“Cole is going to be here in a few days,” Sophia said.
Seth tried to be interested. Cole was one of Adria’s prior submissives, but when Adria’s hand brushed his thigh, he found he couldn’t think about anything but her touch.
“I still am not sure how comfortable I am with all this,” Adria murmured beside him.
“Cole will be perfectly safe here,” Xander said. “There is nothing that goes on in this city that I don’t know about.”
“What about Rolland? You didn’t know about him?” Bryson’s voice was distant but sharp.
Adria’s fingers gripped Seth’s thigh, and he pressed both his hands flat on the table, trying to remember how to breathe.
Her fingers were so close.
“Rolland is a small complication. I’m sure as a group we can think of a very easy solution for him,” Sophia quipped back.
Adria brushed a napkin across her perfect lips and said in a voice only for him, “I think you need to go to the bathroom.”
Seth bolted upright, his plate, and cutlery rattling on the table. All eyes focused on him.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said robotically, before turning to walk out of the room.
Xander’s house sprawled like a maze. Seth stepped out of the dining hall and faced three identical hallways stretching before him.
Which way was he supposed to go?
What bathroom would she look for him in?
Seth hesitated. If he waited for her here, would she punish him?
A thrill shot through his body, but there was also the possibility that if he didn’t follow the rules, she might not play with him at all and that was a punishment he wasn’t willing to risk.
He decided to go right and moved quickly down the hall, ears straining for the click of her heels.
Seth’s heart pumped in his chest, as his mind thought about the possibility of her catching him at any moment.
An open door, and Seth peeked in.
Not a bathroom.
On the third try, he found one.
Seth moved in and undid his pants. The door was shut, but he couldn’t lock it, otherwise how would she get in.
His face burned at the thought of someone catching him in here. Pants down, hands behind his back.
The warm air kissed his skin and despite the humidity he felt a chill roll over him.
Standing in the center of the room, he felt awkward staring at the door, so he turned to face the wall instead.
But that wasn’t much better.
The silence pounded into him, and his ears strained to catch any sound. Any sort of warning that he might be about to get caught in this kinky game.
The minutes stretched and his arms started to ache from holding the position. He considered dropping them and just listening for her heels, but he refused to admit defeat.
Adria had told him to stand in this position until she found him, and that was what he was going to do.
The doorknob rattled, and Seth sucked in a breath. Even though he wasn’t facing the door, Seth squeezed his eyes shut, praying it was Adria.
