Page 1 of Extraction Play

Chapter One

The kink scene in San Francisco blew Reno’s out of the water.

Eva’s eyes were drawn in every direction as she soaked in the sights of the dance club in full swing for the night Whipped hosted at Ouroboros. How her brother, Micah, had launched from their shitty hometown in Nevada to working as a barista at the most well-known kink café in the San Francisco region was beyond her, but she enjoyed reaping the benefits now.

Her life back in Reno hadn’t just wrecked on the rocks, but her relationship with her parents had as well. She needed to let loose.

Her preferred method was with a crop and a pretty sub.

However, she’d take getting out of her brother’s apartment and out of herhead for a night.

Eva had headed straight for the dungeon, where the steady thump of bass from the un-tiss un-tiss music in the front rooms was drowned out by the moans of participants and cracks of floggers and canes. The dimmed lighting only enhanced the scenes taking place around her. Once they got there, Micah had vanished, though he was entangled in something complicated between him and one of the Doms at Whipped. Which would’ve left Eva by her lonesome had it not been for Pixie, Micah’s roommate.

Pixie had settled in front of an impact play demo in the center stage, and Eva sidled up next to her. She’d be lying if she said the woman wasn’t distracting—from the moment she’d shown up at Micah’s apartment—but she was also Micah’s best friend. Totally off-limits.

Pixie’s lips curled into a foxy grin, her sparkling blue eyes the same hue as her short hair. The cut showcased her slender chin, the graceful neck leading to sloping shoulders and sinful curves. The black bralette she wore placed her lush breasts on clear display, and that, combined with the black tutu and white thigh-high boots, had heads turning everywhere she went. Eva sucked in a breath and tried to focus on the demo.

“See up there?” Pixie leaned in a little closer so Eva could hear. She caught the whiff of jasmine that was unmistakably Pixie, a scent Eva had memorized at the loft apartment Pixie and Micah shared. “The Dom’s my friend Fin. They’re in need of a spanking more than anyone I know, but they’d also break your hands if you tried. And the sub is Nolan. He also works at Whipped.”

Eva focused on the scene. The Dom had a wicked glint in their eyes and an equally sharp grin as they brought their flogger down on the sub’s ass—bare but for a G-string—the crack echoing through the room. Nolan’s back arched at the impact, but a moment later, his eyes fluttered as bliss flooded his features.

“Is that something you like?” Eva asked, her voice throaty. If she knew how to turn off the flirt around gorgeous subs, she would, but it became compulsory. A newer talent and one that had ultimately caused trouble.

Pixie wrinkled her nose, a beautiful button one covered in a few freckles and accented by a septum piercing. “I’m fine with some light impact, but Nolan’s more our resident pain slut.”

“Our?” Eva latched onto the conversation Pixie offered. As much as she’d wanted the distraction of a kink night, she’d been launched into so much new the past week her life seemed to be spinning out of control. She still had a job in Reno and a house, technically. But seeing her brother leap from his old home to a new one here had been inspiring after the upheavals as of late.

“We all help out at Whipped,” Pixie explained, leaning in close again. “Nolan’s our marketing manager, but everyone kind of has their kink specialties too. Though he likes giving pain as much as he likes receiving.”

Eva arched a brow as Fin put their weight into the swings of the flogger, eliciting moans from Nolan. The cracks were coming faster, a vicious melody to them that made her blood hum. She itched to step into those Domme shoes again, but all the unfamiliar made her retreat just as fast. She scanned the room for Micah, and her gaze landed on her brother restrained to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Well, that was new.

She returned her focus to the demo. Her little brother was all grown up, but she sure as hell didn’t need to see him splayed out as someone’s sub.

Commotion came from Micah’s direction a moment later, and a muscular guy marched toward him. One of the Dommes who’d been running a scene on another stage rushed up beside the big guy, and security marched in.

“What’s going on?” Eva asked, her pulse picking up.

The big guy was unstrapping her brother from the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Oh, fuck,” Pixie swore.

The Dom who’d been with Micah was getting escorted out by security. Sharp pain lanced through Eva’s heart at the thought of anything happening to her brother, and she started marching over in their direction.

“Wait.” Pixie’s hand wrapped around her wrist, the grip tentative but strong enough to stop her. “Parker has him.”

“Parker, as in the guy he’s been moping over?” Eva asked, her jaw clenched as the panic alarm flared inside her louder and louder. She’d already let her brother down in the past. She couldn’t just sit on the sidelines.

“Yeah,” Pixie said, her deep-set eyes soft. “He’s one of the best people on the planet. Your brother’s in good hands.”

“I still need to check in on him,” Eva said, the guilt coating her skin thick enough she’d need to slough it off.

The excitement and thrill of the evening had vanished. She wouldn’t be playing with anyone tonight—not in this headspace.

“We can swing over.” Pixie chewed on her lower lip. Their eyes met, and Pixie’s sparked with understanding. “Would you want to get out of here afterward? I’m not feeling the vibe, and I’m pretty sure Micah and Parker are going to want a lot of time to themselves.”

The aforementioned pair sat together in the aftercare corner, and based on the way Micah cuddled into Parker’s chest, how protective he seemed over her brother—yeah, Pixie’s assessment was probably right.

“I know what you’re doing,” Eva said, the arch tone slipping out. “I can head out on my own. You can still enjoy your night.”

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