Page 16 of Filtration Play
Fin placed their hand on the back of his chair and leaned next to him. This close, he caught a whiff of their scent, a sharp, woodsy one. “So, this is Pixie and her girlfriend, Eva.” They pointed to the two women across from him. “And Nolan works here in marketing.”
The guy sitting next to him waved. He was lanky with green hair tugged into a bun, and the whole punk vibe with his flannel and spiked collar looked damn good on him. Truthfully, seeing this many gorgeous people in one place was distracting as hell, and yet Fin commanded his attention wholly.
“You make me sound so boring,” Nolan said, then fixed his gaze on Ollie. “So, you’re hot as fuck. New to the scene? Want some breaking in?” He waggled his brows.
Fin’s hand shifted behind Ollie as they clutched the chair a little tighter. Interesting. His heart thrummed harder. Not like they’d getpossessive over him. He was always the leftover one, glossed over in a group. And they had the whole scene at their picking.
“And what does breaking in entail?” Ollie flirted, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“Pretty sure I already handled that intro,” Fin said, their lips brushing against his ear and their voice husky. A shiver ran down his spine.
“Oh, so youknowknow him,” Nolan teased.
Guess he wasn’t hiding anything from this bunch. Not like he wanted to. The way they talked about sex and kink openly was refreshing. So different from the song and dance he’d grown used to in regular society.
“What sorts of things are you interested in exploring?” Pixie asked. She was curvy and short, gorgeous with short blue waves, tattoos along her arms, which her flowy sleeveless dress put on display. Eva formed a contrast of equally stunning opposites, her auburn hair pulled into a tight bun, crimson lipstick pin-perfect, and not a stain on her cream blouse.
His mouth dried at the question. He’d done some research, but the truth of it all was…Fin. He wanted to explore more with them so badly it hurt, but he didn’t know if they’d be willing to give him another go.
“Does basic power exchange sound too lame?” he asked. “I’m not sure I’m into, uh, implements, I guess, or too much pain.”
“Sucks for you, Noles,” Fin jumped in. “Find another target to get your pain on with.”
“There are plenty of options,” Pixie said, her tone sweet. She seemed open in a way not a lot of people were, just earnest, and Eva slipped her arm around her shoulders, making their relationship clear. “Whether you’re more of a sensation slut like Sloan—”
“I heard that!” A blond guy called over from one of the tables, but he didn’t get up to come over.
“—or if you’re into pain like Nolan or have a major breeding kink like Fin here, there are lots of options.”
Ollie blinked. He’d heard the term before, but that couldn’t mean…. “Dare I ask?”
“It means even if I can’t get that sweet ass pregnant, I’ll keep on trying regardless.” Fin squeezed his shoulder, their firm grip sending a flutter through him.
Holy fuck. Heat rushed through him at the thought of Fin fucking into him over and over again. He swallowed hard.
“My favorites are pain and humiliation,” Pixie said, “even though I’m proficient in a lot of the others. I work some of the classes at Whipped.”
Ollie blinked. “Just how many people are employees here?”
“We’re a café, but the basement is a working dungeon,” Nolan said. “So we run classes and hold events there, and Meg’s a pro Domme, so she also sees clients there.”
When Fin had said kink café, he figured maybe the themeing, but they hadn’t been kidding. This was the real deal. His heart thumped hard in excitement.
“We also have Play Nights in the dungeon,” Fin purred in his ear. “Mostly no-holds-barred fuckfests.”
Fucking hell, he was going to immolate.
“Yeah, but that’s just for staff,” Nolan said.
“And their partners,” Eva clarified, her voice low and melodic.
“Sounds amazing,” Ollie said. “Does Whipped only hire fucking gorgeous people, or…?”
Nolan’s grin widened. “Well, damn, we have ourselves a smooth talker.”
He’d been terrified when he first approached, but these folks were setting him at ease. He was younger than them for sure, but none ofthem treated him like a kid or babied him because he was new. They didn’t hold themselves back around him or try to skim over anything, and he adored that.
Fin’s hand rested on his shoulder, and he didn’t want them to pull back. Feeling the heat of their palm, the weight of it there settled his mind better than anything. Fuck, he’d never been this smitten with a person, especially one he barely knew. But they stirred up so many new sensations and emotions in him, ones he’d waited a whole lifetime for.
