Page 150 of Plaything

“We’ll probably be outside most of the day, but her house is a bit...” Wyatt widened his eyes at me through the rearview mirror. It was quiet momentarily as he tried to find the words to say.

“What?” I urged, my curiosity building.

“She’s not shy about her interests,” Dominic finished.

My eyebrows pressed, still not following. That wasn’t a bad thing, was it? She was an adult with her own house. She should decorate it how she pleased. I dropped the subject and began fiddling with Niko’s hand.

Aiden held my hand, helping me out of the truck as I stared up at Jamie’s house, stunned. She had no neighbors for miles, and her landscaping was absolutely perfect, like the neighborhood I grew up in. Her house was Victorian in style but newly built. It was shades of black and deep maroon, absorbing light.

Well... it was certainly a bold design choice.

Vincent pulled up a few seconds before us and waved over his shoulder before entering the house without knocking. “Daddy’s home!” He called, clearly comfortable.

The creepy house made me nervous, and I had a death grip on Aiden’s hand as he led us into it.

I wasn’t expecting the interior to look any kind of way, but what I walked into was beyond anything I’d ever seen or imagined. The color drained from my face, and my legs stopped working in the doorway.

The walls and high ceilings were painted black, with maroon trim. The walls were decorated with what looked like torture devices. Whips, chains, paddles, ropes, and masks of every variation and color were everywhere. There were some objects that I didn’t know what category to place them in. The most attention-grabbing decor in the visible space was massive canvases lining the gigantic walls’ entire upper half.

Black-and-white photos of women. They were professionally done; that was obvious. But these women... they were either nude or in lingerie. The women were all stunning, but the positions they were in... or what they were doing... I couldn’t believe anyone would ever allow someone to photograph them and display them in their house so willingly.

My cheeks turned from pale to bright red in a second as I scanned each photo.

One canvas had a photo of a naked woman leaning back with her legs spread wide and her pussy flashing the camera, with some kind of toy inside both of her holes and her middle finger touching her clit.

Another was more innocent. It was a woman who had curves in all the right places. A thin, wet sheet was draped over her, and she was turned to the side, showing her feminine silhouette.

My eyes quickly scanned through picture after picture until my eyes landed on the last one I could bear to look at. It was a woman with long, bright hair spread around her on a bed. Her breasts were exposed, cupped by a lingerie corset around her ribs. A man’s veiny hand was wrapped firmly around her neck, choking her. While the photo was in black and white, her eyes were obviously glazed and bloodshot. She was mid-moan, and the man was obviously inside of her, although the only hints of him in the photo were his hand and muscular arm.

It took me longer to realize than I was willing to admit, but the photo was of Reesia and Collin.

Oh. My. God.

My eyes fell to the floor, seeing as every surface of this house was covered in kinky things. I understood what Wyatt was trying to say now. Jamie definitely wasn’t shy about her... interests.

Aiden let out a small chuckle before pulling me further into the house, where I saw more of her possessions in my peripheral vision. “You can look,” Aiden whispered.

No, I really couldn’t. It seemed like an invasion of privacy. The objects seemed private, and the photos... I simply would rather pass away than look up. The only people I’d ever seen naked were my professors and strangers on the internet when I looked up BDSM. Those videos were grotesque, and I wasn’t focused on the nudity, rather than the painful objects being used on them. A shiver went up my spine, knowing I saw several of the same sharp objects riddled on these walls. I kept my gaze cast downward, finding the floor a safe place to look. I softly shook my head.

“Welcome,” Jamie’s voice broke me from my thoughts. She stood at the kitchen counter, a smirk on her red lips. Vincent was next to her, snacking on a bowl of chips. The kitchen seemed safe from the toys, but there were still photos of varying sizes everywhere. “You look a bit red, Cupcake. Something wrong?” she teased, glancing behind me at my other three professors.

Ha. Ha. Funny. Excuse me while I melt into the floor.

I quickly shook my head. “No!” My shrill voice betrayed me. I didn’t want to offend her or disrespect her style. There was literally a photo of two women’s tongues licking a clit, with strings of spit everywhere right behind where Jamie was standing.

Aiden let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. My arms were crossed over my stomach, and although I was clothed, I couldn’t help but feel exposed in this house. I basked in his warmth but felt his body tremble as he chuckled.

“Odette!” A cheery voice called. My attention snapped to Reesia and Collin, who walked through the front door, not paying mind to Jamie’s choice of decor. Were they blind? Reesia was skipping towards me with a massive smile on her face. I was beyond happy she was here, but then I remembered that canvas...

She grabbed my hand, uncrossing my arms. “Hey! How was the rest of the week? The news has died down a little, but it’s still—are you okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded.

A crate by one of the walls caught my attention. It was a dog cage, and I suddenly felt the urge to squeeze something that wasn’t Aiden. Where was Cat when I needed him?

I glanced at Jamie. “What kind of dog do you have?” I asked, needing a change of subject immediately. Also, I wanted to pet and squeeze that dog wherever it was.

Jamie looked confused before cocking an eyebrow. “I don’t have a dog?”

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