5. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

W ednesday had arrived and, with it, Play Night.

Eva had been warring over whether to go, but grabbing beer the other night with Pixie had cinched her decision. The golden light had faded with the early evening, the streetlamps blinking on. Part of her still expected to show up, find the coffee shop locked, and return home, even though she had Pixie's and Meg's info in her cell now.

As she walked along the sidewalk toward Whipped, her phone rang. At the sight of her brother's name, she answered at once.

"Everything okay?" After they'd spent so much time at a distance, dealing with their own wounds in their own ways, she'd realized how much she'd missed Micah.

"I know Parker and I were going to see Princess Bride at the drive-in theater tonight as a date, but you're only here for another week. Did you want to join us? I've been a dick, all consumed with new relationship shit while you've been visiting."

Eva worried her lower lip between her teeth. This was the chance to put everything out on front street with Micah. "Meg actually invited me to their Play Night, so I'm heading there."

She didn't want to tread on his territory, so if Micah was uncomfortable with her attending, she wouldn't go.

"Oh, thank fuck," Micah said, relief ringing clear in his tone. "I know you're in the scene, so I wanted you to be able to get a better glimpse of ours than the club night, but the idea of you seeing my kinky hijinks is gross."

Eva snorted. "Back atcha. Meg had warned me you and Parker had a date, so she said Play Night would be a good opportunity to explore."

"They're some of the best people I've ever met, so you'll be in safe hands."

Eva's throat tightened, and the confusing brew of happiness and jealousy squeezed her like pulp. "Well, considering I'll be the Domme, we should be more worried about whoever's in my hands."

"Ew, but I'm still allowed to be concerned about you," Micah teased back.

"Same goes for you. You're…nothing happened, right?" She'd gotten the gist of what went down at Ouroboros—a shitty Dom had almost scened with Micah, but Parker had stepped in—yet Micah hadn't given her more than the bare minimum. "After the club night…"

"No, nothing did. If the scene had continued…fuck, I don't know," he admitted. "But Parker makes me feel safe, protected. So yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for asking though. "

"No thank-yous. I'm your fucking sister." Guilt twisted her insides that she hadn't pushed him for answers before.

"We both know family doesn't guarantee shit. But do me a favor and make sure to have fun tonight."

"You too." Her heart pumped hard as she ended the call.

She had almost hoped Micah would bitch a fit, tell her not to go. Truth be told, she'd only done a few public scenes with her exes. She'd never played with anyone else, and she wasn't sure how she would do. However, sitting around wasn't working magic on her headspace either, and Meg had promised to help her learn.

She licked her dry lips as she approached Whipped, where the interior lights dimmed, as it was clearly closed. Eva peered inside, then tested the door—locked. The urge to turn back around reared, but at that moment, Fin made their way to the entrance.

The lock clicked, and the door swung open.

"Welcome." Their eyes twinkled with mischief. "Meg told me you might be joining in our scene tonight."

Did everyone in this place gun straight to the point on everything? Eva tugged on the sleeve of her blouse. She'd nitpicked over her outfit a thousand times and had eventually settled on a pair of black leggings, a white blouse, and a gray tank top underneath, in case they'd be stripping down.

Based on Fin's mustard-yellow crop top and loose green pants, they rolled with a similar flexible attire. Their short purple hair was slicked to the side, and their grin was devilish.

"So, what's your domming style?" they asked as they locked back up.

Eva tugged on her ponytail as she meandered in the direction of the dungeon so Finn could lead the way. Her nerves weren't placing her in a great headspace for domming, but hopefully, the environment and situation might change that. "I'm too new to the scene, so I don't feel like I have one yet."

Opposite of Jack, essentially.

He'd been like every other hard-edged cis guy Dom she met in the scene, who believed each sub was theirs to command, and if you were femme, you were automatically a sub. Wrong, wrong, wrong. His ego trips and posturing had repelled her from kink at first. But she'd loved how Sienna melted to her touch and unraveled. How a little planning and persuasion filled her with such endorphins.

"Perfect," Fin said, bouncing on their heels. "That leaves so much to play with."

Eva's lips lifted in a soft grin. Their enthusiasm was infectious as they all but stampeded down the steps. Eva followed at a more leisurely pace, although her heart was thumping hard. The murmur of voices reached her.

Fin strode right in. "Let's get this party started," they hollered.

When Eva stepped inside, she took a moment to orient herself. The exercise mats had already been placed in the center of the room, and two guys lounged on the couch against the wall. The shirtless one had pretty-boy looks, wavy blond hair, and big blue eyes. The other was lankier with more angular features and long green hair pulled into a short ponytail. She remembered him as Nolan from the club night.

Meg stretched out on the exercise mats, wearing a white muscle shirt and black yoga pants. Thank fuck. She hadn't needed to worry over her attire.

Next to her, Pixie moved in the middle of a stretch, which placed her thick thighs and ample ass on full display. Eva all but swallowed her tongue, and her core throbbed. Lord have mercy. Their sub for tonight was stripped to a loose pink tank top hanging off one shoulder and a pair of blue floral boy shorts. Her bare arms showcased her tattoos: a storm along one arm and script on the other. Her blue hair was tousled in a disorderly way Eva found herself attracted to. She itched to smooth the strands all while she appreciated them.

Pixie stood back up, and her eyes widened when her gaze landed on Eva.

"Hey, Pix," Meg said, placing a hand on Pixie's shoulder. "Want a third for the stress-relief scene you had in mind?"

Eva swallowed hard, nerves sparking to life. Meg had mentioned she would bring it up to Pixie if Eva showed up, but she hadn't realized how much that would place her on the spot. Pixie might say no, that she didn't want her playing with them tonight.

Pixie's cheeks pinked, and her lashes fluttered in a coquettish way Eva was fast coming to appreciate. "If you're okay with it?" The question was aimed at Eva, and somehow, Pixie asking her leeched away some of her nerves.

"I'm more than okay, gorgeous." She might not know most of the folks here well, but in the short time she'd been staying at Micah and Pixie's apartment, she'd felt more comfortable around Pixie than people she'd been friends with for years. Meg had already filled her in on the plan, but she longed to hear the words from Pixie herself. "So what exactly is it you want us to do to you?" Her lips quirked as she restrained a smile at how Pixie's pupils widened.

Pixie's little pink tongue darted out to wet her lips.

"On your knees, Pixie," Meg said as if she could see how Pixie's knees wobbled. Eva had been about to ask if Pixie needed a seat—preferably on her lap.

"Nice to meet you," Nolan called over to Eva.

Eva nodded. "I saw you at the club the other night. I'm Micah's sister. "

He cracked a grin, his smile toothy. "I see the resemblance, though the attitude's a bit different."

"Sloan." The other guy waved. "I don't think we've met before."

Eva shook her head. "Not yet, but I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you better. Gotta make sure my brother's hanging out with decent folks."

"Starting with Pixie," Fin said. "You'll know her real well by the end of the night."

Fuck if that didn't make Eva's clit throb.

"I'll be taking point on this tonight," Meg said, "but before we get started, let's go over limits."

Relief settled onto Eva's shoulders. The idea of co-topping with Meg at the helm made her feel infinitely calmer than it had with Jack. Co-topping with him had turned toxic, a push and pull that had shattered them apart, but Meg seemed to like everything outlined from the start. And given Meg and Fin had both played with Pixie before, Eva trusted Meg wouldn't steer them wrong when it came to their sub.

"Hard limits include blood, urine, feces play, fire, age play," Eva said. "There's plenty I haven't explored yet, but the scene you outlined feels comfortable."

"Mine are similar," Meg said. "Same with Fin."

"Uh, bring on the fire." Fin rummaged through some box on the opposite side of the room.

"Not in my café, you won't," Meg said. "Pixie, sweetie, state your limits and then kindly answer Eva's question."

"The same as Eva's, though with the addition of no choking. Restraints are fine, but around the neck sets me off a bit." She looked up, and Eva's breath hitched. With her on her knees already, palms resting on her thighs, Pixie was utterly sinful. Eva couldn't wait to get to touch and taste this woman.

"As for what I was hoping from tonight," Pixie said, her voice going softer. "I want the three of you to work me over until I can't feel my legs anymore."

Eva had noticed the beautiful way Pixie responded to direct attention, and the words came from her unbidden. "Come on now. I think you can be a little more specific."

Pixie squirmed, clenching her thighs tight together. Eva longed to pry them open to see how turned on she was. The idea of sliding a crop between them to nudge them wide—fuck. Her pussy sparked to life, those tingles racing through her.

Pixie's eyes were hooded. "I want to be teased and used and toyed with. I want every hole taken until I'm screaming."

"Good girl," Eva said. Holy fuck, that was hot. Pleasure rushed through her, her mind reeling with the number of ways they could accomplish just that. However, Meg was running the show tonight. Pixie shifted in her spot again, clearly turned on, and hell, Eva salivated at imagining getting to taste between those thighs.

"That sounds like the perfect plan to me," Meg said. "Since you're our guest, Eva, do you want to do the honors? Strip our little sub down?"

Eva's body was on fire at the thought. Her lips curved into a grin, the slightest thread of her shattered confidence returning. "Yeah, I definitely do."

"We've got plenty to play with tonight." Fin held a harness in one hand and a thick red dildo as well as a double-sided strap in the other. They quirked a brow. "Care to play with any toys, Eva?"

Her heart thudded a little harder. "I'll go with the basics tonight. Hands and mouth should work plenty well to get her off." She approached Pixie with a slow stalk, the air thickening between them as the distance dissipated.

When she lowered to her knees in front of Pixie, she breathed in the sweet jasmine scent of her, fucking delicious. The creamy skin on display begged to be licked, to be marked, and tonight, she'd get the chance. The flimsy fabric of Pixie's tank top didn't do anything to hide the pointed tips of her nipples, which threatened to cut through the fabric.

The only command Meg had given was to strip her down, but no rule had followed on how long that had to take. And Pixie's body was a work of art, meant to be savored.

"You want to be teased, dove?" Eva asked, her voice dipping. She didn't know where the pet name came from, but based on how Pixie's breath sharpened, she didn't mind it.

"Yes, Mistress," Pixie breathed out, her lashes fluttering. Watching her shift into a submissive headspace was a thing of beauty. Her posture deepened, and her eyes grew more intense, her expression almost feverish with an open neediness that drew Eva in like a siren's call.

She brushed her fingertips over one luscious nipple, then the other, and Pixie squirmed slightly. Eva maneuvered to the side, aware Meg and Fin waited in the wings. Even though she'd draw this out, she'd give them a show. She continued to tease her fingertips over the pointed nubs, loving the way Pixie trembled, even though she stayed in her position. Like this, she was open for exploration, and Eva had been entertaining fantasies from the moment their gazes met.

She dipped down and licked Pixie's nipple through the fabric of the shirt. Pixie let out a low moan, so Eva continued to nip and suck. Pixie smelled fucking delicious, her tits so ample they strained her flimsy shirt. Eva wanted to rip her shirt off and worship both until she cried, but she wouldn't be selfish tonight .

"What should I peel off you first? This ruined shirt or these ruined panties?" Eva asked, a teasing edge to her voice that emerged around the right type of sub.

"I, for one, would like to see just how ruined those panties are," Fin said.

"Hear that?" Eva purred as she placed her hands on Pixie's bare thighs. "You better show everyone, dove." The skin-to-skin contact sent a bolt of electricity through her, so strong it made her head spin. She wrenched Pixie's thighs open, and Pixie let out a whimper, her chest heaving with the lust that flowed tangibly between them.

The stain on her floral boy shorts was sexy as sin. Eva cupped her cunt, pressing down on the wetness. Pixie panted, her blue eyes widening. Eva hadn't thought she'd be this comfortable with another sub after Sienna, but the ease she felt around Pixie, the way they'd connected, allowed her to settle into her role.

"What do you think?" Eva asked Meg. "Do away with them?"

Meg's eyes glinted with a delicious wickedness. "Sure, but if she makes a mess on my floor, she can lick it up."

Another whimper escaped Pixie, and Eva pressed harder against her pussy. Some naughty girl loved the sound of that. From everything Eva had observed so far, Pixie was a slut for humiliation, and her mind whirled with all the possibilities.

"You heard them." Eva reached for the sides of the boy shorts and peeled them down her hips. "Let's get these off." Pixie helped her shimmy them along her legs, and when she tugged the panties off, she placed them on the floor beside her. "Spread your legs. Let's see how wet you are."

Pixie's breath hitched, but she obeyed, widening her thighs to expose her glistening pussy. The clit was engorged, and Eva wanted to suck it. To eat her out until she creamed against her mouth .

"Look at that sloppy cunt, Fin," Meg said. "Think she's ready to take both of us?"

"I bet she'll moan so prettily the whole time," Fin said in a casual tone that stoked the heat in the air. Eva was vaguely aware of the observers in the back, Sloan and Nolan reclining on the couch, but the stunning woman kneeling in front of her ensnared her focus.

Eva slid a hand under the thin fabric of Pixie's tank top and grabbed one of her tits. The plush feel sent a jolt straight to her pussy, which had grown slick from the play they'd done so far. Pixie let out another shaky groan, and Eva switched sides to give the other one a tight squeeze. Fuck, this woman was compact but all curves, and Eva couldn't wait to caress and stroke every last inch of her.

She lifted Pixie's tank top up and over to expose her gorgeous tits. Heavy and full with darkened areolas and nipples, they were the sort of breasts Eva fantasized about teasing and stroking and sucking.

Pixie snuck a glance up, and when their gazes met, her heart fluttered at the sheer need in those blue eyes.

A bolt of longing shot right through her. She wanted to take her time with the woman, to find every switch and button to make her unravel. However, they only had tonight. So she'd enjoy every second of this scene together.

"Come join us," Meg said.

Eva brushed her thumb along Pixie's chin as she rose. She walked over to Meg and Fin, who stood on the edge of the exercise mats. The initial nerves had vanished, leaving pure adrenaline in their wake. Whatever would come tonight, she was in it one hundred percent.

Meg crossed her arms and lifted a brow at Pixie. "You look awfully far away from us, sweetness. Crawl to me."

Oh, this was going to be fun .