Page 163 of Plaything

The man whipped her again, and she cried out then it was followed by a gentle moan. Wetness was dripping down her thighs, mimicking the tears on her cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered. I’d enjoyed my own pleasure mixed with pain—but there was no pleasure coming from that cruel whip. Her ass was red and slashes from the metal ends was covering her skin.

“Some people get off on pain,” he explained simply. “Sensation or impact play is a spectrum, Baby. Look over there,” he nodded his head in another direction. A woman sat with her legs up in a chair, blindfolded as a man used a feather to tease her. She was squirming against the restraints her arms were in. “See? They’re both enjoying themselves in the way they prefer.”

There were too many things and too many people to look at. I couldn’t process it all at once; I was feeling overwhelmed. My eyes dropped to the floor, giving myself a break.

Niko squeezed my hand. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Cariño.”

Truthfully, my head was empty. I looked up and smiled the best I could for being so nervous. “That I’m definitely more of a feather girl than a whip girl,” my voice shook.

“Yeah?” He smiled charmingly. “Maybe if you behave well enough tonight, we can test that theory,” he flirted.

I turned to look around again but locked eyes with at least ten people. It was then that I realized over half the people in here were staring at us. Intrigue, lust, curiosity, excitement—the expressions were never-ending and changing as we walked further into the room. I was also reminded of my lack of clothing.

Instinctively, I went to move my hands in front of me, but Wyatt and Niko didn’t let me budge. “Easy, Baby,” Wyatt cooed.

“You’re okay,” Niko comforted at the same time.

I began feeling incredibly small under the intense stares and whispering voices. I turned, making sure Dominic was still next to Wyatt. He stood proud, staring back at the sea of people, unaffected by the looks and hushed voices. I turned to Aiden, only to see him already staring at me with calculating eyes.

A few women gave me friendly smiles and waved at me like they knew me. Maybe they were friends with my professors, or perhaps they could see how obviously on edge I was. Either way, I smiled back. The men didn’t wave or smile at me, but after they got done looking at me, some would nod approvingly or give a thumbs-up to one of my guys. They must have been friends.

They said they had several friends, so I expected a handful of people to acknowledge us. They failed to mention that they were popular around here. Almost everyone who wasn’t actively doing something sexual looked pleased to see them and eager to see me.

“You have a lot of friends,” I whispered.

Wyatt let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my back as we walked. “They’re just surprised to see us. They’ll stop staring in a moment,” he assured but didn’t sound too confident in himself.

We turned a corner where booths lined the walls. It seemed like a more casual area where people weren’t going at it like rabbits or hurting each other. Along with the booths, there were pool tables, tall round tables with barstools, and a couple foosball tables—

I gasped when I noticed the woman arching against the foosball table. A man was standing on the other side, pushing and pulling the corresponding rod, using it to fuck her.

My eyes quickly darted away. Familiar faces caught my eye as I saw Collin and Vincent sitting at one of the booths.

The whispering voices traveled like a wave, and when they reached them, they turned to us. Collin put an arm up, and the single wave caught my professor’s attention. Vincent’s gaze locked on me before I saw him mouth ‘holy shit.’

“Odette!” The shrill voice comforted me, and I immediately turned to see Reesia skipping up towards us. She wore a pink Baby doll with a matching thong—it was very her. I was beyond happy to see her bubbly self, but she’d somehow drawn more attention to us.

She stopped before me and touched the diamond chain around my waist. “You look stunning! As soon as I heard the single doms whispering about ‘the new hot girl,’ I knew it was you and came running.” She grinned. “I’m so happy you’re here, even if it is with them instead of me,” she shot my professors a playful, sharp look.

“Hands off, Reese. Remember that when we’re in here, you have to ask us for permission before touching her.” Niko shooed her hand away from me.

“Rude. Well, do I have your permission?” She shot back.

Niko grinned. “Hmm... no,” he smiled as if he were delighted.

I furrowed my brows. Reesia was a toucher. I think it was her love language, and I really didn’t mind. “It’s okay, you can—”

“Ah, ah, ah, Cariño,” Niko scolded lightly. “As your dominants, no one is allowed to touch you unless we say so. Not even Reesia. Understand?”

“It’s a club rule,” Wyatt chimed in. “It enforces boundaries and keeps everyone safe,” he explained. I loved that he kept explaining everything. I was overwhelmed and beyond cognitive processing.

“Ass,” Reesia scowled at Niko, knowing that he was purposely getting under her skin. “Fine. You win,” she rolled her eyes. She smiled at me. “We should have a sleepover! I’ll kick Collin out for the night, and we can have a girl’s night—no clothes required,” she glanced at Niko.

His hold tightened on my hand as he pulled me away from her. “Why don’t we go find Collin and tell him what a brat you’re being, shall we?” He threatened.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. “You win!” She shook her head, immediately backing down. “Damn it...” she mumbled under her breath, turning to look at Collin.

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