Page 49 of Plaything

I swallowed my food and gave him a smile, “I think I can manage on my own for a few hours without burning the place down,” I joked.

Niko chuckled, “This house is a tank, Cariño. I’d be more worried about the house burning you down.”

I smiled, “You’d better knock on wood; I’m notoriously clumsy,” I cringed, remembering the times I’d tripped over air, run into walls with 20/20 vision, or accidentally hit something that made an alarm go off. I couldn’t be trusted.

“I believe it,” Dominic murmured, taking another bite of his pancake.

I sat up straighter, “I can make dinner if you want,” I offered, eager to finally help with something around the house. I keep my belongings clean and tidy. If I make a mess, I clean it right away. Whenever I’ve tried to help with dishes or offered to do their laundry, they tell me they’ve got it.

Niko raised his eyebrows at me, a hesitant expression slowly taking over his features. He glanced between Aiden, Dominic, and myself a few times. The look was gone as he looked at me after a few seconds with a small smile, “We’d love that... but the gas stove can be a little touchy,” he warned as if recalling a past incident.

I shrugged, “I’ll figure it out,” I dismissed. Even if I can’t, I’ll just make sandwiches.

Niko looked surprised, “Alright. We’ll be home around six,” he said.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down at it, seeing a new voicemail notification from an unknown local number.

“My phone never rings out here either, but I always get voicemails,” Aiden explained, looking down at my phone in my lap.

“I’m sure it’s some scam call,” I said quietly, raising my phone to my ear to listen to the message.

“Hi, my name is Tristan. I’m calling for Odette. My sister, Anna, gave me your number; I guess you’ve been on the same volleyball team for a year. Anyway, I know this might sound strange, but I saw a posting on our school website- we go to the same university; maybe I should have mentioned that first. The posting is for a students v.s. professors volleyball match this weekend. Uh, every ticket to the match goes to some charity, I guess. Anyone can sign up to be on the team until all the spots are filled. I saw that Mr. Wright signed up to play on the professors’ team... he flunked me, so I really want to kick his ass in this game. I’m a setter, so I’m trying to build the perfect team before a bunch of random people sign up. Anna said you’re the best outside hitter she’s seen, so I hope I’ll see your name on the roster. Okay... uh, I’m going to make a few more calls. Bye.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and gave Wyatt a knowing look as he walked into the dining room. I smirked, putting my phone on speaker and playing the message again. The four of my professors looked intrigued, and I even saw Dominic crack a smile when Tristan mentioned his failing grade.

Wyatt looked amused, “You should sign up,” he told me.

“I’m going to.” I gave him a playful look, “You know your team is going to lose, right?” I added.

He chuckled, “Think so?”

I raised my eyebrows, “It sounds like this guy’s building a team, and there are probably more students who have a personal agenda against some of the teachers,” I explained. I was willing to bet that, like Tristan, several other students are dying to spike a ball at a teacher’s head.

Aiden smirked, “Then we should all sign up,” he suggested. “Our team vs. yours,” he challenged.

I accidentally let out a laugh, genuinely amused, “Go ahead,” I shrugged. “You do realize that this is what I do, right?” I grinned. I’ve played volleyball forever, in school, clubs, and camps. I got a scholarship, for God’s sake. I’m not usually one to brag, but volleyball is the one thing I’m exceptionally talented at.

“I’m very aware, Odette,” he nodded. “You might give Niko a run for his money; he also played volleyball for a few years,” he cocked an eyebrow at me.

Niko grinned at me, “I’m also an outside hitter, Cariño,” he winked. “This should be interesting.”

Just as Wyatt requested this morning, I sat in the front row for Niko’s lecture.

It’d been half an hour since he started teaching, and I hadn’t gotten the courage to spread my legs yet. He kept glancing at me, giving me small looks every few minutes before his eyes wandered around the class again.

When I decided to sit in front rather than my usual seat in the back, his bright smile dimmed the sun.

None of the other students in the class noticed his frequent glances at me; why would they? For all they knew, he looked at me the same way he looked at everyone else in class.

But I knew better. I knew exactly what he was thinking about. Last night, he told me what he would be picturing as he lectured. Unfortunately for me, I was imagining the same thing.

I watched him walk around the room, confidently explaining complicated equations. I bit my lip, having flashbacks to his head between my thighs, his wet tongue swirling around my clit. I craved the feeling of his soft tongue teasing my hole before pushing it into me.

“Alright, for the remainder of the class, I want everyone to work on solving this equation,” he started writing an extended mix of numbers, symbols, and letters on the board. “Remember the tools and methods I’ve shown you and apply them. If you need help, please ask,” he finished.

He gave me another secret look before he sat at his desk directly in front of me. We were only separated by a few short feet of carpet. The desk I occupied had an open front, making this the perfect opportunity to follow through with Wyatt’s request. No one in class would be able to see, as they were all behind me.

After I wrote the equation down, I nervously placed the end of my pencil between my lips. I glanced up at Niko, seeing him writing on a piece of paper at his desk. I looked down at the equation I wrote down, slowly spreading my legs.

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