Page 39 of Plaything

It was pure torture because he wasn’t giving me enough. I want more than teasing.

“I should shove these panties into you for lying. They’d be dripping at the end of the day when I decide to take them out,” he watched my eyes widen in shock, “Then I would make you suck them clean of your cum at the dinner table and apologize for lying,” he threatened, an evil gleam in his eyes.

Going against the absolute horror that my mind was in, my body betrayed me. More wetness leaked out of me, his threat exciting every nerve in me.

With one last push against my hole, he withdrew his hand from under my skirt. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today, Darling.” Still only an inch away from my face, he sucked the tip of his finger, looking at me dead in the eye.

My lips parted, my skin pricking with goosebumps at the sight.

He straightened, towering over me again. “Next time you lie, I won’t be so forgiving,” he warned. He grabbed a stack of papers before he sat next to me. He turned the TV on, playing the first Harry Potter movie. “Aiden says you like the books,” he said far too casually for the physical frustration and mental sex he just gave me.

My legs were still spread, my body in disbelief that he left me so unsatisfied after touching me the way he did. I practically melted into the couch, stunned at his effect on me. Next time I tried to be the one doing the teasing, I needed to remember this one particular thing: Dominic was not to be messed with.

Five hours later, my other professors started walking through the door.

For the entirety of the first Harry Potter movie, I stayed quiet, still in recovery from Dominic’s attack. We just finished the third movie, and I was no longer a mess. At some point during the films, I lost my shoes, got a blanket, hot chocolate, and popcorn. I bet Dominic was tired of hearing my rants about how certain parts of the movie differed from the book. Whenever I had a rant, he would listen, looking away from his now much smaller stack of papers.

Overall, today had been a perfect lazy day that was much needed. Besides some major sexual frustration that would last me this entire lifetime, that is.

Aiden looked amused at the movie’s end credits before he looked at me. “My favorite.”

Turning to the three of them, I smiled. “I’ve never seen the movies before; they’re really good so far,” I commented. “Although I think the werewolf part was too scary,” I recalled holding Cat too tightly, and Dominic had to fast forward so I wouldn’t squish him.

Niko pushed his eyebrows together. “I’ve never heard anyone describe Harry Potter as scary,” he scoffed. “I’m guessing you’re not a horror fan?” He questioned.

“I don’t think so. I was never allowed to watch anything rated worse than PG,” I raised my eyebrows, knowing how ridiculous that was.

Niko made a face, opening his mouth to comment, but Wyatt beat him to it. “Why?” He asked.

I had night terrors as a child, so Charles decided that scary movies would only encourage them; he forbade me from watching them. I wasn’t allowed to watch any comedy or drama movies that were either too sexual or raunchy. Charles constantly said: ‘A woman should not think about sex unless she’s married,’ and ‘No woman should be amused by crude humor.’

“I used to sleepwalk,” I answered vaguely. I didn’t remember the dreams, but sometimes I’d wake up in my neighbor’s backyard.

Aiden looked intrigued, “Really? Do you remember your dreams?” He asked.

I didn’t particularly like that he was trying to psychoanalyze me. I shook my head.

“What room would you go to?” He asked.

I looked at the Chinese takeout bag in Wyatt’s hand. Oh yum. I stood up, “Guess,” I challenged. If he wanted to try to figure me out, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Especially when I didn’t know what it meant if I went to a specific room in my sleep. It was just unconscious walking; there was no hidden meaning behind it.

Wyatt smiled at me and began walking to the kitchen, obviously seeing my hungry gaze on the bag.

Without a moment to gather his thoughts, Aiden answered, “You went to your father’s room.”

I cringed. “Nope, he kept his door locked at night.” I helped Niko and Wyatt open the small boxes so we could dish up. “Guess again.”

Aiden leaned against the counter. “How about... your closet?” He asked, seeming sure of himself this time.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, “I thought you were supposed to be good at this kind of thing,” I teased.

Aiden’s eyebrows knitted as he thought. “I think you might have me stumped. How old were you?” He asked.

“I think they stopped when I turned fifteen,” I shrugged.

“Where would a fifteen-year-old go to hide...” he thought aloud. He raised his eyebrows. “A large pantry? How about a car?” He looked hopeful.

I think I found Aiden’s favorite game. He was the guy who knew everything about everyone the second they looked into his eyes. Not knowing something must kill him, but simultaneously, he enjoyed the challenge.

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