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"Ted," I whimper as his sweet, slow assault pushes me to a place I might be a little terrified of, a place where themoreisn't just bodies, a place that's forbidden outside of this dark, silent place.
"Shh," he grumbles.
"No, Ted, wait. I need-I-I need–" I don't know what I need.
"You need to stop calling me that."
It almost hurts my feelings, like he thinks I'm not good enough to call him by his first name. But then it clicks that it's much sillier than that, and I take it as a welcome escape from the more serious place I was going. "Do you . . . do you not like your name?" I giggle, and thankfully he's the only one here because I don't want anyone else to know I'm capable of giggling.
Ted's chuckle is a much lower octave, one I swear I feel right on my clit, staggering my breath and making my pussy seize up around him. "I'm glad you find this amusing, my little whore."
"I'm not a whore,Ted," I bite back, and that's enough for him to catch the backs of my knees on his shoulders and fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me harder.
"You'remywhore," he insists, "and if you want to come, you'll remember that."
"Yes, sir," I grump, but it earns me a very nice purr from him.
"I don't expect you to call me that, but I don't mind it, either." And just to prove it's enough for now, he sits up to rub my clit, bringing me to what absolutely has to be my last orgasm of the night if I want to survive it, before finishing himself.
He lets my legs fall to the side, but instead of lying next to me or getting up entirely, he scoots his knees beneath my ass and drags me up so that his cock can stay in me a little while longer. All that cum he just flooded me with has to be pooling in there. Some of it's bound to trickle in deeper.
"I want to make a deal with you, Baylee," he says, his tone serious even though his hands are mindlessly rubbing my belly, not so much like I’m a pregnant woman as I’m a family pet. "I told you the world owes you nothing, and I owe you fifty thousand dollars, plus room and board and medical while this baby grows in you and another million when my baby is in my arms."
He says it with such confidence that I let him have this fantasy. Even if I do have a baby, no one will know who's the father until it's born.
"You're a brat, and that's your right. I’m not paying you to not be a brat. I’m paying you to be my little whore." He pauses, and I swear I hear him smile when he says, "You see, that wasn't so difficult. You're mine, Baylee. Not for much longer, but right now, you're mine. And I get why you're a brat, life's been hard, and you haven't had many reasons to trust others."
"From what I've seen, trust never helps anyone."
"Hmm. Yes, trust is tricky. Everyone you know will break your trust at some point. But the good things that come from trust – from a healthy amount of trust – can be immeasurable. So tomorrow, when we all have brunch, I would like to trust you to be a good girl for me so I don't have to punish you again."
"What exactly does that mean?" I ask because I don't trust him.
His dark laugh proves I'm right to be leery. "You will sit by my side. You will add nothing to the conversation the entire brunch because I can't trust that you won't inherently be bratty without meaning to. You will only talk when you are spoken to, and you will use your manners. You will say both please and thank you. You will sit properly, with a napkin in your lap, and you will not wear that fucking hoodie. You will dress appropriately. If you're not sure what that means, you will ask Addison for help. In fact, youwillask Addison for help. And before everyone leaves, you will walk around the table and thank every man there for coming in your pussy and calling you a whore because you are a whore."
I hate this. I hate every single part about this. The only thing that makes me consider it at all is the fact that after tomorrow, I'm gone from here forever.
"And why would I agree to this?"
"Because you'll be rewarded for it."
"With what?"
He parts my knees to make space for himself to bend down and kiss me. "That's why it's a trust exercise. You'll have to trust that what I'll give you is worth it."
Ten
I feel farmore pride than I should when Baylee walks out onto the shaded porch wearing a loose but flattering teal dress. It brushes lightly over her thighs as she strolls to me, surprisingly confident in her three-inch heels. The menacing art on her legs is fading, just like I predicted it would. But now I'm noticing that on her thigh is a strawberry with pigment as rich as ever, and I'm jealous of the hem of her skirt for getting the opportunity to brush over it when it should be my lips.
Her hair isn't in hastily twisted braids but straightened and sleek, the rich brown a breath away from black shining in the sunlight. Having raised two daughters, both of whom went through drastically different make-up tutorial phases in their high school years, I recognize the sheer bronzer and the highlight, the cut crease and the layers of lip gloss, all of which make Baylee look exactly like Baylee.
But enhanced.
I suck in a breath. She's not mine. The only thing I can hope for here is that this ends up being more than a money-making scheme for her, that she takes what I've told her these few days home with her along with that money and has a better life for it.
And I hope she behaves today because she's going to be rewarded whether she deserves it or not, but she needs to learn that you really do catch more flies with honey than vinegar. And while there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself, being on the defensive to the point of rejecting the kindness of others will ultimately hold you back.
She sees me, recognizing me immediately by the fox mask I'm back in. Underneath all that shimmer, I see her cheeks go rosy. Her skin is dark enough I doubt the rest of the men will notice it, but I do, and I love it even as it reminds me that she's barely older than my Sophie, whom I still compulsively buy stuffed animals for when she's had a bad day. She's even given me a list of suitable brands that are trendy enough that she won't look like a baby to the other girls in her dorm.
