Page 36 of Plaything

He tilted his head. “I would have hit me too if I thought what you did,” he assured. “Did you sleep last night?” He asked, his thumb running under my eye, where the deep circles are.

I shook my head.

“Did you eat anything today?” Niko asked, standing up from the couch.

“Yeah, I had coffee,” I answered.

Niko grabbed my hand. “Coffee isn’t food, Cariño,” he sighed, looking anxious. He led me into the kitchen, stopping by a stool where he pointed. “Sit.”

I sat down, watching him warm up last night’s leftovers. My crying didn’t help with my exhaustion; in fact, I think it heightened it by ten.

“Why didn’t you sleep?” Aiden asked, sitting beside me as Wyatt sat on my other side.

I blinked at him, not knowing whether I should be honest. There had been a lot of embarrassment in the past ten minutes; I couldn’t possibly sink any lower. Knowing I wouldn’t have the boldness to bring up the topic again, I decided I’d just tell them. “I asked Reesia how you all met,” I started.

Aiden looked intrigued. “What did she tell you?”

I rested my arm on the counter and hid my face in it, not wanting them to see my blush, and I didn’t want to see their faces as I said my next words. “She told me to Google BDSM.”

“Tell me you didn’t,” Niko chuckled.

“You’re all freaks,” I couldn’t help but laugh, now feeling slightly delirious from my lack of sleep. I’d been up since six in the morning yesterday, with nothing but coffee, a single orgasm, and curiosity keeping me going. “I can never unsee what I saw,” I mumbled.

“What did you see?” Aiden urged.

I raised my head, locking eyes with him. “Everything.” I sighed, “Spikes, pinchers, pokey things, knives, horribly large objects going places they shouldn’t—it was all horrible,” I cringed.

“And you think that’s what we want?” He continued with his vague questions.

“Isn’t it?” I asked.

Niko chuckled. “Reesia tried to be sneaky, but she ended up making you watch the extremes of what we want. There’s much more to what we want than that,” he explained, setting a massive plate of food in front of me.

“Directing you to the internet was probably the worst thing she could have done,” Wyatt sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So... you don’t want to BDSM me?” I clarified.

The three of them all let out small chuckles. Aiden raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his lips. “No, probably not like anything you saw in those videos,” he explained.

“I’m so confused,” I sighed. “Should I feel guilty for wanting all of you?” I asked, not caring about my admittance. It was obvious, and I was too exhausted to dance around the elephant in the room.

Niko perked up. “Do you?” He asked hopefully.

Before I could tell him yes, Wyatt touched my hand. “Do you understand what he’s asking, Odette? Do you know anything about polyamory or what’s expected of the dynamic we want?” He asked calmly. He wasn’t trying to push me away; he was trying to inform me.

I shook my head no. “You haven’t told me what you want.” It’s hard to have something to go off of when they haven’t explained anything.

Wyatt eyed me. “Odette, have you heard of any of the following words before?” He prompted. “Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadism. Bondage. Aftercare. Sub-drop. CNC. Caregiver. Safeword. Double penetration...” he trailed off like he could have said more.

I shrugged. “Kind of?” I’d heard the words, but probably not in the context he was talking about. I know that dominant can mean someone who likes to be in power, but it can also be scientific, like a dominant and recessive gene.

Aiden’s eyes softened as he looked at me. “We should discuss this tomorrow,” he looked at Wyatt and Niko. “Because you should be blushing, and you’re not, probably too tired to understand right now. Dominic should also be here for this,” he explained. “You’re already overwhelmed and probably still in shock—”

“I’m fine?”

He grabbed my hand, holding it up. “You’re shaking.”

I slumped back in the chair. He was right. “You’ll explain tomorrow, won’t you?” I gave him a pointed look.

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