Page 88 of Their Dangerous Game
“Sorry, so used to being a nurse and seeing all sorts of bodies that I didn’t think anything of it.” Mom laughs and shakes herhead. “Maybe we can go out for dinner tomorrow night. That pizza place you like?”
“Sounds good.” I kick at the floor with my bare foot. “So if that’s it…”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her hand as she backs out of my room. “Take your shower, get to bed.”
“Good night, Mom.”
“Night, Harper.” She drags the door shut and I go to lock it. I press against it and take a few deep breaths.
Oh, shit. I shut the laptop on the guys. How pissed are they going to be at me? I kind of want to finish our game, but I also know I need to take that shower or Mom will have questions.
I walk over to my laptop and open it. I sign in and refresh the webcam.
They all stop talking and look at me.
“Mom came in the room. I have to take a shower because I told her I was about to. So I’m going to go do that.” I gesture with my hand. Nervousness flows through me, making me babble.
“Princess.” Luke’s tone says he’s not in the mood for arguments.
“Yes, Luke?” I give him my politest tone. After all, I basically slammed a door in their faces.
“As punishment, take your laptop in the bathroom with you and make sure the webcam faces the shower.”
My eyes bug out and my heart pounds. “What?”
“Your body is ours, kitten.” Eli sits forward. “Maybe we’ll all get off while you wash yourself. Maybe we’ll tell you exactly where to spend your energy in the shower. It doesn’t matter. What matters is you take your punishment.”
I swallow and nod. At least it’s not in front of the entire school. I look at Jack. “No recording?”
I don’t demand. I ask, but I really want to demand. That type of shit always gets out.
“No recording,” he confirms.
“Fine.” I carry my laptop into the bathroom and set it on the counter facing the glass-enclosed shower. It’s not like they’ll see much anyway with the steam. I disconnect my AirPods and turn up the volume.
I set the shower to warm and hang my towel beside it.
“We want to see you take off the bra and panties, princess.” Luke’s voice rings out in the bathroom.
Hoping my mom is downstairs, I lock the bathroom door and turn my laptop until the camera faces me. I give them the middle finger before I strip off my bra and drop my panties to the floor.
I give a little twirl before aiming them back at the shower. I glance at the screen and see the guys still have their cocks out. Well, except for Luke, who still has his boxers on. I wonder what they discussed when I closed the screen.
Shaking my head, I step into the shower and let the water course over me. I’m just going to ignore the men watching me. I stroke my fingers through my hair to help get it soaking wet.
Grabbing the shampoo, I glance toward them as I put some in my hand. Right now, they have a pretty clear view. Definitely not enough fog. I flick the water to hotter. It’s a side angle. They can see the curves of my breasts and my stomach.
After I wash my hair and rinse the shampoo out, I reach for the conditioner when I hear a groan. I pause and look over my shoulder. My face flushes with heat. I immediately straighten up at the pretty graphic picture of myself that was on the camera.
No bending over. I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t mind a flash of my pussy, but I’d rather not.
I wait for commentary, but nothing. So I put the conditioner in my hair, then wrap it in a bun and clip it to let the conditioner soak while I wash.
I reach for my pouf.
“Use your hands.” Luke’s voice startles me, and I turn to face them.
“What?” Maybe if I pretend I can’t hear him.
