Playette

I gasp, and he turns back to me.

“No touching, as I said.” He walks over, his cock hard and in my face through his trousers as he undoes the belt on the bed. When my hands are free I rub my wrists, they’re bright red from being pulled on.

A knock comes on the door and I pull up the sheet.

“Yes.”

The door opens and Gabe steps in, he quickly looks my way then back to Jasper. You’re needed.” He nods then leaves.

Jasper turns back to me, reaching for his shirt and sliding it on over his body. My eyes roam him and despite the scars and tattoos he’s fit, has abs and the most beautiful shoulders.

“You stay and wait for me. I’ll be a few hours.”

I sit up. “What if I don’t want to?”

He climbs on the bed, his shirt still open as he comes close to my lips nipping at them with his teeth. “You’ll do what’s best for you, and I think you know what’s best for you.” He stares and I nod my head. “You can go see your friend if you wish, but be in my bed when I get back.”

“Are you keeping me?” I ask, kicking the sheet off me and standing.

He’s at the door now, but stops before he opens it to look back at me. “The things I keep don’t usually survive. You don’t want to be kept by me, Isadora.” He steps off, leaving me standing there with my mouth semi-open.

What the fuck.

The minute he’s gone, I reach for my bag and check that everything’s still in place. When I slide my hand into the side compartment, which is full of tampons and pads—a great deterrent for snooping people—I feel for what I’m after and smile when my hand comes into direct contact with the baggie.

Taking my bag, I go back to the main house and spot Heather straight away sitting near, what I guess, is their dance floor.

She notices me and sits up straighter. “Where have you been?” She pulls on my arm, so I have to bend to her height.

“Busy.”

“I bet you were,” she says with a devilish smile.

“I told you to go home, Heather.”

She looks around then back to me. “I didn’t want to, it’s nice here.”

Arrrggghhh, for fuck’s sake. I reach for my keys to my shitty place and hand them over to her.

“Go to mine then, I won’t be back until the morning.”

“Are you staying with him?” she asks, standing.

“Yes. Now go home, and don’t come back here.”

Heather looks past my shoulder. “He went to get me a drink, though.” She nods.

Turning, I see one of the members. The one who was fucking the two girls last night while smirking at me. I take the drink from his hand and smile. “Thanks.”

He looks me over then behind me to Heather. “You want to join in, hot stuff? I love me more than one bird at a time.” I cringe at his words and so badly want to raise my lip in disgust at the way he speaks, but I restrain myself. Bird, who the fuck calls a woman that now anyway? What does he think he is, someone from England?

“Oh no, she’s bleeding. So she’s going home.” I smile at him.

Heather takes a deep breath, and when I turn my back to this guy to face Heather I mouth ‘home’ to her. She nods, and turns to walk off. Hands slide around my waist to touch me. I pull back and clink our drinks together. “Cheers.” I drink it all, as does he.

“Let me get you another one before we head up.” I smirk up at him.

He nods his head eagerly and adjusts his cock through his jeans. Disgusting.

Walking away, I reach the fridge, grab two bottles of beer and slide them on the counter, I stealthily grab the baggie and pour a small amount of its contents into his drink without the disgusting ass noticing. Taking a sip of mine, I turn around to see Gabe standing there. Watching me.

Fuck! How much did he see?

My heart starts racing as I manage a fake a smile. He reaches for the drink I’m not drinking and takes it from my hand. My palms are now sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.

“You were in the boss’ room?”

I nod while he watches me.

He lifts the bottle to his mouth, and before he can take a sip the guy who I went to get the beer for hits Gabe on the arm. “That’s mine…” he snaps the bottle and nods his head to me, “… and that’s mine, too.”

Gabe shakes his head. “She’s with the boss, no touching.”

“Fuck!” he whines and turns around, taking the drink with him.

“Why do you look so pale?” Averting my eyes, I look back to Gabe who’s spoken to me.