Page 51 of Filtration Play
“However, tonight, your pretty ass is mine,” Fin said nice and loud. “Though you’re all welcome to touch my gorgeous sub once I get him bound up.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed as the attention of the room swept to him.
Meg curled their lips, their dark eyes wolfish. Similarly, both Ezra and Kai looked over in interest.
“Pixie’s going to be a bit occupied,” Eva said, “but she can always watch as I touch.”
Pixie let out a whine.
Eva arched her brow. “Keep that up, and you’ll get double time on the vibe.”
“Where can we touch?” Nolan asked, his gaze on Ollie.
He glanced at Fin, who gave him an arch look in return. “In the future, I’m happy to convey your limits and preferences in a scene if that’s the headspace you want, but this is your first time playing with everyone. If there’s anyone you don’t feel comfortable playing with, anyone you don’t want touching you, or if you don’t want to do the scene at all, no harm, no foul. I’m happy to watch the show and kick back with some Mario Kart.”
“You don’t want to play them in Mario Kart. They get even more obnoxious,” Sloan teased.
Ollie sucked in a deep breath. Was he really doing this? It had only been a little over a month ago when he’d met Fin and gotten his first taste of kink. And now he negotiated getting touched in a room full of kinksters. Yet he felt more comfortable than he ever could’ve imagined. “I, uh, don’t want to be penetrated by anyone other than Fin. And mycock will be caged and off-limits too. Apart from that, I’m good with anywhere else.”
“Just touch?” Meg asked.
Ollie passed another helpless look Fin’s way.
Fin’s grin spread. “She’s asking if teeth, tongue, anything else is fine.”
Ngh. Lust rippled through him hot and heavy. “Light teeth, mouth, tongue are fine.”
Fin leaned in and nipped at his ear. “Good boy.”
God, he didn’t know how he would survive tonight.
“Boxers on or off?” Fin guided him over to what looked like an odd leather bench with a raised part in the center and two lower padded spots.
He licked his lips. Pixie had stripped out of her flimsy dress and was divesting herself of her panties, all smooth, creamy skin on display. Sloan was also in the process of stripping down, as was Tristan, Meg’s husband. The nudity was one of the hurdles he’d been more nervous about, but watching the ease that everyone ditched their clothes, a resolve had settled in him that had been in flux before.
“Off,” he said.
“Ngh, damn.” Fin cupped his ass, giving it a squeeze, as if they hadn’t just spent the past hour taking photos of him mostly stripped. They’d dropped a few layers, down to a loose white muscle tee and leggings that showcased their corded muscles. Fin didn’t waste time in losing a few more. They tossed the tee and rolled their leggings down, exposing the packer protruding from their boxer briefs. It was softer than the one they’d fucked him with, and his mouth watered.
Fin passed him a whiplash grin, the spark in their hazel eyes that had first captured him. “If you want a taste, strip for me.”
Hell yes. Ollie tugged his shirt off, then his sweats. He gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs, letting the slight prickle of nerves rush through him. Then he slid those down too. It helped he’d been here several times before with Fin to shoot, so the dungeon had become a familiar place for him.
Fin crowded his space, their hand on his ass as they guided him over to the bench contraption. “God, you look so fucking good. I need to fuck you so badly, babe.”
Ollie snuck a glance around the room. Tristan and Sloan sat on the couch as Ezra and Kai got undressed too. Meg roamed toward them, same as Nolan. Pixie kneeled on the floor, naked and bound in bondage tape, which kept her arms at her sides. A Hitachi was situated between her thighs, and Eva turned it on at a low hum. Pixie’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
“She’s gorgeous, but your attention’s with me right now.” Fin tapped the side of his face. Their knowing gaze sent a shiver through him. “Head to the spanking bench, and we’ll get you bound up.”
He approached the contraption, and Fin gestured where he should lie down and then the lower parts where he rested his arms and legs. Bent over like this, his ass was on clear display, and the vulnerability of the position sent a shudder through him. The need to come formed a steady pulse through him, but Fin would be freeing him before they fucked him tonight.
Damn, he couldn’t wait.
Ollie settled onto the comfortable leather bench, which held his weight with ease.
“I’m going to tie your arms and legs to the bench to keep you from escaping,” Fin said. “You’ll just have to lie on the bench, look pretty, and take it.”
