Page 160 of Plaything

Whenever I thought about the possibility of someone admitting they loved me, I felt dread. It was a nice thing, a confession that everyone should want to hear at least once. I was scared of love because it simply didn’t exist like in movies and books. It was a concept.

But what Aiden confessed... It made me believe in something. Maybe love didn’t exist, but I wasn’t interested in love. No, I was far more interested in being his dream girl... the star in his chest.

There was no way I could be seen in this without catching fire and melting into a puddle on the floor. I was practically naked! I didn’t have the spine to be seen in lingerie by anyone other than my professors. Even if they saw me in this, I’d turn crimson red.

Turning in the mirror again, I groaned. My modest breasts were scarcely covered in delicate black lace, just thick enough to cover my nipples. The panties matched the bra, black, lace, and sheer. A thin strand of silk tied into a pretty black bow above my ass, securing my panties snugly low on my hips. My ass was partially covered in lace, leaving a small amount of cheek exposed. Sheer black stockings covered my legs, from my heeled feet to my thighs, where they ended.

I looked fine, I guess. It just felt... naughty. The lingerie was expensive, but something about it made me feel cheap. I hated cheap. When I bought it, I thought I looked stunning, but now that I had to wear it in front of strangers... I felt bland.

Even with glossed lips, mascara on my lashes, freshly shaven and lotioned skin, and my hair in voluminous waves down my back... I couldn’t help but cringe at my reflection. I needed something more, something that added some class so I wouldn’t feel like a hooker.

“Odette, you okay in there?” Niko knocked on my door.

“Yeah!” I called back. It was almost time to go, and I hated the way I looked in this. “Just a sec,” I rushed out.

I went into my closet and pulled out my jewelry case, hoping to God something would catch my eye. Jewels, gold, and all things shiny had always been a guilty pleasure of mine. I had quite the collection, but I rarely ever wore them in fear that they would draw too much attention or I’d damage them.

Russian diamonds caught my eye—a stunning string of them that I hadn’t thought about in years. I held them up, watching them gleam in the light. I was nineteen when I bought them in Dubai—Charles’ money, of course (I wasn’t proud of it).

With the diamond chain in hand, I scurried over to my mirror and clasped it around my waist, where it fit snugly below my ribs. Another long chain of diamonds connected to the waistband, and I hooked the second band around my thigh.

It was my first time wearing the body jewelry, and it was perfect. No longer did I feel like a cheap hooker; I looked dazzling. The diamonds sparkled against my tanned skin and tied the outfit together into what I was going to call: slutty elegance.

It was still going to be a challenge for me to be seen in something so revealing. My professors assured me no one would say anything, even with my name and picture on the news. They said that there were many important people that went to Jamie’s club. Along with a nondisclosure agreement, there was a mutual understanding that no one was permitted to talk about who or what they saw within the walls. No electronics were allowed, assuring no one would be photographed, videoed, or have their voice caught on an audio. It seemed extreme, but it made me feel safe.

Pulling a thigh-length black coat over myself, I headed downstairs.

My four handsome professors were waiting for me in the living room, dressed in lavish suits. I had to stop myself from swooning as I approached them.

“Ready?” Wyatt asked. His kind smile calmed my nerves a bit. For a split second, I forgot that we were going to a BDSM club—not a ball.

“Ready.” I nodded.

Niko tugged on my coat. “You’re not going to show us what you’re wearing?” His mouth twisted into a dirty grin.

“Hmm,” I teased. “Nope,” I giggled.

I’d been slowly dying for days without their touch. They could last a 20-minute drive in the car, guessing what was under my coat.

He bit his lip and rolled his eyes. “On a scale from one to ten, how slutty is it?”

“Get in the car, Niko,” Dominic chuckled once at him as he grabbed my hand and began walking to the car.

“Ah, come on. It’s an innocent question—”

“For you? Six. For me? Ten.” I teased as we entered the car.

“My God, how much ankle are you showing?” He joked. He was trying to lessen my nerves by joking with me, and I was beyond appreciative of him. I could tell he was excited to go.

“Ankle and shoulder,” I huffed a laugh.

Wyatt drove, Aiden was in the passenger’s seat, and Dominic and Niko held my hands in the back. They were all being so casual, talking as if we were going out for ice cream or something. It made nervousness harder when my mind wasn’t on the destination.

The car ride passed quickly. We were in a part of town that I didn’t recognize. Everywhere I looked, there were luxury vehicles and high-end stores. Wyatt pulled into a parking garage that was somewhat hidden down an alley.

“Do you remember what I told you, Darling?” Dominic asked.

My mind went blank. “Um, no,” I answered honestly. The nerves were back in full force.

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