Page 166 of Plaything

My pussy greedily clenched at the thought of being alone with them. They owed me an orgasm. I’d patiently waited for days, thinking of nothing other than them buried inside me.

“The choice is yours,” Dominic rasped. His eyebrows fell, darkening his eyes in the dim room. “Or, if you prefer, we can wait until we get home,” he added.

I couldn’t wait any longer and knew they couldn’t either. They’d been itching to touch me all night.

Deciding that waiting wasn’t an option, I had a much harder decision to make. Dominic’s dirty words from earlier rang in my mind.

What? You don’t want to bounce on Daddy’s cock for everyone to see?

Awe, you do want us to abuse your little holes for everyone to see.

The courage I’d been searching for all night crawled up my throat. “You choose the room. Don’t tell me which room you chose until we’re back home,” I said, determined to test my fate.

The thrill was intoxicating. Nerves and adrenaline combated in my veins, making my heart race.

Their expressions mixed with smirks and approval as they nodded. “Are you certain?” Aiden questioned with the lift of his brow.

I was overly certain that I wanted them to touch me—at this point, I didn’t care where. My nod came off more eager than I intended, earning chuckles from them.

“I don’t know,” Dominic began in a teasing voice. “Do you think your bratty attitude the past few days deserves to cum?” He taunted. My eyes went wide. “Maybe we should keep our hands to ourselves a few more days until you learn manners,” he shrugged.

The apprehensive looks Wyatt and Niko sent him told me that he would extend the punishment.

Narrowing my eyes on him, I shook my head. I would regret my next words, but it was my only way of assuring they would take me up to a room and fuck me until I shook. “It seems like this whole punishment thing is an excuse because you’re too old and need a break,” I shot.

The urge to run away hit me like a meteor. If we were home, I would have bolted. Here, I had nowhere to go. Why did that seem like a good idea? That was so stupid of me! His fists tightened, and I struggled to hold eye contact with him as his eyes darkened.

Behind him, Niko’s mouth dropped, and he nudged Wyatt, who looked concerned—concerned for me. Aiden held the same eager look as before, moving closer to me like a predator ready to attack.

The gentleness Dominic held me with earlier disappeared as he grabbed my wrist and began walking. I stumbled behind him, struggling to keep up as he stormed up some stairs—my professors following closely behind. Eyes bore into me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about anyone else but myself at that moment.

I fucked up.

“It was a joke!” I tried to defend myself, now fearful of what they would do to me. “I wasn’t serious,” I added.

His lack of response was petrifying. I was a smart girl, I really was... so why I decided to provoke him was beyond me. I wanted them to touch me, but something told me I was about to get more than I asked for.

Still dragging me behind him, Dominic practically flew down the hall with his long strides. I barely took note of them, but we’d passed by Collin and Reesia (whose hair was much more unruly than the last time I saw her).

Dominic threw open a door and tossed me into it. I stumbled over my legs, struggling to find balance in my heels before I fell to my ass.

The room had the same dim orange lighting that made everything look like it was about to catch fire. A large bed with perfectly ironed white sheets was in the middle of the room. Large posts with chains and knobs on it were on each of the corners. One of the walls was filled with different whips, paddles, and various other torture devices.

My professors closed the door behind them, and I quickly rose to my feet again. Nervously fidgeting with my fingers in front of me, I stared at them wide-eyed. I didn’t dare speak first, knowing I’d only get into more trouble.

Niko set the black bag down on a tall table in the corner of the room and began to dig through it. Aiden sat on the bed, his knees spread, elbows resting against them as he watched me, a sick, excited grin on his lips. It was clear that he was getting off on seeing me so nervous.

“Bend over Aiden’s lap,” Dominic ordered. My eyes flickered to his thick, vein-covered hands that began removing his belt. “Now,” he growled.

My feet moved quickly, and Aiden was swift to grab my body and place me over his knee. The bed was high off the ground, leaving my ass in the air as I stared at the dark hardwood floor.

“Do you know what happens to little sluts who run their mouth?” Dominic’s shoes were loud against the floor as he slowly approached.

Something tells me it wasn’t instant forgiveness. I shook my head.

“You will use your words in this room, Doll,” Aiden gave my hair a warning tug.

“N-no,” my voice trembled.

---