17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
W hen 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 simmer again.
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.
“However, tonight, your pretty ass is mine,” Fin said nice and loud. “Though you’re all welcome to touch my gorgeous sub once I get him bound up.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed as the attention of the room swept to him.
Meg curled their lips, their dark eyes wolfish. Similarly, both Ezra and Kai looked over in interest.
“Pixie’s going to be a bit occupied,” Eva said, “but she can always watch as I touch.”
Pixie let out a whine.
Eva arched her brow. “Keep that up, and you’ll get double time on the vibe.”
“Where can we touch?” Nolan asked, his gaze on Ollie.
He glanced at Fin, who gave him an arch look in return.
“In the future, I’m happy to convey your limits and preferences in a scene if that’s the headspace you want, but this is your first time playing with everyone.
If there’s anyone you don’t feel comfortable playing with, anyone you don’t want touching you, or if you don’t want to do the scene at all, no harm, no foul.
I’m happy to watch the show and kick back with some Mario Kart. ”
“You don’t want to play them in Mario Kart. They get even more obnoxious,” Sloan teased.
Ollie sucked in a deep breath. Was he really doing this?
It had only been a little over a month ago when he’d met Fin and gotten his first taste of kink.
And now he negotiated getting touched in a room full of kinksters.
Yet he felt more comfortable than he ever could’ve imagined.
“I, uh, don’t want to be penetrated by anyone other than Fin.
And my cock will be caged and off-limits too.
Apart from that, I’m good with anywhere else. ”
“Just touch?” Meg asked.
Ollie passed another helpless look Fin’s way.
Fin’s grin spread. “She’s asking if teeth, tongue, anything else is fine.”
Ngh. Lust rippled through him hot and heavy. “Light teeth, mouth, tongue are fine.”
Fin leaned in and nipped at his ear. “Good boy.”
God, he didn’t know how he would survive tonight.
“Boxers on or off?” Fin guided him over to what looked like an odd leather bench with a raised part in the center and two lower padded spots.
He licked his lips. Pixie had stripped out of her flimsy dress and was divesting herself of her panties, all smooth, creamy skin on display.
Sloan was also in the process of stripping down, as was Tristan, Meg’s husband.
The nudity was one of the hurdles he’d been more nervous about, but watching the ease that everyone ditched their clothes, a resolve had settled in him that had been in flux before.
“Off,” he said.
“Ngh, damn.” Fin cupped his ass, giving it a squeeze, as if they hadn’t just spent the past hour taking photos of him mostly stripped.
They’d dropped a few layers, down to a loose white muscle tee and leggings that showcased their corded muscles.
Fin didn’t waste time in losing a few more.
They tossed the tee and rolled their leggings down, exposing the packer protruding from their boxer briefs.
It was softer than the one they’d fucked him with, and his mouth watered.
Fin passed him a whiplash grin, the spark in their hazel eyes that had first captured him. “If you want a taste, strip for me. ”
Hell yes. Ollie tugged his shirt off, then his sweats.
He gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs, letting the slight prickle of nerves rush through him.
Then he slid those down too. It helped he’d been here several times before with Fin to shoot, so the dungeon had become a familiar place for him.
Fin crowded his space, their hand on his ass as they guided him over to the bench contraption. “God, you look so fucking good. I need to fuck you so badly, babe.”
Ollie snuck a glance around the room. Tristan and Sloan sat on the couch as Ezra and Kai got undressed too.
Meg roamed toward them, same as Nolan. Pixie kneeled on the floor, naked and bound in bondage tape, which kept her arms at her sides.
A Hitachi was situated between her thighs, and Eva turned it on at a low hum. Pixie’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
“She’s gorgeous, but your attention’s with me right now.” Fin tapped the side of his face. Their knowing gaze sent a shiver through him. “Head to the spanking bench, and we’ll get you bound up.”
He approached the contraption, and Fin gestured where he should lie down and then the lower parts where he rested his arms and legs.
Bent over like this, his ass was on clear display, and the vulnerability of the position sent a shudder through him.
The need to come formed a steady pulse through him, but Fin would be freeing him before they fucked him tonight.
Damn, he couldn’t wait.
Ollie settled onto the comfortable leather bench, which held his weight with ease.
“I’m going to tie your arms and legs to the bench to keep you from escaping,” Fin said. “You’ll just have to lie on the bench, look pretty, and take it. ”
Heat flowed through him at how much he liked that. Not like he wasn’t an active participant during sex, but Fin made his brain shut off in the best way. And as someone whose mind often tried to self-sabotage, he’d take any reprieve he could get. “Yes, Sir,” he said, the words coming on automatic.
“Fuck.” Fin leaned in close, so close their hot breath ghosted over his ear. “Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you sooner.” A click sounded beside him, and Fin lifted a bottle of lube. “We’ll get your hole nice and ready to take me.” They slicked up a few fingers and slid them in. “Color?”