Page 8 of Extraction Play

“Don’t corrupt my sister,” Micah called after Meg.

“Hard to do when I was corrupted before you,” Eva called back, not bothering to turn around. The fact that her brother had gotten into the kink scene too felt a bit weird, but as long as they stayed in their separate lanes, she wouldn’t sweat it much.

Her footsteps echoed along with Meg’s as she descended into the dungeon. Her skin prickled with anticipation to see what awaited her down here. Honestly, she’d seize any distraction she could. She was percolating with too many thoughts and not any outlets. She wouldn’t burden her brother when she was already crashing on his couch, and her friend circle in Reno was unstable after her breakup with Jack.

So, instead she catastrophized inside her mind.

Truly, the healthy response.

She stepped onto the black-and-gray checkerboard-tiled floor, sparkling under the huge chandelier in the center. A St. Andrew’s Cross and leather kink furniture were stationed along the back wall of the room, between comfortable-looking red couches. An array of impact play instruments were laid out across the table, everything nice and even, and she couldn’t help but file away questions she had about some of the ones she hadn’t seen before.

Meg didn’t stop, though, but walked to the longer couch on the far wall, found a seat, and gestured at the spot next to her.

Eva took her time following, soaking in the cooler feel of the air down here, how the ambiance flooded her bloodstream with adrenaline as if she geared up for a scene. She settled into the leather couch beside Meg, leaving room for them to face each other.

“Okay,” Meg said. “Don’t think I missed the dodge-around. You can always tell me to fuck right off, but I’m going to dive in. Was anything last night at the club uncomfortable for you? Are you a seasoned Domme? New to the scene?”

Eva blinked, then blinked again. She should’ve anticipated this. Meg had pulled her to a private space so they could talk.

However, despite the direct questions, she wasn’t asking her to vomit up everything she struggled with right now. Simply questions to check in on her safety, which signaled a healthy kink community. “New to the scene, but with enough experience to know I shouldn’t be playing when I’m not in a good headspace. Nothing to do with the event, just circumstances.”

Meg nodded. “I’m not going to push with anything that’s not my business, but if you need space to unload, hit me up. Micah’s one of ours, and you’re clearly important to him. Would you be interested in learning the ropes more to feel comfortable? Or is it a bad time to play with anyone right now?”

Eva sucked in a long, slow breath, thinking over the words. Meg was beyond blunt, to the point, but hell, she also found her candor refreshing. It was clear the woman cared, and the offer of space to unload from a complete stranger came as a bit of a surprise, to be honest. She couldn’t even get her friends at home to listen the few times she’d tried broaching the subject.

“I’m always interested in learning, and my headspace has been up and down. Some moments would be great for the stress relief of domming, but last night a lot of different stimuli hit at once.”

“I approve of both of those answers.” Meg draped her arms along the back of the couch. “Too many new Doms come into the scene feeling like they need to prove something. I’ve been a part of it for fifteen years, and I’m still learning.”

“Do you have any classes going on?” Eva asked. “At least through the next week while I’ll be here? I live in Reno, unfortunately.”

A truth she was feeling a bit too hard lately. The idea of leaving like her brother had, of starting over, seemed better and better the more time she spent here. However, this was his scene, his people. She had a house in Reno, a community she’d built there. Granted, one on shakier ground than ever.

“If you’re around on Wednesday night, we host a private Play Night for the staff. Your brother’s already told me he can’t come to this one because he and Parker are making up for lost time. So if you wanted to swing by to try domming with a few of us, I have a particular scene I planned on playing out with Pixie.”

Oh, hell.

The chance to get a taste of the woman she’d been lusting over was irresistible. Fuck, even the way she’d been sitting on the couch this morning, her oversized tee making it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, had been potent. Eva had wanted to peel the fabric up and off her just to devour her nipples over and over again. The woman probably let out the prettiest cries.

Guilt filtered in a minute later. Pixie was off-limits. She wouldn’t want to cause problems between Micah and his best friend. Although, if she were only one Domme in a scene with others, that might be the perfect solution. A chance to experience what a perfect sub Pixie could be without wrecking anything for her brother.

“I’d be interested in hearing more,” Eva said, her heart thudding hard. “I’ve co-topped before, but not in a more public setting.”

“This would be the best opportunity to try it out,” Meg said. “And besides, Pixie’s one of my favorite subs to torture. Apart from my husband, of course.”

Eva picked at her nails. That could’ve been her, Jack, and Sienna—should have been. She’d thought they could be so incandescently happy, but then they’d left.

She wanted to ask Meg how she got people to stay, how she had a husband and multiple partners, but the answer was clear from everything about the woman—her poise, her attitude, her magnetism. Whereas Eva was dull, too finicky with her need to have everything in order.

No one could deal with that long term.

“Sure you don’t want to talk about anything?” Meg asked, her voice softening.

Eva’s heart squeezed tight. The woman welcomed her into her circle when she didn’t have to. The last thing she would do was weigh her down with more problems. “I’ll manage. Just fill me in on what to expect Wednesday.”

Meg grinned widely, revealing her white teeth. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Chapter Four

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