Page 61 of Plaything

I hated it. I thought it was annoying. It would be so much easier if she wasn’t a virgin. We were taking it slow, which wasn’t a problem, but I wasn’t patient. If I had it my way, I would have fucked her against the wall when she kissed me. I would have fucked her on the couch as Harry Potter played in the background. I would have fucked her on the counter when she stood in front of the coffee machine.

I had a long list of all the things I would have done with her, a list of all the things I wanted to do with her, but I couldn’t.

Her damn virginity keeps saving her from all the things I would do to her.

I was well aware of the difference between me and my friends. They were patient and had fun teasing her. They’d been discussing who should be the one to take her virginity when the time came. I opted out. I didn’t want to fuck her when she was still a virgin. I was anything but gentle, and I didn’t want her first time to be with me.

Being around her was constant edging. She was such a fucking tease, and she knew it. I found it impossible for me to keep my hands off her. Sometimes, it was out of lust; others, it was to remind myself that she was real.

There was always a genuine possibility that she might dislike our dynamic. She could pack up and leave at any time. I was trying not to catch real feelings for her outside of attraction. The others were quick to jump in head first, but I knew better. For my own protection, I wouldn’t allow myself to feel anything besides lust and a slight crush.

She didn’t make it easy for me, though. She was stunning; I’d never seen another woman so beautiful in my life. She was too bright for her age. In a world of youths who are dipshits, her intellect was attractive. It was hard not to adore her when she was sickeningly sweet.

Her virginity was annoying, but her innocence was not. I loved hearing her mutter things to her stuffed bears. She was so gentle—even with Cat, although he was built like a tank.

It wasn’t my place to say, but I had a feeling she might be a little. This wasn’t something I’d brought up to my friends, and I wouldn’t make that assumption out loud. If she and Reesia become friends, which I was sure they would, I think Odette may learn something about herself there, too.

It was much easier for things to be physical. Emotions terrified me more than anything. For now, at least, I’d do my best to stay grounded. One of us needed to.

I was unsure of her feelings as well. Obviously, she was attracted to us. Thus far, our relationship had been more sexual than romantic. She’d never asked ‘What are we’ or called us her boyfriends, which I was thankful for. I think she was like me: high walls and proceeding with caution.

Odette moved to stand up, capturing my attention. “I think this is my favorite dish you’ve made,” she complimented Niko on the Yakisoba he made for dinner.

He smiled, “I’ll have to make it more often.” His gaze fell to her plate, which still had a few noodles on it. “Are you getting more?” he asked, a happy gleam in his eye. For some reason, he was keen on feeding her. He’d never acted this way with any other submissive we’d had, and I found it strange.

“Yup,” she confirmed quickly.

A hint of a smirk played on my lips. This would be her third plate, and I knew for a fact she wasn’t hungry after the first two servings. I caught her looking full and slowing down halfway through her last plate.

She was stalling.

My hunch was correct; she didn’t have a plan. She was nervous and delaying the inevitable. There was no chance of her getting out of this—she must have known that. It was pathetically cute.

Before she could grab her plate, I took it. “Let me help you,” I offered.

She looked taken back as I stood with both of our plates in hand and began walking to the kitchen. She followed behind me, looking between the plate and myself. “You don’t have to do this,” she tried, fidgeting with her hands nervously.

I placed my own dish in the sink before standing at the stove. “How many more scoops are you going to stall for?” I questioned, wanting to cut to the chase. She wasn’t fooling anyone.

Her eyes darted away quickly before she looked back at me with a blush, “It’d probably be a bad idea if I lied to you and said I was still hungry, huh?” She tried to make light of being caught, but she sounded nervous.

I placed her plate in the sink and leaned against the counter. Smart girl. I was glad I’d sufficiently warned her about what lying would earn her. I wish she would lie. I thought. “Probably,” I agreed lowly, both of us knowing my answer was yes.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and softly nodded, looking like she was thinking of another excuse. I zoned in on the fullness of her blush lips, craving their taste again.

Niko was quick to tell us about her love for kissing—or ‘stupid hot oral fixation’ as he called it. I got a taste of that earlier, and he definitely wasn’t wrong. She was going to love having a cock in her mouth.

I could picture her on her knees, mouth agape, as she looked up at me with begging eyes. Her flawless mascara that covered each eyelash would be smeared and running down her face. She’d be salivating, desperate, and eager for her mouth to be filled. I’d make her kiss the tip and thank me for letting her take me into her mouth.

My cock twitched at the fantasy, and I looked away from those beautifully slutty lips.

It was clear she didn’t know how to proceed. She wasn’t going to bring it up—she was too nervous. “I’m going to go take a shower. After, I want you to meet me in my room,” I decided for her.

Her gaze shifted back up to meet my eyes. I didn’t move as I waited for her to acknowledge me. She was nervous, and I was basking in it. It brought an adrenaline that I hadn’t felt in years. I was excited for this, more than I’d ever let myself show.

A more primal part of me was expecting her to run away, scared. She wouldn’t get far if she did.

With false confidence in her big doe eyes, she slowly nodded at me, “Okay,” she agreed after several moments of thought.

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