10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
F in couldn’t wait to finish work today.
All day, they’d been staring at the text Ollie sent, glimpses to get the hit of dopamine again and again.
I want to try a cock cage.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And wasn’t that just their kryptonite?
He would be swinging by for a quick shoot in the dungeon, but after that, Fin was taking him home to fuck his brains out.
They’d broken the seal already, so why not fuck him in their bed?
However, their main motivation was also time and safety.
Given Ollie’s reaction after their last scene together, they wanted somewhere private to handle any aftereffects.
The protectiveness that flared up inside them around him was becoming a problem, but they couldn’t seem to stop .
“What are you looking all dreamy for?” Meg sidled against the counter.
“Not dreamy. Sulky.”
“Mm, okay.” Meg arched a brow, and Fin gave her the middle finger.
“What’s Fin getting all dreamy over?” Sloan asked, a skip in his step that could only mean he must’ve gotten DPed last night by his guys. The more cock that guy got, the more cheerful he was.
“Sulky,” Fin said. “Over the fact that I have to actually market this photography show.”
Distraction was their favorite friend.
Meg was giving them the annoying knowing look she’d perfected, so Fin focused on Sloan.
“You seem to be doing well,” he said. “I’ve heard word about it all over. Hera’s good at getting the information out.”
The door to Whipped creaked open, and Hera stepped inside.
“Speak of the devil,” Fin said. They didn’t want Meg’s interrogation for the life of them.
Meg pinched their arm. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Let me do it even louder, then,” Fin said. Meg smirked in response.
Hera’s blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she flashed them a gorgeous grin. “What are you three whispering about?”
“No whispering here,” Fin said. “Want a tea?”
“Yes, please.” She leaned against the counter. “Are you guys talking about Play Night plans?”
Fin wrinkled their nose. Right, it was Wednesday.
They’d been so fixated on Ollie’s text that they’d forgotten, which wasn’t like them.
Play Nights were sacred, and they attended as often as possible.
The worst-kept secret in their local scene was that the Whipped crew got together after hours on Wednesdays and played together, which had resulted in many a night of kinky fun times .
“Uh, I’m not able to go tonight.”
“Really?” Meg’s voice held far too much interest.
“When are you going to take me, Fin?” Hera asked, her tone dulcet but with a little bit of a push.
“Nuh-uh, babe. Employees only,” Fin said.
“But I heard partners get invited as well,” Hera said, leaving the rest linger.
“Serious relationships, sure, but we both know I don’t do those.”
“Boo.” Hera pouted, which would normally be cute, but Meg’s intense stare was a bit off-putting. This wasn’t the first or twentieth time Hera had asked for an invite, but Fin had no problem saying no. “Do you have another series to fill the back wall at the warehouse?”
Fin licked their lips. Ollie’s set. “Fuck yes. They’re a lot of fun. I’m still shooting them, but they’ll be ready by the time of the show.”
“The buzz has been increasing,” she said. “I don’t know why you’ve hidden this talent away.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Sloan said. “I love the photoshoot they did with me.”
Meg remained suspiciously quiet, doing her weird watching thing. She’d never been a fan of Hera.
Fin finished the matcha latte for Hera and rang her up. Normally, they’d offer to play with her in the future, but those words dried on their tongue. Were they broken?
Maybe just fixated on a new toy.
“I’ll hit you up once the series is complete, and we can get the rest of it ready,” Fin said instead.
“Thanks, babe,” she said. “I’ll have to text you to work me over soon. I’ve been a bad, bad girl who needs a good flogging.”
Fin opened their mouth, but nothing came out. Hera had turned on her heel and headed for the door .
“Okay, that’s suspicious as fuck.” Sloan gave them a look. “No flirt or offer back? And you’re skipping Play Night? Ezra and Kai are going to tag-team me tonight.”
“Don’t they always?” Fin said.
“What are your plans?” Meg asked, still with the eyebrow arches and barely restrained smirks.
“My business,” they grumbled. A text buzzed in their pocket, and they glanced at the screen. Mom.
Can we meet up soon?
Their stomach roiled. They preferred the visits spaced out to twice a year max.
Mom never tried for more either. Getting together was hard enough to manage without Dad knowing.
Sneaking around the bastard made every meetup a risk.
Unless something had changed? Hope bubbled inside them, but they squashed it down quickly. No fucking way.
“Bad news?” Meg asked.
Right, they’d checked their shit right in front of the All-Dommy.
Fin grunted. “My mom wants to meet again. It’d break our twice-a-year rhythm, which I’m not keen on.”
“You can always say no,” Meg said. She, Pixie, and Parker were some of the few who knew a smidge about Fin’s past. More for practicality because if their dad ever showed up at Whipped, they wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out.
Fin hadn’t gone into the details, though. They never went into the details.
“I might,” Fin said. “Depends on what the meetup is about.”
Meg nodded. “Sometimes dead weight needs to get cut.”
“Amen, sister.” The temptation was strong.
The only thing that kept them from cutting out Mom was the worry that someday she’d end up dead at Dad’s hand.
That they’d see a news article, find out secondhand.
However, she refused to leave Dad, so they were pretty sure the police report would come their way in the future.
Their stomach churned, the good vibes from earlier gone.
Memories of their youth tended to do that to them, hence why they’d been surfing the crests for so long, never diving deep below.
That way lay madness.
“What are you all doing slogging about here?” Nolan joined them at the counter. “I got lonely back in the office.”
“They’re bothering me because they don’t have anything better to do,” Fin said. “Want a coffee? Might as well do my job here.”
“Yes, black.” Nolan sauntered up to the riffraff. Warmth welled up inside them. In the rare moments that jealousy bubbled up over everyone’s family situations, this was the reminder they clung to. They had their own here, and even everyone getting coupled up hadn’t changed the dynamic.
It almost made them want something of their own. Almost.
Fin passed Noles a black coffee and began working on Sloan’s chai and Meg’s cortado. The rhythm of making coffee hummed in their bones, a repetitive ritual they adored.
“Did you hear about the new club opening up?” Nolan asked.
“Apparently, you’re all gossip central today,” Fin said.
“Ugh, that’s a steer-clear one,” Meg said. “Trent’s involved in helping run the first event.”
“The Trent who got kicked out of our scene?” Sloan asked. “That guy was so gross.”
“Who’s the main person running it?” Fin asked.
“Carter,” Meg said. “I looked into him, but he doesn’t have much of a history, at least where I can find it. He says he’s been in the kink scene for over a decade, but any trail seems to be scrubbed.”
“Wow, that’s inspiring the good feels,” Nolan said. “Fuck that place. ”
The front door creaked again, and Fin glanced up, expecting Micah, who’d be replacing them at any moment.
Instead, Ollie strode through the door.
Their heart sped up without permission. The sunlight gleamed on his dark brown hair, bringing out the lighter notes, and he wore his mechanic jumpsuit, which damn.
He looked fucking fine in, especially the way his bulk stretched the fabric.
His shoulders were broad, his scruff fucking delicious, and his dark eyes sweeter than expected on a big guy like him.
Fin licked their lips. Goddamn. They couldn’t wait to desecrate him.
Ollie caught their gaze, and a bright, beautiful grin stole his face. If they lit up the second he walked into the room, that was their damn business.
“Ah, there’s the dreamy look again,” Meg teased.
“Fuck off.”