Page 48 of Plaything

He was much closer to me than I anticipated. His vast body dwarfed mine. His intense gaze that held amusement and challenge made my confidence falter, and I no longer wanted to scold him.

I raised my eyebrows up at him. If he wants to slap my ass, I’m going to allow that. All the momentum I went into the turn with slowly dissipated. The only thing I could think to say was, “Ouch.”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, “That wasn’t ouch, Darling,” he said lowly. “Now go get ready before I actually give you something to say ouch about,” he smirked.

Never has a threat sounded so inviting. I bit my lip, my lower stomach clenching as I looked up at him dreamily. “Yes, sir,” I half-joked.

Before I turned to go to my room, I caught a glimpse of Dominic looking up at the ceiling, mouthing, ‘Oh my God.’

I stopped myself from giggling at the expression on his handsome face. It was similar to the one I wore when he called me a good girl. I think I found something Dominic likes.

I wore a short black dress with a tan cardigan over it and white slip-on shoes. I braided my hair to the side, trying to make a low-effort outfit look like I had tried.

After getting ready, I made my way downstairs, where the sweet smell only got stronger. Wyatt stood at the stove, flipping a fluffy pancake. My stomach rumbled, but luckily, no one heard it. There was a freshly made stack next to him that I beelined for.

He smiled, “Good morning, Odette,” he greeted politely. His eyes slowly moved down my body, once again giving me whiplash.

Wyatt confuses me. He’s incredibly polite and kind, making me think he’s less intimidating than the others. Then he has these moments of complete and utter dominance where he looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes off. It’s exciting, not knowing which Wyatt I’m going to get.

I smiled, “Good morning. Do you like my dress?” I questioned innocently, knowing for a fact that he most definitely does.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, catching onto my teasing. He returned the innocent smile, “It looks lovely on you,” he complimented. “It’ll look lovely off of you too.”

I raised my eyebrows, feeling butterflies flutter in my belly as he stared down at me.

Wyatt smirked at my silence, my own words backfiring on me. “You have class with Niko today, right?” He questioned, sounding like he already knew. I nodded. He smirked, “Hmm,” he thought. With the same look of false innocence, he wrapped his arm around my lower back, pulling me against him, “Do me a favor?” He started.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I breathed heavily. I nodded, my body completely putty, ready to agree to anything he requested.

He tilted his head down, his lips barely brushing against mine. I closed my eyes, ready for him to kiss me. I craved his lips against mine, but his lips passed mine, leaving that craving unfulfilled. His large hands traveled from my ribs to my hips, slowly moving down my body.

I opened my eyes, looking down as he started to kneel. I sucked in a breath, watching his hands grip my exposed thighs, just where my short dress ended. He hummed lowly, his eyes lingering on my skin that stuck out from between his fingers. He looked up at me, his eyes suddenly much darker than usual.

His eyes stayed locked on mine as his hands moved up under my dress. The rough skin of his hands on the soft skin of my thighs sent a rush of arousal through me. I bit my lip eagerly as his hands moved higher.

I felt his fingertips brush against my clit, outside my panties, and flinched, “O-oh,” I grabbed onto the counter. My cheeks flushed as I blinked slowly at him, “What was the favor?” I reminded him.

Wyatt smirked in satisfaction, moving his hands past my pussy, much to my dismay. He hooked his hands around my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs, making me shiver.

When he got to my feet, he gently lifted my leg up. He kissed my knee, which bent towards him, a surprisingly romantic gesture given the circumstances. I smiled, watching him as he kissed my other knee, skillfully removing my panties.

He stood up, towering over me once again. I watched with wide eyes as he stuffed the pink lace thong into the front pocket of his dress pants. He grabbed a plate and placed two fluffy pancakes onto it, holding it out for me. “Sit in the front row and spread your legs,” his words came out in an order, not a request.

I widened my eyes, “You want me to do that in class?” I repeated, shock taking over my nerves. I was all for teasing them because they were obviously doing the same to me. But showing Niko my pussy in class while he’s lecturing... I don’t know. What if other students notice? I bit my lip, remembering how he was practically drooling at the sight of me last night.

Wyatt nodded nonchalantly as if he didn’t just take my panties and ask that I flash Niko. “Would you rather show him tonight at dinner?” He challenged.

I widened my eyes, “No!” Because I was sure Niko wouldn’t be the only one looking.

Wyatt smirked, “Good,” he ended the conversation. He handed me the plate. “Now, go eat. Everyone is in the dining room,” he instructed.

Walking without my panties on felt strange and naughty. The thought of getting caught without them was nerve-wracking yet exhilarating at the same time.

I sat beside Aiden, spreading jelly on my pancakes as the three spoke about some meeting. “Odette,” Aiden broke me from my thoughts, and I looked at him with a mouth full of pancakes.

“Hm?” I chewed.

“I said we won’t be home until this evening. We have a staff meeting to attend,” he informed. I must have missed it the first time he said it. In my defense, it’s just past seven in the morning, and I had an eventful night, to say the least.

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