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Playdate
After the Cohen brothers discover a shared fantasy of Oliver and Lane’s, they decide to arrange a playdate.
Content Warnings: Feminization, pet play (kitten and puppy), voyeurism, exhibitionism, group scene (sharing: only Oliver x Lane), usage of terms such as cunt and pussy to describe the FTM trans character’s genitalia, sex toys, bondage, edging, male lingerie, a fantasy dildo with a knot, FTM character topping, breeding kink, praise, degradation, and a teeny tiny bit of watersports.
1
Lane
I brushed my hair in the vanity mirror, nerves thrumming under my skin. It had grown several inches over the past two years, and I had no plans to cut it. Greyson loved my hair, and I loved anything that Greyson loved.
My husband was obsessed with me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I lived for his attention.
Setting down the brush, I rechecked my makeup, just to make sure it was absolutely perfect. I smiled at my reflection. The shimmery pearlescent eyeshadow complemented my ocean eyes, and the mascara made my lashes long, dark, and fluttery.
I took a slow breath, reminding myself that ifIwas nervous, Oliver was probably hyperventilating.
Not that Ollie didn’t want to go through with it, because I knew he did. When I had first mentioned my idea a few weeksago—while we were hanging out in my bedroom after a day at the zoo—Oliver’s face had turned pink, and his pupils had blown wide with arousal.
The air had grown heavy between us, and suddenly we were both fantasizing about the possibility of being with one another in a more…intimateway.
In the end, we’d laughed it off, because neither of us thought our respective partners would ever allow something like that to happen.
Of course, Greyson had clocked the tension between the two of us immediately, and once Oliver had left that night, he’d cornered me.
Knowing that Daddy still wasn’t very fond of Ollie, I’d tried to brush it off. He wasn’t having it, though, and had thrown me over his shoulder, to which I yelped in surprise. He’d carried me into our bedroom, and before I knew it, my wrists had been cuffed to the bed.
Daddy had then edged me for fucking hours, always stopping just before I could find my release. Eventually, I’d broken down and confessed.
To be honest, I hadn’t really caught his reaction to what I’d said, as I was understandably more than a little out of it after finally being allowed to come.
A few weeks passed after that, and I’d just assumed that Grey had forgotten about his silly idea.
That was, until this morning, when, during breakfast, Grey had quite nonchalantly told me that his brothers and Ollie would be over that evening for a “playdate.”
I’d choked on my chocolate milk.
Then, as I stared at him in a stunned silence, he’d chuckled fondly, taking a napkin to dab up a drop of milk from my chin, and explained that he’d brought up my idea to Hudson and Hayes, and they had agreed it could be fun.
As I sat there blinking at him, my brain making dial-tone noises, he continued talking.“They aren’t allowed to touch you, and I’m not allowed to touch your friend. Both of you will need to follow our rules, but I know you will, baby, because you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”
I shuddered, thinking back on the conversation, and glanced down to find myself hard.
I ground my palm against my erection just once, just to feel a hint of that delicious pressure, then looked across the room to my bed. Chloe was napping contentedly on one of my pillows, but that wasn’t what my attention was on, even as much as I loved my pretty ‘lil lady. No, my eyes were focused on what Grey had left at the foot of the bed.
My stomach tingled with heat as I stood from the vanity and walked over, shedding my silky pink dressing gown.
Waiting for me to change into was a gorgeous white lace babydoll, the chest open. The matching panties had the cutest tiny pink rose in the center of the waistband, and a slit in the back for easy access.
Next to them sat a pair of white fishnet thigh-highs and a collar covered completely in diamonds.Swoon. Literally.
I ached to feel the outfit on my skin, but that wasn’t even all of it.
God, I was practically lightheaded with desire as I admired the kitty ear headband and tail plug—both with the softest, prettiest white fur.
