Page 117 of Plaything

Once I finally found the courage to cast my gaze downward, I was met with his intense eyes already on me. I wasn’t the only one who liked to watch.

His tongue circled around my clit again before his lips wrapped around it. My hand gripped his hair harder as he sucked and lapped at the sensitive bud. My moans got louder when his finger curled inside me. “That’s it, Cariño,” he husked before attacking my clit again.

If he didn’t let up, I would cum within seconds. “Niko, I—”

With a harsh stinging slap against my thigh, his eyes darkened as he stared at me. The intimidating look was all it took to remind me of his preferred endearment.

A high-pitched, desperate moan that probably alerted the others of what we were doing escaped my lips. In an uncontrollable plea, I begged, “Please don’t stop, Professor.”

The moan against my pussy and the quickened pace of his finger was a silent praise that took no words. He chuckled, letting his skilled finger do all the work as he pulled his mouth away from me. “Are you going to cum already mi pequeña zorra?” The taunting gleam in his eyes didn’t help my situation.

[My little slut.]

I didn’t know Niko spoke Spanish, although I wasn’t surprised. He’d mentioned that his parents were from Italy and Spain; I should have guessed he was bilingual.

Little did he know that his little slut was fluent in many languages as well. “¿Lo preguntas como si no fuera tu objetivo?” I moaned my response.

The teasing expression he wore shifted into one of surprise. If I didn’t know better, I’d even say he looked intrigued—but I knew better, and that intrigue was actually lust.

[Do you ask it as if it were not your goal?]

Confirming my speculations, I saw a shift in Niko. In the span of two seconds, I pinpointed the exact moment he’d lost control. As if my speaking the language enticed him, he stood and crashed his lips to mine. My legs shook as he unexpectedly pushed another finger into me. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said between kisses. With his free hand, he grabbed my waist and pushed my lips flush against the wall with a crash. Taking one of my hands in his, he placed it on his dick—that was pulsing under my touch. “Feel what you do to me?”

Taking the opportunity, I once again let greed take over as I groped him, palming him through his pants. My eyes glossed, and my mouth watered, pathetically craving him inside my mouth—or pussy; his choice.

My skin ignited as his fingers practically tried to force an orgasm out of me. My hips rocked onto his fingers, and he gave me a devilish grin. “See?” His mouth hovered over mine, barely brushing my lips as he spoke. His finger strokes sped up, and I had to hold onto his shoulder so I wouldn’t crumble. “You get turned on, and your brain turns off. You’re just a dumb little fuck puppet who wants to be used, aren’t you?” He equivocated.

My moan was cut short as I heard muttering voices, followed by the front door creaking open downstairs. Vincent was here early, and I was (obviously) nowhere near ready.

Niko grabbed my face and turned my attention to him again. “Aren’t you?” He hissed. His annoyance at my distraction showed through the clapping his palm made against my pussy as his movements got harder.

The walls in this house were thin, especially with my room door wide open. I was worried about Vincent hearing us, but that worry became an afterthought as I locked eyes with Niko. “I am,” I appealed.

My bottom lip was firmly between my teeth, trying to keep myself quiet as I came on his fingers. Waves of pleasure and tranquility cascaded through my body. Every nerve and every ounce of stress was taken over by the ecstasy of brain-numbing nothingness.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Niko playfully scolded. Taking his free hand, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip, releasing it from the secure—safe—hold. “Every slutty, desperate, little whimper you make belongs to me.” He tilted his head toward the door before he slowed his fingers, making them push deeper into me. “They can probably hear your dripping pussy, anyway. Do you hear how wet you are, Cariño?” He teased with a devilish grin.

My cheeks flushed crimson as I realized the wet noises that came from between my legs. I reluctantly moaned as he toyed with me, prolonging my orgasm. “Niko,” I whispered a warning, grabbing his wrist in an attempt to make him stop. “Please!” I begged.

Vincent and I were about to be trapped in a car together for over two hours. I really didn’t want either of us to be uncomfortable because he had heard something he shouldn’t have.

Niko seemed tickled pink at my embarrassment. I was crumbling under his touch, and he was on the verge of laughing at me. “Please, what?” he taunted.

“I don’t want them to h—” he plunged his fingers all the way into me, making me shriek my words out with a moan. “Hear us! Fuck—”

“Oh!” He laughed. “Why didn’t you say so?”

My arm stayed hooked around his shoulders to keep me stable as I tried to recuperate. “You’re evil,” I panted.

A smirk grew on his mouth as he sucked my arousal off his fingers. He hummed in delight as if it were cherry pie on his tongue. “Is that a complaint or a compliment?” He asked.

I ran my hand through my hair and released his dick that I’d had a death grip on through my climax... whoops. “Both—mostly a compliment,” I decided. I pulled my underwear back into place, making sure to clean myself up and change them before I left the house. Damn, Niko..

Descending the steps of the manor, I couldn’t help but feel a little silly. I was dripping in luxurious jewels and clothing, and I’d continue to feel overdressed until we arrived at the near palace that was my childhood home.

It’d been ten minutes since Niko ravished me with his fingers. In that time, he’d braided my hair, leaving strands messily framing my flushed face. My body felt floaty, as he put it, and I was grateful for the release before the undoubtedly stressful evening.

When I entered, my professors and Vincent were scattered around the living room. Aiden looked particularly handsome, with a glass of scotch in his hand, leaning against the fireplace. Then again, the same could be said about Wyatt, who had a book in hand, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he lost himself in pages. Dominic sat on the couch with Vincent, clad in sweatpants and a black shirt that his biceps tore through.

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