Coffee & Cream

His Ladybug

EMRYS

I dropped Darcelle off at her place so she could change for school and grab whatever she needed. No one from school stayed in her area, so there was no need to worry about anyone seeing us together, but the habit of keeping things discreet was ingrained in me.

I couldn’t have her showing up wearing my clothes—that would raise too many questions, and our school was full of busybodies, nosy as hell. Wealth always brings a certain kind of attention, and Darcelle wasn’t exactly the type to attract it on her own, not in the way Isabelle or I did. Wearing designer pieces would’ve been like wearing a neon sign—too obvious.

I dialed Isabelle. It was time to smooth things over and put on the performance she needed from me.

"Hey, baby," I began, sliding into the role effortlessly. "I’m sorry about missing your show. I’ll be at the next one. I promise."

I didn't mean a word of it. I couldn’t care less about her petty concerts or the drama that came with them, but I knew exactly what to say.

Her voice brightened on the other end, relief seeping through. "Oh, sugar bear, I was worried we were still fighting. I shouldn’t have pushed you."

She lapped it up like a hungry puppy, the sincerity I rehearsed landing perfectly. I pulled out the classics, wrapping an arm around her waist in my mind as I whispered into the phone, “I love you.” It was easy—mechanical almost, but it did the job. She needed to hear those words. The fact that I didn't feel an ounce of what they were supposed to mean was irrelevant.

She responded loudly, almost theatrically, her words pitched just enough so anyone nearby could hear, "I love you too!" The power couple was back, her reign re-secured. Isabelle loved the optics, loved the idea of being with me more than the actual me. And that worked for me. Her whole world revolved around making sure every girl knew I was hers. What she didn’t know was that my real affection, the part of me that wasn’t entirely fake, was with someone she didn’t even consider a threat.

Darcelle.

Isabelle scoffed at her whenever she saw her in the halls. “She’s such a virgin,” she’d sneer, eyes narrowed in disapproval, unable to grasp why someone like Mal would even look her way. “It’s probably just her body. Once he gets what he wants, he’ll move on.”

I’d laugh along, but it pissed me off. She didn’t get it, couldn’t comprehend what Darcelle had that she didn’t. Darcelle was different—real. She wasn’t like the rest of these shallow people chasing clout and status. She could keep up with me, both in conversation and in bed, and that was something Isabelle would never understand.

Later that afternoon, I saw Mal with Darcelle and Nathan as they were leaving the campus. His arm slung around her shoulder like he owned the place, and that smile—the one she used to save for Nathan—was now being directed at Mal. It grated on me, seeing her smile like that for someone else. Before Mal, that smile was mine. Nathan didn’t even know it, but he wasn’t competition. Mal, though—Mal had become a problem.

I’d been keeping tabs on him. Knew his schedule, where he hung out, even where he lived. It wasn’t hard; people like him don’t hide well, not from someone like me. I watched as Mal offered them a ride, and as Nathan and Darcelle climbed into his car, I clenched my jaw. I hated it. But I’d play the long game. I always do.

Slipping a cigarette between my lips, I lit it and leaned against a wall, watching as they drove off. Isabelle came running toward me, oblivious, and I caught her mid-air as she jumped into my arms. "You’re light as a feather," I said, the words automatic, my lips pressing perfunctory kisses to her cheeks. She giggled, eating up the attention while one of her friends groaned.

“Get a room, you two,” the friend called out, but the joke wasn’t funny. If we did get a room, nothing interesting would happen. Isabelle didn’t excite me. Darcelle did.

When I finally made it home, the first thing I did was call Dee—Darcelle. I didn’t really care if she was okay. I needed to know if she was with Mal.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice soft, laced with exhaustion.

“You alright?” I asked, keeping my tone casual. “Or are you with Mal?” I added, masking the possessiveness beneath the question.

“No,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “I’m sleepy... and hungry. I don’t know which to deal with first.”

I smiled to myself. Typical Darcelle. “I’ll send you some food. Chinese, from that place you love.” She’d never admit it, but I knew her fridge was probably empty. I always took care of her, even if she didn’t ask for it. “Rest up. I’ll swing by in the morning.”

Her gratitude came through the phone in soft tones. “Thank you, Em. You’re the best,” she murmured, blowing kisses through the line. I smirked.

“Keep your phone close,” I told her, ending the call.

I quickly called the restaurant—The Red Dragon. It was the best Chinese spot in the city, expensive and exclusive, but nothing was too much for her. I ordered everything I knew she loved: egg rolls, General Tso’s chicken, chow mein, wonton soup, chicken fried rice, crispy honey garlic chicken. I threw in extras too—dumplings, mooncakes, and even some Chinese walnut cookies. Enough food to last her a few days, not just tonight.

I shot her a text with the estimated delivery time, leaning back in my chair, satisfied. I knew her routine, her classes, her work schedule. She didn’t have anything in the morning, and that was perfect. I’d make sure I was the first thing she saw when she woke up, not Mal.

******

The next morning, I pulled up to Dee's place in a car that didn’t scream my name. Subtle. Discreet. Under the radar. I knocked on her door in the way that she knew was mine. Three taps, a pause, then one more. A rhythm that only we shared. She opened the door, her sleepy eyes lighting up when she saw me. Without a word, she pulled me into a hug, her body soft against mine as she murmured a thank you for the Chinese food from last night.

I leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of my breath on her neck. "Show me how grateful you are," I whispered, my voice rough, commanding.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine—innocent and wicked at the same time. The way she always looked at me. Her fingers worked quickly, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and freeing me. Without hesitation, she took me in her mouth, her lips soft and warm as they wrapped around me.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, gathering it into a fist, guiding her movements. "Good girl," I muttered, my grip tightening as I pushed her down further, making her gag. The sound was music to my ears, and I felt a dark, primal satisfaction in the control. Her lips tightened around me, and I thrust my hips forward, watching her eyes water as she struggled to take me deeper.

"Yeah, just like that... deeper," I growled, my voice low. I pulled her head back slightly, then thrust forward again, feeling her throat constrict around me. "You look so good like this, baby. So f*****g good."

She moaned around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. My hips snapped forward again, her gagging louder now. I couldn’t take it anymore. The raw need, the urge to have her, all of her. With one swift motion, I lifted her off her knees and carried her to the bedroom. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips brushing against my jaw as I kicked the door open.

I threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing lightly against the mattress. My eyes raked over her, watching as she lay there, sprawled out, waiting for me. There was something so perfect about the way she submitted, the way she gave herself to me without hesitation.

I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I kissed her hard. My tongue explored her mouth, tasting, devouring. I pulled back, just enough to look down at her. "You missed me, didn’t you?" I murmured, my voice dripping with lust.

"Yeah... Daddy, I missed you," she breathed, her voice a mix of need and desperation.

I smirked, dragging my lips down her neck, biting at the soft flesh there before moving lower. My hands roamed her body, tugging off her shirt, her bra. I sucked a n****e into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak before releasing it with a pop. My fingers pinched her other n****e, twisting it lightly. She whimpered, her hips bucking up toward mine.

"f**k, you’re so wet already," I said, slipping my hand between her legs, feeling the slickness there. I pulled her shorts and panties off in one swift motion, tossing them aside. Her legs fell open for me, her body completely laid out, open, vulnerable.

I positioned myself between her legs, placing them on my shoulders. I rubbed the tip of my c**k against her entrance, teasing her, feeling her squirm beneath me. "Tell me how much you want it," I demanded.

"Please, Daddy... I want you so bad," she whimpered, her voice breathless.

I pushed into her, slowly at first, watching her face contort with pleasure as I stretched her. Her mouth fell open, a soft moan escaping her lips. I groaned as I filled her, every inch of me buried deep inside her. "f**k, you’re so tight," I hissed, pulling back before thrusting into her again, harder this time.

Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets as I set a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, more desperate with each thrust. I gripped her hips, angling them so I could go deeper. I reached up, grabbing one of her breasts, giving it a rough squeeze before smacking it lightly. Her moans turned into a sharp gasp, and I smirked at how easily I could push her to the edge.

I watched as her toes curled, so I grabbed her foot, placing her toe in my mouth, sucking on it as I thrust into her harder. Her wetness coated me, making every thrust smoother, faster. "You like that, huh?" I asked, biting down on her toe, feeling her walls clench around me.

"Yes, yes, Daddy... f**k, I’m so close," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as I continued to pound into her.

But I wasn’t done playing. Just as I felt her body tighten, just as I knew she was about to come, I pulled out. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she looked up at me, her body trembling with need.

"Why—why’d you stop?" she pleaded, her voice almost desperate.

I smirked, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I leaned over her, pinning her hands down again. "Because you don’t get to come until I say so," I whispered darkly, my lips brushing against her ear. "You’re being punished, remember?"

Her eyes were wide, filled with frustration and lust. "Please, I’ll be good... I’ll be so good," she begged, her voice shaky.

I chuckled, placing her legs over my shoulders again, thrusting into her hard. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, baby."

We moved in sync, her body molding perfectly to mine as I took her, thrust after thrust. Her moans filled the room, blending with the sound of skin against skin. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," I finally growled, slamming into her with everything I had.

And she did. Her body shook, her walls squeezing around me as she cried out my name. I followed soon after, spilling into her, my body collapsing against hers. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath.

She laughed softly, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "Finally, I missed that, Daddy."

I smirked, rolling off of her and laying beside her. "I know, baby." I kissed her shoulder, my hand sliding lazily over her body. "Got a blunt?" I asked.

She grinned, rolling over to her nightstand. Within moments, she had expertly rolled a blunt, lighting it up and taking the first drag. I leaned in, catching the smoke from her lips, inhaling it deeply before exhaling with a satisfied sigh.

We lay there, passing the blunt back and forth, the tension easing out of our bodies. I noticed her math textbook sitting on the floor beside the bed. "You finish the homework for today?" I asked, my voice casual.

She groaned, rolling her eyes. "I did... but there’s a couple of problems I couldn’t figure out. I was gonna ask the professor."

I laughed, making a dark joke about her professor before offering to help. At first, she didn’t believe I could, but eventually, she handed the book over. I showed her how to solve one of the problems, and she managed to do the other one on her own.

"Not bad, huh?" I smirked, leaning back on the bed as she praised my teaching skills.

I picked out Darcelle’s outfit while she was in the shower— a light grey velour tracksuit with a cropped hoodie that would hug her curves perfectly and sweatpants that sat low on her waist, showing off her toned stomach and the small, dangling belly ring she had.

While she bathed, I headed to the kitchen to brew her some coffee, needing something to shake off the post-s*x fog. I checked her fridge, finding leftovers from the night before—a box of fried rice and chicken from The Red Dragon. I threw it in the microwave, my stomach growling a bit after our "sexercise."

Just as I set the food down at the dining table, she stepped out of her room, her long, black, curly wig cascading down to her waist. Her bookbag was already slung over her shoulder, making her look like the baddest b***h ready to conquer the day. She smiled as she saw the food, her eyes lighting up like a kid walking into a candy shop.

"Looking good," I said, taking in how perfectly the outfit fit her. She sat down to eat, practically cheering as she picked up her fork, diving into the rice like she hadn’t eaten in days.

"I’ll catch you later at school," I added, grabbing my things to head out.

She chuckled between bites. "You say that like we actually talk at school."

I laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.