Page 134 of Plaything

With his final thrust, I shattered into pieces, my knees giving out as I fell to the bed. His dick popped out of me, leaving me to leak our cum on my thighs and his sheets.

Laying on my stomach, I shuddered as his fingers ran along my slit, coating his fingers in our juices. “Mmm, we made such a pretty little mess out of your pussy,” he hummed in delight.

Air filled and left my lungs in sharp pants as I tried to catch my breath. It was impossible to think, and my legs tingled. “Go back to sleep,” I mumbled, placing a pillow under my head. Exhaustion hit me, and I lost all hope of getting up early or moving.

Aiden chuckled. “Oh, my beautiful, fragile little Doll, you’re going to have a very long day if you tap out after each fuck.”

My head sunk further into the memory foam, and my eyes got heavy. “Not tapping... napping...” I mumbled. Something warm and damp rubbed against my thighs and pussy, leaving me feeling much cleaner.

He laughed, the sound warming my middle. “I’ll wake you when the sun’s up for breakfast,” he agreed (not like I wasn’t already halfway asleep). A thick blanket covered my body as I floated away.

The sun never did come out. The forecast called for gray skies and pouring rain. Still, I found myself hobbling around my shower a few hours later, rested and, dare I say it, ready for whatever they threw at me.

Aiden wasn’t there when I woke up again, but that was fine by me. I needed a shower before I neared any of my professors. If what Aiden said last night was true—if this morning was any sign, he was telling the truth—I needed to take an everything shower. They were just as eager for sex as I was, probably more so, if I was being honest. There were four horny well-endowed men that I’d been teasing for over a month downstairs... waiting for me.

The thought was terrifying and exciting. I’d thought of nothing less than a day like today for what felt like forever. Now that it was real, I felt like hiding. Burying my head in the sand and wussing out was tempting because deep down, I had a nervous knot in my stomach. The more I thought about it, the worse it got.

My only saving grace was the lingering fact that, at the end of the day, it was just sex. That was all it was to them. That was all it was to me. That was what we agreed on; there was a literal contract of sorts. I wasn’t their girlfriend; I was their submissive. They weren’t my boyfriends; they were my dominants. Obviously, we cared for one another, but this wasn’t a relationship.

If I thought about it like that, it became less scary and gave me the courage to go down there. It also dulled the ache in my stomach when I thought about how I’d have to leave them in a couple of months.

It was just sex. Bodies. They’d had submissives before; I was not the first woman they’d slept with or even had a day full of nothing but sex with. The thought was a comfort, but it also made my chest tighten.

How would I compare to other women? I wanted to believe that any woman they’d been with in the past was ugly and sucked in bed, but with four men who were as attractive as they were and their experience... really unlikely.

Cold water snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned off the shower. Today was just about sex; it was as simple as that. I needed to stop letting my mind run a muck before unraveling the knot in my stomach and how I really felt.

It couldn’t be anything more than sex with them. If it was... I didn’t know how the hell I’d leave them. Their careers, reputations, house, and lives meant more than my feelings. So. It was just sex. And I was just another woman.

What today would consist of was no secret, so I figured I’d dress—or undress—appropriately. Mustering up magnitudes of courage, I finally put on the lingerie I’d bought while shopping with Reesia.

My heart was hammering against my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. When I first tried it on at the mall, I thought I looked good. Now, I couldn’t help but think I was setting myself up for failure because good was an understatement. I not only looked stereotypically sexy, but I felt just as such. The set was ocean blue, made entirely of lace. Delicate butterfly stitching sparsely covered the bra and panties, leaving the waist and thigh harnesses solid blue. My breasts were small, but the bra cupped them in an all too flattering way. The waist and thigh harness connected, bringing attention to my long legs.

More than anything, I couldn’t help but notice... had my ass gotten bigger? I owed Niko a kudos if my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. It still wasn’t big, but it was definitely more plump.

With a sigh, I grabbed one of Dominic’s oversized sweaters. Once they saw what was underneath, they were going to eat me alive. I was sure of it. Even I had to admit, I looked delectable.

With my hair in a fresh braid going down my back and nerves spilling out of my every pore, I descended the steps. Something smelled sweet, and I could hear them quietly talking in the kitchen, making that my destination.

After our talk last night, during which I spilled my guts about my childhood, I assured them that I was fine—or, at least, I would be eventually. I think they got the hint that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because why would I? It was my problem, and I’d deal with it somehow. I didn’t anticipate them bringing it up this morning again, which I was beyond grateful for.

As soon as I opened the kitchen door, Niko’s eyes were on me. “She lives! Good morning, beautiful. It’s nice of you to join the living,” he teased.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was just past eight. “You’re acting like I slept till noon. It’s still early,” I defended.

Wyatt turned on the stool and smirked at me. “Well, we’ve all been up since, what do you think, Niko, five?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Niko’s shirtless self effortlessly flipped a pancake. “Ugh, yes. We were woken by a woman screaming,” he taunted, and I blushed. Oh God...

“I didn’t mind the screaming,” Aiden chimed in while leaning his tattooed arms against the counter, giving me a devilish grin.

Wyatt glanced at Aiden before tilting his head at me. “I don’t think any of us minded; it was a very sexy wake-up call, don’t you think, Baby?”

I smiled innocently, trying not to crumble. “I think you were dreaming,” I denied.

“No, because in my dreams, you’re much louder,” Niko shot Aiden a shit-eating grin.

Aiden cocked an eyebrow competitively. “Is that a challenge?”

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