Page 38 of Plaything

Understanding that he must have blackmailed Mr. Ridley, I nodded. “Thank you.” I still feel guilty that he went through that trouble for me. I was incredibly grateful that I’d never see Mr. Ridley’s disgusting face again.

I ate the pancake he made as he ate his own in comfortable silence.

When he finished eating, he started walking out of the kitchen without a word, like he usually did when he left.

I bit my lip, still wanting to spend time with him. I couldn’t really do that if he was always escaping. “Where are you going?” I asked, my disappointment showing.

He eyed me. “To take a shower,” he answered. He stopped. “You can join me if you’d like,” he invited. His tone was teasing, but he wasn’t joking. It was an actual invitation, and that terrified me.

I blushed, quickly shaking my head.

He smirked at my redness. “My door’s always unlocked,” he said as he left.

News flash: all the doors were permanently unlocked…

My heart hammered in my chest as I replayed the sounds of his ragged breathing and deep moans. His open invitation was tempting, but I knew I wasn’t ready for that.

Having Wyatt touch me was a lot to handle, and my clothes were on the entire time. Being naked with someone scared me. I was as flat as a cutting board on both sides; clothes helped hide that. Maybe my insecurities were showing, but clothes were the safest option.

While Dominic was upstairs, I found a laser pointer and tried to get Cat to chase it. Much to my amusement, he didn’t seem interested. He would swat at it when I shined it on the floor next to him but wouldn’t move. “So lazy,” I giggled, picking him up and carrying him over to the couch.

The stairs creaked as Dominic descended them, now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He sat on the sofa across from me, and I silently wished he would come closer. For such a big man, he certainly acts like being close to me was scary for him.

I watched him for a few seconds before I leaned forward, folding my hands in my lap. “Did you all know each other before you moved in? Or were you just colleagues?” I asked. I’d actually been curious about that for a while. They seemed so comfortable around each other.

Dominic stayed quiet, making me nervous that I somehow pried. He studied my face before he answered, “Wyatt, Aiden, and I grew up in the same apartment building, and we met Niko through Aiden when he was only in middle school. We’ve been friends for a long time.”

I raised my eyebrows, not expecting that. So they were basically lifelong friends? “Really?” I smiled, trying to picture them as children. It was impossible to do; they were all huge men with enough intensity to power a lightbulb with a blink in its direction. “Did you always want to teach?”

“Wyatt and Niko did. Aiden has always been gifted in psychology.” He looked distracted as he spoke. His gaze kept flickering to my crossed bare legs that dangled over the couch seat. “And I... really like the human body.”

His lustful gaze made my skin heat up. I cocked an eyebrow at his explanation, quickly finding the innuendo in his words. The sound of his moans behind his closed door once again crept into my mind. Knowing I was playing with fire, I decided to push, “What do you like about it?” I asked, gently shifting my legs, which still had his full attention.

His eyes broke away from my legs quickly, knowingly narrowing on me. His index finger gently tapped on the leather sofa he was sitting on as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he stood up, and I lost all my confidence.

This is why you don’t play with fire, Odette! He saw right through you, and now you’re caught. Stupid.

Standing, he towered over me where I sat. He walked over to my couch, and his big shadow swallowed me in his darkness. Slowly leaning down, he placed both his hands on either side of my body, caging me in. I shrunk back as far into the fabric as possible, but his face was still close enough to mine that I could smell his aftershave.

“How it reacts,” he husked his answer. His eyes slowly moved down my body, sending a wave of liquid into my panties. “To sound,” he gave me a pointed look like he knew something I didn’t. “To touch,” his fingertips brushed the skin on my thigh, making me suck in a breath. My hands nervously balled in fists, as the rest of my body wouldn’t move. His face was inching dangerously close to mine. Cool, minty breath fanned across my lips, making my eyes flutter. His hand traveled higher, and my legs spread on their own accord. His lips just barely brushed against mine as he spoke, “To taste.”

My back arched off the couch, my lips aching for him to kiss me. A breathy whimper left my lips when he pulled away an inch and stopped his hand from moving up any further.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. “You’re so cute, trying to tease me,” he taunted, his lips lifting into a smirk. “Now look at you, spreading your legs, your body begging me to touch your cunt,” his fingers drew small circles on my inner thigh, right where my skirt ended.

My heartbeat was so loud, I was sure even he heard it. Pink painted my cheeks, my voice caught in my throat, unable to respond.

“I bet your little virgin pussy is fucking soaked,” he pushed his eyebrows together in question.

Embarrassed, I shook my head, quickly denying anything of the sort. “It’s not—I’m not—”

“No?” He chuckled. “I’m going to run my finger down the outside of your panties; if my finger gets wet, you’re going to find out what lying gets you in this house,” he warned, moving his hand up my thigh again.

I whimpered, my stomach muscles flexing repeatedly. My mind clouded as I watched his hand disappear under my skirt. We stared at each other as he did exactly what he promised to do.

His big finger touched the top of my panties, slowly moving down until it dipped, slightly caving in where my hole was. I could feel the pool of my arousal as he gently pushed, the small amount of pressure making my hips buck up.

Dominic’s expression slowly morphed into a satisfied one as he continued teasing the outside of my entrance. He tilted his head, watching me in fascination as I fought to keep my eyes from shutting in pleasure. For what felt like forever, he toyed with me. He used his middle finger to press into my underwear, not entering me but barely dipping into my entrance before he pulled away. After he had his fun with my pussy (that clearly had a mind and heartbeat of its own), he would neglect it, running his finger along my slit a few times before I was squirming, then went back to my hole.

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