Page 25 of Plaything

Aiden’s eyes darkened, his eyes watching my mouth in a trance as I subtly licked and sucked the frosting off his finger. He slowly lifted his gaze back to meet my eyes. “Is that creamy enough for you?” He asked, his voice hoarse and deep as he pulled his finger out of my mouth.

My body turned liquid. If I didn’t still have a hand on his forearm to stabilize me, I think my legs would have given out. My skin was pink, as it would remain for the next several hours. Wetness continued to pool in my underwear as my polluted thoughts turned into acid rain.

All I could do was nod, my mind feeling fuzzy, only being able to focus on the sudden awakening of my pussy.

He smirked at my reaction. “I thought so,” he said as if he knew what he did. He wouldn’t have done this on purpose, right? If that were true, why did he look so... cocky? Or was I confusing satisfied with cockiness?

He stepped away from me, my arms limply falling to my sides. I stumbled forward, not realizing how heavy I was leaning into him. I caught myself quickly, holding the counter for support.

If I didn’t leave this kitchen, I was going to do something incredibly dumb. Something that involved my lips on his and begging him to touch me.

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. “I have to... homework,” I tried to get my thoughts away from the tempting man but struggled.

I quickly turned, my legs still feeling unstable, and an annoying wetness between my legs as I walked away, my eyes wide and my mind consumed with filthy thoughts.

He’s your professor. You asked ‘what’ when he said sex, so he explained. He said you’d taste the cupcakes, and you did. That interaction was completely normal. Especially the part where he described sex in a sexy voice and stuck his finger in your mouth. Totally normal.

I walked to my bedroom in a trance. Wyatt was walking down the hall, about to pass me. “Good morning—are you okay?” He pushed his eyebrows together, eyeing me up and down quickly.

I nodded, unable to make eye contact, as he was also stupidly handsome. “I’m doing homework,” I deadpanned, closing my door behind me.

“Okay?” I heard him say from the hall.

Falling onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, replaying Aiden and Dominic’s words and actions. Each time I did, the area between my hips pulsed with an unfamiliar need.

Why did Dominic call me Darling, then smirk while saying something dirty? His hand on my hip wasn’t a friendly touch either; it definitely had hidden meaning behind it. And despite my conscience trying to convince myself otherwise, there was no way Aiden didn’t know what he was doing.

I’m not the only one with polluted thoughts in this house.

After roughly an hour of staring at my ceiling, trying to make sense of Aiden, Dominic, and my body’s reaction to them, I finally got started on my homework.

It was hard to focus on anything with my loud thoughts replaying the morning repeatedly. The more I thought, the more my panties soaked, which was saying a lot. I’d gone into the bathroom to ‘clean up’ several times in the past few hours.

I tried listening to music, taking a break, reading a chapter of my favorite book, watching cute hamster videos, and vigorously studying. Nothing had gotten my rotten mind away from my polluted—downright horny—thoughts.

This was so not me. I wasn’t like this. I’d never been so consumed by such small touches and simple words that could be found in every English dictionary.

Darling. Allow. Sex. Desperate. Sex. Creamy. Sex. Biting. Sex. Licking. Sex. Sex. Sex.

I closed my workbook, rolling my eyes. I looked down at my legging-covered crotch. “Stop it,” I scolded.

Feeling eyes on me, I slowly looked over at my three teddy bears. I rolled my eyes, turning their heads away from me. They didn’t need to see this. “I’m disgusting, I know,” I whispered, agreeing with their scrutiny.

Maybe my thoughts were so unhinged because I’d trapped myself in this room all day with nothing else to think about besides schoolwork. I need to socialize, take a walk, and count how many rooms are in this mansion. Anything that would occupy my mind long enough to get it away from the four drool-worthy men I was living with.

Now, that would be much easier if they weren’t the only ones available to talk to.

Running my fingers through my hair, I got up, remembering they had guests over. I always got nervous around new people, but luckily, I was really good at hiding it—hopefully. When all else fails, the good ol’ smile and nod got me pretty far.

The floor creaked like usual as I walked down the stairs. I heard a few voices chuckling and having casual conversation.

I entered the dining room quietly, my eyes quickly taking everyone in. All my professors sat at the table, happily conversing with the other four people I didn’t recognize.

There was a scary-looking woman, her hair dyed dark red with several face piercings. She was muscular and intimidating, yet oddly attractive. Her attire, a white t-shirt with leather pants and a leather vest, threw me off. She must ride a motorcycle? If I had to guess, she was probably in her mid-thirties.

There were two large men, both just as intimidating as the woman.

The first was talking to Dominic; although their conversation looked pleasant, his face seemed to be in a permanent scowl. He was dressed in a suit, way too formal for a small get-together with his friends. Maybe he was working earlier and didn’t have time to change?

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