"So, so naughty," the voice that trailed from above her chuckled as the door closed shut and she glanced up alarmed as fuck to the face of JieMi. He was grinning down at her boyishly handsome, but yet with a tightly clenched jaw that revealed his trembling need to fuck her. The relief was a waterfall of heat over her chilling skin. She had to hold herself back because the need to slap him was too great.
"What the fuck?" she shrieked, angry and yet oh so, thankful.
"They called me here, told me to block the door," JieMi answered easily too used to her antiques, leaning down to kiss her lips. His hands slipped down, palming her sides and then they grew a little too naughty as it climbed to fondle her breasts. She slapped them good then. "Got curious because you were starting to sound a little euphoric. Wanted to see it too."
"You scared the ever-loving shit out of me."
"And you really choked the fuck out of Liv," Casper commented, twirling his fork. She gasped at his words, leaning down to look. Oliver's cheeks were so red they were almost the shade of blood, and he was panting hard, eyes glazed as he tried desperately to catch his breath after minutes pressed tight against her cunt.
"I'm so sorry!" She gasped, stroking his cheeks that were soaked with her liquids, horrified at what she'd done. 'Are you okay? God, I just—"
"Needed to cum too much," JieMi offered.
"You might just have a dominating side to you," Casper chuckled.
"Oh shhh. Liv I—"
"I loved that," he replied, eyes blown wide into large moons. He smiled, euphoric, eyes swimming with weariness and brilliantly glazed. But oh, so in love. "U-use me all you want, baby." And it was then when tattoos formed over his lips, thoughts borne from his head.
Choke me. Choke me. Choke me.
Fuck.
*
Oliver's lips were the star of her show that night.
She sat at the back, strapped in so tight that the buckles bit at her tingling skin, and the belt dug into her tender breasts. Oliver drove, and her soulmates talked. But her head was so far in the clouds that she couldn't focus on their words. Her eyes were drawn to the golden words on Oliver's lips, the shimmery finish, the lacquered surface. It teased her, winking softly in the light, a hint to a mystery she'd spent months trying to solve.
A kink she had not known.
She caught his eye in the mirror, her gaze, a net dipped into a lake. His, a koi fish dripping with gold. His pupils had trembled, shy and then a glaze of needy desire that attempted escape as he shifted his focus to the road. But she'd caught him and that flicker of fantasy, that dance of shy embarrassment over his cheeks, the nibble of lips under teeth.
He wanted her. He needed her. Just not the way she once thought he did.
God. Her chest had exploded, butterflies erupting from her belly at the sight of him wrecked by her presence. The need to ruin him had surged from the tips of her fingers, burning through her veins. And her head replayed that image of his face, lips stained with her arousal, cheeks flushed pink and eyes dilated with need. A loopy smile on his face as his body trembled and his cock stood, hard and tall in his cum soaked jeans.
And on his lips were words that begged for more.
That night when she'd kiss him before bed, Oliver had shivered under her touch when her hands shifted down to his neck and her thumbs had brushed over his skin, digging into places that felt oh so right. He'd gasped into her kiss and then moved away, cleared his throat with a soft breathy laugh so different from his sunny smile.
She'd shifted on her feet, eager for more. But he'd slinked away, tail between his legs a stammered excuse as he entered his room. The door quietly locked when he thought she wouldn't notice. He was in a disarray with his world overturned and his heart exposed. Disappointing, but the soft giggle from MinJae and the shove from JieMi had made things clear that he was simply embarrassed and needed time to recuperate.
"You lost," Casper reminded her from beneath the shroud of cloud swathed moonlight, after she'd showered and changed into a night gown. "You owe me." Her cunt clenched tight, wrung dry but always ready for more love. But while her mind was wide awake, her body ached, exhausted and used. She didn't want another session not with how the moon hung high in the dark sky and the ticking of the clock itching towards dawn.
"You want it now?" she hummed, annoyance seeping into her voice. "I'm tired Casp, if I cum anymore I'll ache." Her soulmate chuckled, low and soothing as he cupped his hands over her waist. His hands drew to her belly, rubbing it in ways that made her chest prick.
"Such a little baby," he cooed, nosing her cheek. "My spoiled darling princess."
"You scared me today," she accused, face squished against his chest, muffling her voice against hot, blazing skin that felt good against hers. It was cold that night, colder than usual and she longed for the touch of her soulmates to heat up her skin.
"But it was fun, wasn't it?"
"I don't know…"
"You know we would never put you in danger," Casper laced her fingers with his, squeezing her hand as he leaned her against the kitchen counter. The marble was icy against her ass. "You're always the safest with me."
She paused at his words, soaking in his scent of clean linen and fresh snow that sank into her soul, dragging her anxiety out of her trembling body. He was right, she felt the safest with Casper. And he would always protect her.
"But it was a test. You were expecting something from me, something I don't know if I've yet to achieve," she groaned, leaning back to look at him. "It felt like fucking finals all over again, and I was just so agitated the whole time, because the two of you were watching me like a test subject."
From the day they'd met, the two had always watched her like a test subject, always staring for far too long, never speaking their mind. Casper looked at her for a moment, cogs turning in his head before he spoke, hushed and soft. A carefully calculated selection of words that wouldn't offend her. Words filtered from his heart and into his head.
"Only because we didn't want you uncomfortable. We've talked about this already Amber…"
"No, we didn't."
"I have nothing to hide—"
"Lies. I don't like mind tricks Casp," she said, brows furrowing. "I don't like all this fog over what could be an oasis. I don't like all this control. Just say it. Tell me what you want, tell me what you need. No more lies, no more hiding. Whatever you want to know I can give. I could be so much more if you just let me be what you need me to—"
"I gave you clues," Casper replied, foxy eyes narrowing into slits. She'd struck a chord; something had hit too close to home and now his jaws were taught with stress. His body clamping up at her words that seemed to slap into his conscience. She was right. There was more to the secrets and more to the lies. "I gave you too many damn clues. And you know the answers."
"Oliver is a sub with a choking kink," Amber replied, biting straight into the core, no fucks given. Her heart was pounding as they spoke, and fear dripped into her chest at the sight of him, so different from the calm clumsy, gentle giant she loved and knew. He was putting on a mask, swathing his heart with layers and layers of ice. "He's been trying to be what he's not in bed. He wanted me to dominate from the start." Her fingers tightened in his grasp. "He wanted me to use him."
"And do you like that?" Casper asked, eyes flashing with colours that spiralled hues that were drenched too close to red. His voice darkened, English pouring from lips as he turned their conversation into one that was exclusive to their ears. A language that if accented enough was foreign to her men. "Do you want that? To have to control a man, weak and snivelling, begging at your feet."
"Casper!"
"Ezra and MinJae were lucky that you don't mind their sexual preferences," he hissed eyes flashing in the darkness and spilling into a glowing crimson. "What would they have done if you were against their love for ass play, I do not know. They had a hook up once, a girl that called them both faggots and told them they were destined for hell because they went against her God. It fucked them up for weeks."
"Casper, I'm not like that."
"What would you do if I had a shit kink?" He snapped, cold and aloof despite the red in his eyes. "Fucking loved it if you let me piss on you? Would you have taken excrement from my fingers, drank down my urine straight from my cock, lapped it all up and pretended you enjoyed it just for me?"
She froze at his words, eyes meeting his. A scat kink? Fucking hell. Really? She scrutinized him for a moment and his eyes wavered. She considered her options and she watched as his lips twitched and his eyes rolled just a little. Resignation. She could read it as his disappointment or surrender, or perhaps yet another one of his 'tests'. But…
"No," she answered. "I'll draw a line for anything that would be too unhygienic." She pressed a finger to his chest, glaring up at him, angry at his aggression. But she knew he only wanted to scare her away. "I'm not willing to do everything and anything for everyone Casp. But I'll make exceptions because my kink—if you can even call it a kink—is watching you lose control to pleasure."
"So you'll do it if I asked," he snorted, shaking his head. "If I showed you the whites of my eyes, stuck my tongue out and pretended I'm so fucking lost in pleasure I'm almost sick." She scoffed. He didn't seem to get it.
"I won't eat your shit Casp," she blew out a low breath. "No waste products will enter my mouth except your unfertilized children. And even that fucks me up so much, because the aftertaste and the thought of it just makes it feel like tiny sticky worms at the back of my throat."
He smiled then; the frustration gone the moment humour seeped into her voice. "Interesting way to put it, love."
"I draw a line Casp. Just as I will with paedophilia, incest and gore. I will never do what I don't want to fucking do, but I'm a much more curious bitch than you think I am. So stop trying to scare me away because it's not working." She glared at him, arms on her hips. "And I do not kink shame, I learn. I research. I try to understand."
"Hmmm."
"Unless you want to do something illegal then I'm sending you to a therapist."
"You wouldn't hesitate to send me to jail?"
"I won't if you sexualise kids." She gave him a look and a raised brow. "Be serious Casp, tell me the truth."
"I don't know what you're talking about—"
"You do. You know exactly what I'm talking about." She glared at him, face inching closer to his. "I don't want our sex life to just fizzle out like this." I want to see you all fucked up," she growled, voice dipping into a rumble that she knew did things to her soulmates the way a careful finger over their cocks did.
His breath caught in his throat and she smiled, knowing she had his full undivided attention. She situated herself tight against him, her breasts pressed against his chest and her body burning hot against the swelling heat between his legs.
"L-love," he exhaled softly, pupils dilating as he watched her a husky groan escaping his throat, thick with need. She smiled, tilting her head as she shifted against him, enjoying the burn of heat that pulsated from his body.
"I want to ruin you Casper," she groaned softly, letting the moan carry into the air in a husky rasp that made his cock jerk and twitch under her skin. "I want to see you burning with pleasure just for me and only me. And I don't give a fuck how. I just want to see you cum."
His lips parted at her words, the pause sharp in the air as he stared at her, the surprise burning in his eyes. Then he smiled, the red in his eyes shifting into a softer, sweeter pink. The threat of laughter created a surge of embarrassment within her and she flushed, suddenly shy.
"Don't laugh."
"That was so good. You're right. I should have known you were a switch." He cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing at her lower lip. "And you're right. I've been hiding things from you. And I shouldn't have. You're much more open-minded than I thought you were." He softened then, pressing his lips to her forehead and then to her lips.
"Did you hate that?" she pouted. "I tried my best to turn you on."
"You know I'm turned-on love," he groaned, shifting his hips against her, nudging it hard against her groin. "It would have worked for the rest. But—there are other things you could say and do that might turn me into a sex-starved monster."
"Then you should teach me what to say and what to do."
"That was possibly the smoothest proposal I've ever heard," he leaned back giving her the darkest smile she'd ever seen on his face. "Are you tired?"
"I guess I could stay up for a few more hours…"
"Then come with me," he grabbed his coat and moved to take hers. "Let's go for a drink."