Page 195 of Plaything

The last fifty feet was a battle. I would be ahead by a few inches, then Niko would be. It was incredibly frustrating, and I wasn’t expecting the race to be as close as it was.

With my heart racing and a smile on my lips, I won by inches. Too close for comfort.

“Damn it!” Niko shouted in defeat before I saw him turn into the woods in my peripheral.

It took me a few seconds to slow down, stopping a few feet past the mailbox. Turning around, I was ready to gloat my victory. “I told you—”

They were gone. The world seemed eerily quiet compared to the footsteps just seconds ago. The gravel crunched under my shoes as I stepped forward, looking at the manor and into the thick trees. “Guys?” I called.

No response. They’d vanished into the forest. I stood in the middle of the road, a new wave of adrenaline flowing through my veins as I recalled Aiden’s warning.

They were watching me; I could feel the heat of their gaze on my skin as I stood still. “Don’t be sore losers,” I playfully called out, hoping they’d respond.

Just as I finished my sentence, something white in the road caught my attention. It was a piece of balled-up paper. Sending another weary glance towards the trees, I hesitantly walked and picked up the paper.

Unfolding it, I read the red ink in Aiden’s handwriting:

If you’re so fast... prove it. Come find us. Or are you scared?

With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, my eyes scanned the trees again. To my confusion, I felt arousal puddle between my legs. A mixture of fear and excitement of the unknown filled me, and I found myself taking hesitant steps towards the tree line. I knew the chase was on once I stepped off the gravel. The real chase.

The earth crunched and snapped below my shoe as I slowly entered the thick woods. “Aiden?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Wyatt?”

My heart was pounding. I couldn’t fathom why I was so uneasy. After all, it was just my professors. Still, I felt like prey being stalked and hunted.

A twig snapped behind me, making me whirl around. Wyatt stood with some kind of collar with a ball on it, a playful Hyde-ish glimmer in his eyes. Thanks to my horrific Google search months ago, I knew it was a ballgag, and I knew exactly what it was used for. They knew how much I liked having my mouth played with... and they knew putting that on me would be torture.

“You look scared, Baby,” he taunted while slowly approaching me. “Are you?”

To gloat or not to gloat? Part of me was still relishing my victory, while the other begged me to return to the house. Unfortunately, I remained stupidly competitive. “A little, maybe. Knowing I can outrun you all makes this less scary.”

Taking my words as a challenge, he nodded once while humming to himself. “Careful. Next time you sass, I’ll count the syllables,” he warned before taking a quick step towards me.

I flinched back, ready to dart in the opposite direction. To my relief and confusion, he stopped, smirking at my fearful withdrawal.

Leaves crunched to my left and right, and I saw Dominic and Aiden appear, wearing the same eager grin as Wyatt. They wanted to chase me, and I was going to let them. I could only imagine what would happen if they caught me, which excited me.

“Odette!” Niko’s sing-song, chipper voice echoed through the woods behind me, followed by a devilish chuckle that sent chills to my core.

Aiden was the first to move, and I dashed into the woods. Footsteps were all around me, coming from different directions on the dirt ground. We weren’t racing towards a specific spot; the woods were fair game, and they took full advantage.

I came to a skidding halt, seeing Dominic casually leaning against a tree, waiting for me. How he got ahead of me was beyond me. Quickly turning in the opposite direction, I was instantly trapped in Niko’s strong arms. “That didn’t take much, boys,” he smirked as the other three surrounded us.

My hair was yanked back, and I whimpered as Wyatt stood before me, gag ready in his hands. “Open,” he demanded.

I was too scared to sulk even for a moment as I opened my mouth, where he placed the ball into my mouth and secured the strap around my head. “Show me what you do when you can’t use your safeword,” he insisted. I tapped the nearest thing to me (which happened to be Niko) twice. “Good,” he said softly—deceptively. His eyes flicked behind me once, and my shirt was torn off of me by Niko.

Niko’s hot mouth was against my neck as his greedy rough hands pulled my skirt up my waist, exposing my ass and pussy. My panties were ripped from me, the lace breaking as he tossed them to the side. “Look at this,” his finger slid between my slick folds, roughly pumping a finger inside me without warning.

I gasped around the gag, my eyes widening at the sudden pleasure.

“Looks like our little Bambi got off on being chased down,” he groaned against my ear, his wet tongue teasing the cartilage.

Dominic’s large hand cupped my cheek. “Such a pretty Plaything. I almost feel bad for what we’re about to do to you,” his brows knitted in false sympathy.

“I don’t,” Aiden rasped before cupping my breast, his index and thumb pinching my hardened nipple. I flinched back further into Niko, who continued to fingerfuck me and nibble at my neck. “Look at her. Bucking her hips, drooling, eyes begging us to use her like a slut,” he smirked.

“Is he right?” Niko’s voice was slightly higher than usual, almost tauntingly. It intimidated me. “Is that what you want, Cariño? You want us to be rough with you?” He bit down on my lobe as he pulled his finger out of me.

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