Page 80 of Plaything

He glanced at me, wrapping his arm around me as we walked—each step a bitter reminder of my almost orgasm. “Occasionally,” he responded, with a hint of a smirk. “Do me a favor?”

He was the one who owed me something! Because of him, I was unsatisfied and in a slightly sour mood. In response, I just looked at him.

“On your list, mark yes to CNC,” he said, as if saying, ‘You’re into it.’

I didn’t know what the abbreviation meant, but I was almost convinced just by the confident tone of his voice. The excitement behind his eyes led me to believe he was also into this proclaimed CNC, which I was both scared and intrigued by. Now, I just needed to figure out my method of research. I’d learned my lesson with the internet. Reesia was still a new person to me; however approachable and knowledgeable she may be, asking them these questions made me nervous. I knew my nervousness wasn’t a good thing given the circumstances of our relationship.

Being comfortable around each other meant more than seeing each other naked. It meant having uncomfortable conversations—like Dominic was happy to have with me last night.

Also, I want to have a list from them too. I knew I was technically the one who was new to this, and I wasn’t sure how well I’d do at fulfilling their needs. I’d like to know what they were into despite my inexperience. What if I marked something—like fisting—off, and it’s something one of them really liked? How would we go about that? I wouldn’t be able to compromise.

Another sit-down, dining room table talk was definitely necessary. This list was wonderful and horrible at the same time. On one hand, I was given a very rare opportunity to express what I liked, wanted to try, or wouldn’t try. On the other hand, I had to admit those things, and my answers might not match up with what they wanted.

I squeezed Wyatt’s hand, breaking myself out of my overthinking spiral.

Upon entering the house, Wyatt excused himself to the bathroom—no doubt to wash his hands...

Putting on my best poker face, I found Reesia in the kitchen. She greeted me with a smile. “Here you go,” she said, handing me a full cup.

I fully expected her to make a comment about our ten-minute disappearance. When she didn’t, I was beyond grateful. I couldn’t fully grasp her personality. One minute, she was super blunt, then the next, she was completely easygoing. She seemed like the kind of person to try to embarrass someone—just to do it. From my day with her, I was wrong again. She teased, but only directly to me. And when I said I wasn’t interested in going to a sex club, she didn’t push it or make me explain.

Although I wasn’t expecting it, Reesia was a very kind person. She was weird, but not in a bad way. I really liked her.

I took a sip of the drink and widened my eyes. I barely tasted the alcohol—which was dangerous, considering I knew how much she’d poured in.

“You like?” She asked, eagerness in her smile.

I laughed, “You have a dark gift.”

“I’ve been told,” she agreed with a smirk. “Come on, I’ll show you around!” She began walking towards the stairs, jumping from topic to topic like it wasn’t giving me whiplash.

Reesia gave me a tour of their home. It was bigger than I expected, making me question what Collin did for a living. Especially considering he was at a strip club from four in the afternoon to well in the night. No regular job I could think of had hours that flexible. He might have been a businessman.

We settled in a bonus room upstairs, where they had a few sizable sofas, a craft area, a flat-screen, and two hammocks. It was incredibly cozy, and I admired Reesia for being able to put together a room that was so welcoming.

“So. Tell me your life story,” Reesia said as she settled into one of the hammocks.

A small laugh escaped as I took the other hammock. “There’s not much to tell,” I shrugged. Truthfully, I didn’t like talking about my life.

“I’ve got all night,” she grinned, sipping her drink.

“Then,” I could barely breathe as I tried to speak. Fits of laughter consumed me. I had no idea how much time had passed or when we ended up on the floor. All I knew was the three glasses of alcohol kicked in, and Reesia and I were best friends.

“Then I called Charles, who sent me the address to their house,” I finished.

Reesia’s tears collected in her eyes as she chuckled, “Your dad sent you to live with them?!”

I nodded, laughing so hard that no noise came out. Cruel irony seemed to be the theme of our laughter as we swapped stories about our lives.

I nodded, “Uh-huh. And now I have one of these,” I reached my hand into my purse nearby and showed her the list. “Shout out to Charles for finally doing something right in my life,” I winked, taking another sip.

Reesia’s mouth dropped open as she sat up straighter, “You had this the whole time, and I’m just now finding out?” She flicked my knee. “What do you have so far?” She asked, but her eyes didn’t look down at the paper after she realized what it was.

Propping myself up, I leaned against one of the sofas. “Nothing, I don’t know what half the things are,” I slurred.

She slyly wiggled her eyebrows. “I do.” Her words were an open invitation, yet I was still weary, even in my drunken state.

I looked over the blurry words on the list, waiting for one to stand out. “Somno-som-something,” I tried, barely able to make the letters out.

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