Page 50 of Filtration Play
“What I want after this is for you to write me a list. Everything you’re curious about or you have fantasies about. And then you’re going to read it back to me. Maybe I’ll even have you sit on my thigh while we go through it.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed again, and he squeezed his nape. “Damn.”
“Yeah, damn,” they teased, a spark glowing inside them. “It’s going to be so fun.”
And truth be told, that was the most dangerous thing about Oliver Hale.
They’d been chasing excitement their whole life, but nothing had flared as bright as him.
Chapter Seventeen
When Ollie had first started discussing kink with Fin, he’d been curious about exploring. And the porn he’d watched, the bits he’d read about, had seemed beyond hot, but never in a million years had he thought he’d be here, in the basement of Whipped, preparing to get uncaged and then fucked in front of Fin’s friends.
He liked everyone he’d met here. All too easily, he could see becoming friends with them too, and that unnerved him. Because their acceptance didn’t come with any preconceived notions. They’d met him as Ollie, not another member of the football team or someone’s boyfriend or someone’s brother.
And maybe, just maybe, there was a chance they’d like him simply for himself too.
The thought made his throat squeeze tight.
Ollie reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the dungeon. Fin was grabbing something from their cubby in the employee breakroom and said they’d meet him down there.
“Joining us tonight, Ollie?” Meg pushed up from her seat on the couch. He recognized most of the faces here: Pixie and Eva, Nolan, Sloan, Ezra, Kai, and another guy he hadn’t met yet. Meg placed a hand on his shoulder, and she guided him forward, which was good because his legs had stopped moving.
Those nerves that had been simmering turned to full boil. “That’s the plan.”
“If you want to just sit and watch tonight, you’re more than welcome to do that,” Pixie said, her blue eyes soft. She’d been nothing but encouraging every time he met her.
“Beat me to it.” Meg gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Though I know Fin, and if you’re the slightest bit hesitant, they’d rather sit out for the night too.”
“I know,” he said. And truth be told, he did.
The strength to which he trusted them was a surprise, since he hadn’t known them for long. But in that short span, they’d proved themselves in a way few had.
Nolan let out a low whistle. “I never thought I’d see the day Finley Williams brought a sub to Play Night.”
A thrill rippled up through Ollie, confirmation of what Sloan had said. These were the people who knew Fin the best, and their shock told him just how rare this situation between them was. It gave him hope. Deadly, intoxicating hope he couldn’t afford, not with the way his emotions had been heightened lately, how he’d been a bit more off-kilter.
“Don’t scare him away, you fuckers,” Fin called from behind him, and those nerves that had been on full boil petered out to a simmeragain. Knowing they were here with him the whole time, that they’d be in charge and looking out for him, left him with an unexpected calm, even with the brand-new territory they planned to launch into.
“Pretty sure you’re the scariest one here,” the unfamiliar guy said. He was slender and pretty, with chin-length glossy brown hair pulled into a ponytail and high cheekbones. He extended a hand to Ollie. “I’m Tristan, Meg’s husband.”
Ollie blinked but accepted the handshake. He hadn’t realized Meg was married, though he’d known she was a pro Domme. Given a lot of the crew’s propensity to play together, he shouldn’t have been surprised the pair were some flavor of ethically nonmonogamous. Most of the folks at Whipped seemed to be, which he didn’t have any strong feelings on either way. He wasn’t sure if that lifestyle was for him or not, but seeing as he prepared to enter into a scene with Fin where the people here would be touching him while he was bound—well, he was about to get a whole lot more comfortable with this crew.
Fin batted Meg’s hand off his shoulder. “My sub.” They stuck out their tongue at Meg. “Go fuck your horny husband.”
Meg’s eyes widened, and she glanced between them. Their possessiveness sent a flush of heat through him. He loved the way they fixated on him. How they made him feel seen when he’d spent so many years feeling invisible.
“Or fuck me and your horny husband,” Sloan said.
“You just want to get passed around,” Ezra teased.
“Please, Sir?”
Fuuuuck. Ollie’s balls ached, his cock testing the confines of the cage. The idea of Sloan getting fucked by one person after the next was so hot it was unreal. And the thought of it happening to him…his cheeks lit on fire.
“Like that, sweetness?” Fin murmured in his ear. “We could always make your fantasy come true sometime.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
