Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

This is so unacceptable! "After killing my family and locking me up, you plan to have a date?! Do you even have any guilt left in you? Why are you even my mate? I can't believe the heavens partnered me up with a mate like you! "I saw how pain flickered in his eyes, but he immediately turned his gaze from me so I wasn't able to look further.

“What did you mean?” “She’s already put her heart somewhere. She has a boyfriend.” I felt my jaw tighten as I clenched my hands into fists. Was I too late? No. After a long search and waiting, it was never too late. My Beta and I were patient enough to wait for our mates to show up, which he had gotten in twenty-six. It was pretty rare to see a male unmated at that age. So we agreed to cut all dramas as soon as we found our mates.

"Look at me." He pulled her away from the center of the room and straight onto the polished marble dance floor. The orchestra was playing a slow, sweeping waltz. Leo did not ask for permission. He stepped into her space, his right hand sliding firmly down to the small of her back, pressing her flush against his solid chest as he began to move them to the music.

I said, standing, ready to leave, but Donato raised a hand, his smile back, too wide, too eager. “Not so fast, Moretti,” he said, snapping his fingers. The door opened, three women gliding in—hookers, their dresses tight, their smiles practiced, their eyes sharp. “You’re our most important business partner, so we went through the stress to get you these gifts to seal our partnership. They’ll treat you right.” My gut twisted, my hand inching toward my Glock. “I’m not interested,” I said, my voice cold, my eyes locked on Donato’s, reading the flicker of annoyance.

She cleared her throat and focused on the card. "The first game is... Fake dating for a week. Now that's a crazy game right?" She let out a soft laugh. But I didn't know why my mouth suddenly went dry. "The new partners for this game are..." She darted her eyes around us before refocusing on the card. "Regina Eldridge and Kristen Summer..."

I went to my computer and logged into the website, my go-to tool for making connections in the bondage world in a safe and secure space. My husband and I have a reputation on the site for being matched with girls who want to experience bondage for the first time, but it had been a long time since anyone had sought our "services." Now, a girl was reaching out, but she was a lesbian and wanted to be with two women. My husband would be disappointed, but I knew immediately who my playmate should be. I quickly finalized the arrangements and instructions, agreeing to the girl's boundaries, a safe word, and, finally, a time and place.

Celeste asked Jeremy to bring her a book to read while Jeremy played his video games. They sat quietly in the living room, each focusing on their own time killers. Jeremy sat across from her, his eyes glued to the screen. He seemed to be playing some sort of shooting game, nothing that Celeste could understand. The moving graphics made her dizzy, but she was grateful that they didn't have to make eye contact with each other.

She paused. "You're not a doll you mean to say? But I do believe I bought you from a dollhouse and when I saw you, you were shaking your ass and waist, half naked in front of hundreds of men. So do what you are meant to do". My voice was icy, freezing even me. Her face held a shocked expression. "When are you going to cut the attitude and admit the fact that we're mates cause I know too damn well that you felt the mate bond like I did?"

I did not know that preparing for eating ice cream with my mate will be this skittish. I can't find a perfect dress. It is casual but I want to look better. I know that I said that I want things to be slow, however, I want to be presentable to Mark's eyes. I've been rejected by my mate because of power. Now, I am given a second chance to reclaim my pride as a woman and as a mate of the one of the powerful Alpha's alive.

she says and I chuckle. The Club’s facade is nothing huge. Only its name is catchy. But behind it is a labyrinth of passages, doors, stages and whatnot. People often find it underwhelming at first, thinking it’s all soft bondage and stuff. Real things happen in closed playrooms, and only members get to play there. Members or their plus one. Sophie’s steps falter when we pass a playroom. Her eyes widen with curiosity and she stops in her tracks to take in what was happening.