Doll Parts (The Game 4)
“I have room for five.” Macklin sent a wink to his usual orgy buddies.
I bit my lip and made a mental note to ask Mr. West if Noa and I could crash with them.
Or…
I snuck a glance toward Lucian and KC. Lucian had his back to me, but KC was looking halfway here. Except, as if he noticed my staring, he diverted his gaze toward Reese again.
I couldn’t let KC leave here today without talking to Noa. I just couldn’t.
I didn’t care what Reese had planned. If he had anything planned at all.
CHAPTER 3
Cameron Jacobson
Reese and Colt switched gears to discuss specifics of the Game, which would be held the last weekend of September, and they started by asking for volunteers, both from those who were participating and those who weren’t.
“We need one dynamic that knows their way around needle play,” Reese said, reading from a small notepad.
“Beau and I can do it,” Ivy replied.
Reese nodded and wrote something down. “I’ll need two Sadists who aren’t participating for a fear-play project in the woods.”
“That’s me,” Colt was quick to say.
Fear play? Uh… Was nobody gonna say anything? “It’s very quiet from the subs who cheered at the fun part of Funhouse,” I pointed out. “But you see they’re switching it to fearhouse now, right?”
That earned me a wink from Reese, a smirk from Colt, and…well, the Sadists were pleased, in short. Pleased and amused.
Lucian glanced back at me over his shoulder, always causing me to sit a little straighter and be alert. But instead of saying anything, he just shifted his stare to Noa and then turned around again.
I wasn’t even going to guess what he was thinking. No, I was. He was probably focused on KC. As far as Lucian was concerned, he and I weren’t happening because I’d turned down casual play with him, and that was that. He wasn’t gonna try again.
It was up to me.
I kinda tuned out for a while, because Reese and the others had a lot of ground to cover. We’d have twelve different stations for the event, including several fetishes, from needle play and fear play to…whoa, fire flogging. That’s what he just said. Holy shit. I wanted to try that. I’d heard from Tate that it could feel amazing.
Noa perked up at the mention of objectification and doll play.
That had to be about KC. Doll play and necro play were two kinks Noa had once discovered on KC’s computer, which had pushed Noa down a rabbit hole of porn.
He hadn’t explored the kinks much, though. Not while he’d been with me anyway.
“For one station, I have a special request,” Reese said. “Lucian, would you mind being in charge of wax play?”
“Not at all,” he answered smoothly.
Reese jotted that down—Lucian’s name, presumably. “And you can use Cam, right?”
What the fuck?
I wasn’t the only one who was surprised at the suggestion. Lucas and Colt exchanged a look, I felt Noa’s eyes on me, and Ivy was damn near bouncing where she stood. Fuck me. Reese wasn’t forcing KC and Noa together; he was pushing Lucian and me together.
I swallowed hard and felt my stomach twist and churn uncomfortably.
“If he agrees—naturally.” Lucian remained composed, and this time, he didn’t look back at me once.
“Do it,” Noa whispered. “I can play with someone else. I’ll call Santiago.”
Even though Santiago wasn’t a member, he knew River and Reese and could probably get an invitation. But that wasn’t gonna happen. Santiago couldn’t come between Noa and KC.
I cleared my throat and nodded to Reese. “Wax play is fun.”
That wasn’t technically a lie. I loved wax play.
“Excellent. Okay, I think we’ve covered the most important things on the list for now,” Reese said, addressing everyone again. “Everyone who wants to participate in the Game can list themselves and their partner with Colt. I will have short meetings with several of you throughout the afternoon—about the responsibilities y’all will have during the event. But other than that, make yourselves comfortable—or uncomfortable—enjoy the day, have fun at the party tonight, and feel free to join us at eight for a public demo. Penelope is gonna demonstrate different types of nipple torture on Ella, and Greer is following that up with a sounding session on any boys who’re interested.”
“I volunteer as tribute!” my fucking boyfriend exclaimed. He was suddenly excited as shit and could barely sit still. “I love sounding—I wanna volunteer. I’m volunteering for that. Fuck yeah.”
He earned the chuckles of several members, particularly from Sadists.
“I speak for all of us when I say, I’m glad you’ve joined us, kid,” Colt drawled. He turned to Kit right after. “We’re gonna watch that together, baby boy.”
“You’re nuts,” I whispered to Noa.
He grinned giddily. “I love sounding,” he whispered back. “It feels funny and stretchy in the peehole.”
Oh my God.
I was torn between laughing, kissing him, shoving him away, and shaking my head. I loved the little weirdo, but man.