But I have definitely pushed too far.

Maybe an apology will work?

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it, I promise to be good.

I’ve missed you so much and you won’t tell me what’s going on.

I just wanted to make sure you still care.

” I lower my gaze from his as I whisper the words, terrified that additional volume will only anger the beast that sits just below his skin.

He laughs, but it isn’t an amused laugh. It’s dark and makes my stomach twist and my heart rate increase. “Baby, I care too fucking much. Now, either use your safe word and get the fuck out of my office, or turn around and put your hands on the goddamn desk and stick your pretty little ass out.”

I snap up to look at him again, mouth opening and closing before I finally find some words, even though my insides are threatening to shatter. “Are those my only choices?”

As Derek just stares at me, a sour feeling turns my stomach on itself.

I…

I actually don’t know what to do right now.

Is he going to hurt me? Like, actually hurt me, not like the pain that turns to pleasure? But the pain that stays as pain? Was I really bad enough to need that? I didn’t mean to take it this far. I just wanted a reaction from him.

But if my only options are to take the punishment or use my safe word and leave…I have to take the punishment, right? Because the last thing I want to do is leave.

This is what I came here for—not the punishment, but to form a connection with him again. And if this is how I’m going to get that back, then I have to follow the order.

My throat grows tight and tears burn the backs of my eyes as I turn on the spot and place my hands on the edge of the desk, arms trembling under my weight.

“Stretch out farther.”

Obediently, I place my palms just past the halfway point on his desk, accidentally bumping his mouse and lighting up his computer screen. I wait in place, but nothing happens, except for one of my tears overflowing my lashes and landing on his desk.

Then the belt is placed beside my hand on the dark wood before fingers grip either side of my denim skirt and the entire thing is flipped up to expose my pink-panties-covered ass.

Biting my lip, I manage to hold in my whimper as he drags my panties down to the underside of my ass, leaving me completely exposed to his viewing.

“Your behavior has disappointed me greatly, Emery.” His inhale is audible, and my knees want to cave under his displeasure.

“Because this is your first punishment, you are only going to get three strikes. You will count each one. They will be quick. They will not be gentle. Hopefully, you’ll remember this the next time you decide to run your mouth just to get a reaction out of me. Tell me you understand.”

The belt drags along the top of the desk, and as it disappears from view, my heart feels like it is going to explode out of my chest. Another tear falls and my stomach clenches with the knowledge that I have disappointed him so badly. “I understand, Daddy.”

He shifts behind me, making space. “Count.”

That is the only warning I get before there is a whoosh of air and my skin lights up like a thousand needles have just stabbed into my ass cheek. I gasp, practically choking on the air as it collides with the scream that rushes up my throat. Oh, god. “O-one.”

It burns. It burns so bad. Like a giant, fiery brand freshly pressed into my flesh. The skin feels raised already, and I know that these marks will be the worst I have ever received from him.

I barely manage a second breath before I feel the air shift and another stripe comes down. My back arches under the pain, and I throw my head back as I try to absorb some of the heat, fingers digging into the desk. Anything to make it hurt even a little less.

“Two.” My sobs carry the word out into the silence that is the rest of the office, and a tiny piece of me hopes that someone hears the noise and comes to investigate. Rescue me from this situation I’ve gotten myself into. But then I dash the thought away.

I don’t want us to get caught. I want this. I want him. I was bad. I need to do this so that he knows I can be good for him. That I can be his baby girl again.

My heart is tumbling around in my chest and my thighs are trembling, knees barely holding me up, and my body screaming at me to run away, to say red , to save myself. But I can’t. I was bad and this is my punishment.

Then maybe Daddy will want to keep me again.

I was bad.

I was—

“Ah!” I cry out, the third strike of the leather belt coming down right in between the first two, adding more fire to the edges of the others. Tears stream down my cheeks, sweat beading on my forehead and down my spine as I manage to make the final count. “Three.”

My pulse pounds in my head, blocking out all other sounds.

He spanked me. With his belt.

I was spanked.

My brain trips over the thought, unsure how to process what just happened.

But then there is something hot and warm at the entrance of my pussy, pushing in past the lips painfully until it slides all the way in, forcing itself into my tightness.

“Daddy, no, that hurts,” I whine as it registers that it’s not his fingers slipping into me. I slam my eyes shut and try to breathe through my nose as the abused skin of my ass lights up with fresh pain as Derek’s pelvis presses into it, his dick stretching my pussy, my legs trapped by my panties.

The fronts of my thighs dig into the edge of the desk, and then a hand presses between my rounded shoulder blades, forcing my back down until my chest lies against his desk.

Derek pulls back and thrusts back inside of me, hitting something deep that aches with this new angle.

I cry out at the discomfort and try to raise up on my tiptoes, to angle away from the pain, but he immediately puts a halt to that plan by putting a hand at the top of my ass and pressing his thumb to my puckered asshole.

“Don’t fucking move, Emery. You’re going to take your punishment like the good girl you normally are.” The implied threat that he’ll put something in my ass if I don’t is enough to make the tears start up again.

I can’t stop the noises that every one of his thrusts cause me to make, whimpers and moans. Attempting to stifle the sounds and be good for him, I turn my face and crush my mouth against my forearm.

But then there is fire in my scalp and my head is yanked back.

“Don’t hide your pain from me. I want to hear it. Beg me to stop. Tell me how much it hurts. If you can convince me that you truly are sorry, I might even let you come.” That black tone still fills his words, and my pussy tightens around his dick.

But I do as I’m told and stop trying to contain the pain.

I whimper and moan, cry with wrenching sobs, and manage to get out a few words here and there.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. I promise, I’ll be good. Please stop, it hurts so bad. The m-marks, they burn, Daddy. Pl-please stop.”

But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches between us, shoves my panties down to my ankles, and then hikes up one of my legs so that my knee rests on the desk and fucks me even deeper.

“No, no, no. Owwwww, my pussy hurts. You’re too big. I can’t, Daddy. Please. It hurts, it hurts. I promise to be good. I’ll be your perfect girl again. Please stop.”

He still doesn’t listen. If anything, he fucks me harder, shifting the desk beneath me with every forceful thrust. All the knickknacks on the tabletop rattle around, and I don’t know if I can take this for much longer.

I open my eyes to try to distract myself. Except, that’s when I see the framed picture, hidden behind books on the shelf next to his desk and angled so that only someone behind the desk can see it.

My drawing.

The one I drew for him at the apartment, with me bent over the spanking bench and him waiting to flog me.

My heart beats heavily and my throat aches.

He still cares.

And if he still cares, that means he must still want me too.

And not just the fuck me against his desk kind of want, either.

Closing my eyes once more, I take a deep breath and try to relax, to help ease into this rather than bracing against it.

Untensing all my muscles as he thrusts into me is difficult, but I fully sag against the table, my foot coming off the ground and just letting his motions rock my body.

It’s like that was exactly what he’s been waiting for because he pulls out, lifts me up and positions me on my back, ass hanging off the edge, before thrusting back in and gathering my ankles in his hands.

“Hold your thighs to your chest,” he growls as he picks up his pace.

I do as I’m told, quickly drawing them back and gasping around the stuffed-full sensation. “Oh fuck, I’m so full, Daddy. My pussy is so stretched.”

This new angle pulls at my clit, bringing a little burn and pull with each slide in.

Derek releases one of my ankles, brings his thumb to his mouth, sucks on it, then lowers it to my clit. “You’ve been so naughty this last week. Flirting in my classroom. Talking back to me on Darcy’s phone. That video call. You’ve been asking for a punishment for over a week.”

I groan and drop my head back against the desk, the lowly simmering heat in my core jumping up as his thumb flicks back and forth over my clit, in time with his thrusts. “I have, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be good from now on. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Good girl, baby. I believe you. Come when you’re ready,” he grits out, the harsh edge gone and replaced with the Daddy I’m used to.

He doesn’t ease up with his thrusts or with how he is playing with my clit. My abs tighten with every step I take closer to the edge, heat pooling and spreading throughout my body. My tits ache behind my bra, and I can hear how wet we are together.

“Come on, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock. Nice and loud, give it to me.”

He applies a little more pressure with his thumb, flicking faster, and I’m done. Fireworks explode inside of me, so hot, I’m sure I’m burning from the inside out.

My upper body arches away from the desk, and I let out my moan, not keeping it quiet at all. Derek’s thrusts start to slow, and I wonder if I missed his orgasm, but then he withdraws as aftershocks still pulse through me.

Something falls to the ground, and then I am being picked up from under my arms and dragged off the desk. I fall into Derek and try to stand, skirt still up around my waist, but he puts pressure on my shoulders, causing my shaky knees to collapse beneath me.

I land heavily on my knees, but thankfully I land on something soft. I only get a quick glance down at what I think might be his balled-up jacket before my hair is tugged on and my face is forced up and his dick is shoved into my mouth and the taste of my cum floods my mouth.

“I’m going to come in this filthy little mouth to clean it out. Do not swallow.”

Both of his hands slide into my hair and hold my head in place as he starts to fuck my mouth, not giving a shit that I’m gagging and gasping, that my nose is being smashed into his groin. My hands fly up to his thighs, and I try to steady myself against the onslaught.

He uses my mouth and throat to chase his orgasm, and I do my best to let him.

It doesn’t take long for Derek to pull back and jerk himself off just over my lips. He keeps his dick aimed into my mouth, the head resting on my parted lips, his hot cum coating my tongue in spurts as he moans and grunts through his orgasm.

As ordered, I don’t swallow, staying perfectly still as he braces his hand on the edge of the desk over my shoulder, breathing heavily, his dick still resting just inside of my mouth.

Eventually, he starts to soften, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to let him fall out. With one hand in my hair, he keeps his dick just inside my mouth as he reaches behind him to pull his chair toward us.

Still holding my head, he takes a seat, legs spread on either side of me, forcing my mouth to stay full of him.

Derek looks down at me, most of his harsh edges almost all smoothed out. “Scoot under the table.”

I do as requested and slowly knee walk until I’m completely covered by the darkness beneath his desk. All I can see is his chest and face, the desk cutting off everything else.

Derek stares down at me, his features softening that last little bit as he strokes fingers through my hair. “My baby girl. So good for me. I have some work to finish, and you are going to keep my cock warm for me while I do it. Remember, no swallowing.”

Then his hand disappears from my hair as he begins to type on his keyboard, leaving me to warm his cock, a glowy feeling flooding my system and making me sleepy.