Page 91 of Plaything

“Tell me, Baby. Is red ink romantic or intimidating?” Wyatt husked in my ear, his lips pressed against the skin of my neck.

His words were enough to tip me over the edge. With one final pump into me, I cried out in pleasure. My eyes closed, and my head rested against his shoulder as I came. The world around me felt like clouds, and I felt weightless as I basked in my release.

My legs were shaking, and my heart refused to steady as I came down from my high. It felt like an eternity, but only seconds passed before I opened my eyes again.

In the reflection, I was met with four sets of eyes. Each looked proud and held more happiness than I understood. I turned my head, wanting to look at Wyatt directly. Before I could ask him why they seemed as happy as they did, he spoke.

“You did so good for us, Baby,” he pressed his lips against mine in a long, passionate kiss. His arm unhooked from my leg, allowing me to put it down.

Despite the chill in the house, warmth spread through my body. Wyatt broke away just as my other guys approached. Aiden held his sweater in his hand, “I retain the right to take this away from you at my discretion,” he joked before he touched my elbow, prompting me to lift my arms.

Unfamiliarity was becoming familiar. I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment, but I somehow knew they’d never leave me feeling anything less than content after a ‘scene,’ as Reesia called it. I preferred to call it tutoring—one-on-one lessons with professors. I liked our little study sessions. Maybe a little too much.

Aiden helped me dress, covering me back up again. Of course, after assuring me that the ink would wash away easily in the shower.

I’d gotten their message loud and clear.

One, I challenged them earlier about the red ink. Now, it was all over my body. If I decide to talk back, I should prepare to face the repercussions.

Two, I didn’t need to think around them. During tutoring, I knew they had me. They wouldn’t let me fall.

“Odette.” Dominic’s voice caught me off guard. It seemed softer than usual. I turned to him, still feeling a slight haze around my thoughts. “We’d never hold a knife to your skin or anything else that could hurt you without you agreeing to it first,” he explained. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he spoke, and I couldn’t tell if he was worried, thought I was a freak for even thinking it was a knife, or if he was simply informing.

He held out a piece of paper to me. “So you’d better mark it yes on the list,” his tone had a hint of playfulness in it.

My checklist of things I wanted to try, was open to trying, and would never want to try was in his hand. I didn’t know where I left it last night—I was just glad I didn’t leave it lying around Reesia’s house.

I took it from him, noticing that ‘knife/sharp objects’ was marked as yes in red ink. Seeing Niko’s grin out of the corner of my eye, I returned his smile. “Just helping?” I teased. I didn’t mind; after being blindfolded and teased with the tips of pens, of all things, I was going to change my maybe to yes anyway.

“I thought I’d speed up at least one of them,” he nodded towards the kitchen. “Help me make lunch?” He asked.

Wyatt let go of me, allowing me to walk with Niko.

“You need to choose a safeword sooner rather than later, Babydoll,” Aiden chimed in, walking next to me. “It makes me nervous that you don’t have one yet,” he admitted.

Luckily, I remembered what a safeword was from my horrible Google search. I really liked the concept, but every word I thought of either sounded weird or inappropriate. “Can you help me with the list?” I asked, looking down at some of the kinks that I wanted more information about.

Aiden looked strangely eager; some would even say giddy. “Of course,” he smiled.

“Starting with the fact that you totally have a piss kink,” Niko smirked down at me, obviously having read my answers from last night.

I cringed, “Absolutely not.”

Niko pointed to a very obvious ‘yes’ that was whited out. “You can try to hide it, but the paper speaks for itself,” he teased.

Shame on drunk me for not thinking twice before marking yes. I’ll never live this down, even if he was messing with me.

“Ha... ha...” I glared at him.

Aiden sat next to me at the counter as Niko made sandwiches. “What questions do you have?” He asked.

I shyly turned the paper over and pointed to a list of what I could only assume were weapons. Flogger, whip, paddle, belt... many others. “What will these be used for?”

Aiden raised his eyebrows, “Your ass.”

I widened my eyes, “How hard?”

“That depends on how well you behave,” he gave me a pointed look. A warning if I’d ever seen one.

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