I was. I mean, Tripp did tell me what to do a lot, but he was also my boss. It felt natural to sink into a subservient role—personally and professionally.
Since there was no way I was explaining all that, I ignored her. A task that became easier once our food was set in front of us.
As we ate, conversation moved to the end of the semester hoopla—something that didn’t fill me with as much existential dread. There was a weight that seemed absent from our trifecta. It was replaced by a warmth that came from the ability to be unabashedly open and truly ourselves.
Our friendship may have been arranged by the OGs and the gods of sisterhood, but treasuring what we have is probably the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
Ketchup blood pact and all.
“So tell us more about the bondage thing,” Wren said without warning.
Just as two guys who lived down the hall from me sat at the table next to us.
Or maybe not.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
A SOURCE SAYS THE B-LISTER IS BEING FORCED INTO TREATMENT FOR HIS POWDERED SNOW PROBLEM. EXPLAINS HIS ABSENCE ON THE PARTY SCENE.
GREER
“Christmas is in a few days.”
I dragged my gaze from the movie I was barely paying attention to and looked at Tripp. “Oh?”
The one word came out as more of a pant thanks to his thumb being inside me.
Over a hectic week, we’d settled into a routine. An atypical routine, but a routine nonetheless.
Other than a couple days when our schedules didn’t line up, we saw each other for at least a bit. Tripp’s time was spent with his trainer and pre-production hoopla. Hoopla I would’ve loved to be a part of except I’d spent my days taking finals.
Or studying for finals.
Or obsessing about finals.
If that wasn’t bad enough, my week had also included fielding calls from my mom and ignoring ones from my father. Both were emotionally devastating in different ways.
It was a distraction I didn’t need with school already adding so much stress.
For the first time in my life, though, I’d had a good outlet for that stress thanks to a couple of trips to Gilded. Tripp—in typical Tripp fashion—had somehow known that I didn’t need exploration of any of the other rooms right then. I needed the bondage one. The feeling of being in control by not being in control. He would eat me, finger me, or use toys on me until I was too exhausted to be stressed.
But he never fucked me, even when I begged.
Not that he didn’t come. He used my mouth. Or he wrapped both of my hands around his length with my fists stacked—and even then, I wasn’t able to touch all of him. Or he stroked his cock himself while he got off on my torment. No matter what we did, though, he finished by coming on me.
He didn’t use it to sign me again, though.
Very disappointing.
A couple of nights were spent vegging out in front of the TV while I updated his calendar, went through his emails, and made sure I’d done the bare minimum of my job. He’d tried to order me not to but had relented when I assured him it was a welcome break.
Thankfully, fooling around wasn’t limited to Gilded. Even when we stayed in, he got me off. Unlike our first foray into the FWBworld, I had no problem coming without the restraints. I just needed Tripp.
The torturous thumb in me wasn’t an occasional occurrence, either. It happened every time we were on the couch. It was as teasing as it was oddly comforting.
But mostly the teasing part.
It would’ve been much better to have all of him, though.
