Page 16 of Playing By Their Rules

One thing is clear as I passively watch a sub give his Domme head beneath their table. The scene is hot, but it doesn’t matter how many power exchanges I witness. Low Vice isn’t doing anything for me. Nothing does anything for me anymore, because all I can think about is my hot, young student and the way her tongue peeked out of her lips to lick a lollipop during my class.

Feeling disgusted with myself, I follow Chance’s example and go home.

6

BYE, TEACH!

Maisie

Sunday afternoon, Bradley and I lounge in my living room, stuffed after filling our bellies with left-over Chinese food. Sunlight beams through the windows, making me feel sleepy and food-drunk. Bradley has his phone out and he’s scrolling through profiles on a dating app. That guy is bent on mischief in any way he can get it, and there’s something peaceful and comforting about that.

But something has been bothering me for a couple of days now, and if I don’t bring it up now, I never will. Besides, Mina will be home any minute, and I can’t have this conversation in front of her.

“Hey, Bradley?”

“Yeah?” He swipes a few times across the screen. I can’t tell if he’s swiping right or left, but I hope he’s finding promising candidates.

“The other night, in Gladius Hall?”

He looks up, his deep hazel eyes appearing lighter in the sun. “Yeah?”

“You were cool with all of that?” I ask. “Truly?”

“I told you I was.” He smiles. “You don’t believe me?”

“No, I do. It’s just, I shouldn’t have used you.”

Setting down his phone, he says, “Maisie, it’s cool. It was fucking hilarious, actually. Did you see the look on his face?”

“Ha.” I pull a throw pillow over my head and smile into it. “He was pissed.”

“He wants you.”

“Nah.” I take the pillow away.

“My dude.” Bradley’s voice is earnest, even though he’s calling me dude. “He definitely wants you.”

“He’s not going to do anything about it, though,” I say. “Neither of them are. I’m still a child to them, probably. The age gap is too large.”

“So show them you aren’t a child,” he says.

“What do you mean?”

Bradley’s mouth screws up in a repressed grin. “Maybe we should do it again. I mean, what’s he going to do?”

A burst of hysterical laughter erupts from my mouth at the thought. Chance warned us off, told us not to let it happen again. But what is he going to do if we return?

But Bradley…he might be aromantic, but I don’t want to give him mixed messages.

“No, we can’t,” I say.

“We can, but if you don’t want to, I’ll follow your lead. It was pretty fucking funny, though.”

“You’re insane,” I say.

Laughing, he tosses a pillow at me. “Maybe.”

The more I think about it, though, the better it sounds. To be fair, this is a very childish antic and is probably not at all showing Chance that I’m an adult. But the temptation to see his reaction again is great. I crave his attention, whether positive or negative. However I can gain his attention, I want to do it.

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