Page 31 of Filtration Play
“Fuck off.”
Chapter Eleven
Since their last shoot, Ollie had been texting Fin every day and night, but seeing them hit differently.
They stood behind the coffee bar, and some of the other members of Whipped he remembered from the munch loitered around there. Their short, purple hair was mostly covered by the backwards black cap they wore, and combined with the muscle shirt that showed off their arms and the smirk on their features, Fin stole his attention.
“You’re Ollie, right?” Meg asked. She was intimidating as fuck but in a different way than Fin—more serious, if he could pinpoint it, where Fin was all laughter and teasing over the top of shattered glass.
“Yeah.” He offered his hand.
Her handshake was firm and in control, and he softened a little at the touch. Apparently, he loved to submit.
“Fin’s waiting on Micah to relieve them, but I could show you around the dungeon if you want,” she said. Her features were sharp, and even though she was shorter than him, she held an air of command.
“Mitts off, Meg,” Fin said with a slight edge to their voice. A thrill rippled up his spine. “I need him intact for a photo shoot.”
“Why, Fin, I’m simply offering a tour,” Meg said, a glint in her gaze. With her raven hair in a side shave and her defined lips curled into a smile, she gave off the vibe that every move of hers was calculated.
Whereas Fin was pure chaos, and Ollie loved every second of it.
“I’ve never seen the dungeon before.” Ollie fed into the game, even though Meg terrified him a little.
Fin cocked a brow at him, and he grinned. If they wanted to punish him later, he’d most likely enjoy their brand of torture.
“Perfect, I’ll pop your cherry,” Meg said. Based on the way her eyes danced, she did this to rile Fin up.
Fin cast Meg a dark look and then switched their focus to him. “I’ll be down in a few minutes. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
The warning was clear, and he loved how their hazel eyes fixed on him, how they stripped him down with a single look. He lived for that attention.
“Follow me,” Meg said in a tone that brooked no argument. Not like he would put up one. He was curious about the dungeon at Whipped. Hell, about so much involving kink. Google had been getting a workout lately as he looked up item after item that had snagged his curiosity.
Their footsteps echoed on the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, he stopped to soak it all in. A chandelier hung from the center of the room, casting patterned light onto the black-and-gray checkerboard floor. A few doors for side rooms lined the back andside walls, but the large open space was filled with different types of leather furniture, probably for an array of kinks. He recognized the St. Andrew’s Cross on the back wall solely from said internet searches.
What he hadn’t expected was the flat-screen TV hung up on one side of the room or the cozy-looking couches on either side. Before meeting Fin, he’d only thought of kink as being forbidding and serious and painful, but nothing they’d done together had conveyed that. There had been comfort and an edge to their interactions that made it easier for him to accept intimacy in the first place. And most of all, he’d felt safe.
“You’re new to the scene, right?” Meg took a seat on one of the black couches. “Feel free to sit if you want, or if you want to poke around and look at things, that’s fine too.”
“Yeah, not new to the area though,” he said, taking the seat and getting comfortable. “I got curious.” The scent of lemon cleaner and leather filtered through the space, and he sucked in a lungful.
“As do most.” Meg’s grin was magnetic. “And you’ve been playing with Fin, which tells me plenty.”
“Oh yeah?” He was hungry for anything he could learn about them.
“Fin doesn’t bottom or sub. It’s not in their nature, no matter how much we tease them. And I don’t think you’re a brat, even if you are a tease because brats tend to amp up their own tendencies.”
Well, damn.
“But I’ve also never seen that sort of interest from them before,” Meg said, her gaze locked and loaded on him. “I’m not aware of what your relationship is or what you want from them. If it’s just exploration, they’re a great partner to have. However, if you want more, you’ll need to push. They hate letting people in.”
“I’m well familiar with the tendency,” Ollie murmured. His heart thumped a bit harder. He didn’t know Meg, but he understood shewas one of Fin’s best friends. The fact that she gave him this information fed the little spark of hope inside him begging to burst into flame.
“Good.” Her lips curled in a feline grin. “Then you’re aware of how to handle it.”
Footsteps boomed down the staircase, causing enough of a clamor to alert the next town over of their arrival.
They burst into view, their shoulders heaving from rushing down here.
