With hands that tremble the slightest amount, I open the chat and type out my reply.
Me:Of course I’m here. I told you, I will watch whatever you would like to show me.
Me:Are you going to show me how you make yourself come?
She releases a shaky exhale and nods as two bodies land on the couch on either side of me. I can feel someone leaning on the back by my shoulder, all four of us with our eyes plastered to my flatscreen.
Me:Have you already started? Or were you waiting for me to arrive?
“Waiting,” she says, licking her lower lip before she continues, her hand reaching down between her thighs—her brace-less hand. “Can I start now?”
Me:One more question.
Me:Why this? Why today?
Did something happen? I know she had her study group with William today. Xavier watched them the entire time we were at dinner and for the majority of the car ride home. Even thinking his name makes the dark parts of me throb with irritation.
Emery glances away from the camera, wiggling her hips and pushing the cock in the tiniest amount. My jaw aches with how hard I clench it, my cock so hard in my pants that I have to recline back to give it space.
“I just…I need this. And I need you to watch.” She bites her lip, then seems to make a decision about something because she turns to look at the camera, some of the haziness in her eyes clearing. “I used to have someone who liked to watch, and I miss…that. Knowing his eyes were on me while I was being—while I came. It just made it more, somehow. I want that again. If that’s okay?”
The little self-deprecating shrug she does seems to make her shrink in on herself, like an account called EyesOnYou wouldn’t want to watch what she is offering.
Me:Of course that’s okay, baby girl. I just wanted to make sure you were doing this because it is something you want, not because you think I want it.
“Are you trying to talk her out of it?” Darcy mutters from beside me. He, too, is reclining.
Emery’s gaze flickers over the chat and her breathing hitches.
“She needs to know she doesn’t have to do this,” I state, not willing to budge on this. Emery needs to understand that she has all the power here. Maybe not all the information, but definitely all the power.
She can make this stop whenever she wants.
“I know, and I do want this. I think I’ve wanted it all day. I…can I ask you something?” Her hazel eyes are wide, and her bottom lip disappears into her mouth.
Me:Anything. Always.
“Can I, I mean, what do I call you? Are you a daddy?”
The way she stumbles over her words has my heart in my throat. She misses us.
Me:Daddy is perfect. Feel free to moan it as loud as you need to.
Me:And there is no need to beg or ask for permission.
Me:You make that pretty little pussy come all over that cock as slow or as fast as you like.
She squirms in place before she presses a little more of the cock into her, her pussy opening wider around it. “I’m only allowed to use the fourth setting.”
Three heads whip around to glare at Hudson.
“Explain.” My demand cracks between the three of us.
Hudson raises an eyebrow at us. “It was the second rule. She’s only allowed to use the fourth setting.”
I think about all the toys that we have access to and feel my frustration at him build. “Four is too far down the list for it to be any sort of consistent pattern.”
“Fuck, it’s like a fucking triangle,” Darcy sputters, looking at something on his phone. “She’ll never be able to orgasm from that. It’ll only be half a second on the maximum setting.”
