Page 157 of Plaything

I still didn’t have daddy issues, though! Nope, not this girl.

Finished with all my homework and studying, I plopped down between Wyatt and Niko with a huff. My long legs rested against the coffee table, and my shoulders slumped. I stared up at Wyatt for a few minutes, and when I got no reaction from him, I did the same to Niko.

What does a girl have to do around here to get a smidgen of attention? They were ignoring me, and from the lifted corner of Niko’s mouth, they were enjoying their games.

“Yes?” Wyatt finally questioned without looking away from his computer.

“I’m bored,” I leaned my cheek against his arm, looking up at him with doe eyes. Fuck me.

He glanced down at me and chuckled. He tilted his head back as if saying a quick prayer before looking back at his computer. “Find a way to entertain yourself,” he suggested. “Drink water, go for a walk, color a picture, read a book, bake, do a puzzle...” he trailed off.

Are you kidding me? “I don’t want to do any of those things,” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

Wyatt shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stay bored then,” he dismissed.

I lifted a brow. Or you could stick your fingers in me.

Seeing as I wasn’t getting through to Wyatt, I turned to Niko again.

“Don’t start,” he immediately ordered, not even sparing me a glance. His voice was stern, and I was slightly taken aback by it.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. If they would just slip a hand into my shorts and feel how wet I was, they’d break for sure. But they wouldn’t... Why couldn’t my brain have answered sooner in the hot tub? Stupid Odette.

A few minutes passed as they clicked away at their laptops, and their pens glided across papers. I was wallowing in self-pity, fiddling with the tie strings of my shorts.

They’d better be enjoying this because I sure wasn’t. It was just as much punishment for me as it was for them. I bet they were craving me wrapped around them, slowly rocking my hips with their thrusts...

Ugh... I crossed my legs, squeezing them together.

My skin warmed, and I knew eyes were on me, but I didn’t let that stop my train of thought.

Have they been touching themselves in the shower? Did they close their eyes and imagine it was my throat instead of their fists? I wonder what they thought of when they came on the shower walls. God, I hoped they were thinking about how much better they’d feel if I was there to swallow every last drop.

It hurt. My pussy physically hurt from how badly I wanted them. My horny thoughts weren’t helping my situation either.

With another dramatic sigh, I looked around the room. Aiden’s eyes flickered away from me quickly, pretending he wasn’t staring.

Niko’s laptop and papers were on the armrest, leaving his lap and torso open. His legs were resting on a leg rest. He looked comfortable, so I scooted over and laid my head on his chest, my legs thrown over his. I made sure to press my thigh against his dick, hopefully teasing him just a bit.

“What are you doing, Cariño?” He speculated, aware of my antics.

“Sleeping,” I innocently answered with my eyes shut. I needed my brain to turn off so I’d stop thinking about what I couldn’t have. I need a break from the constant ache. Plus, I was bored anyway. Nothing (besides them) sounded worth doing right now.

He ran his hand through my hair and chuckled.

Wyatt

“Did she actually fall asleep?” Dominic asked in disbelief, looking up from his paperwork at her. She’d been still for some time now.

That caught my attention, and I looked at her, too. Sure enough, the Little Doll was fast asleep against Niko. I thought she was bluffing, and this was one of her shy little attempts at seducing him. She’d been trying with all her might to get one of us to fold and touch her—but we were having too much fun.

None of us expected her to have such a bratty side. She got one hell of an attitude when her pussy wasn’t given the attention it deserved.

I thought the punishment was unfair, honestly. She was a perfect angel for us. She never talked back; she took care of herself, trusted us, and listened to our directions, even if she was unsure. She was fucking perfect, and I didn’t exactly agree with the four-day punishment.

Dominic was just being cruel for the sake of his own sick game. She was trying so hard not to make it obvious when she and Dominic were in the hot tub. We kept having to distract our friends so they wouldn’t turn around and see her trembling on top of him.

She hadn’t given us a real reason to punish her—something we were all anxiously awaiting. Dom just got bored and wanted to fuck with her. It was working.

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