Poppy Playtime Room Novels & Stories

I laid on the floor, trying to get my breath under control as I panted heavily, the boys bickering in the back ground. We were right now in the backside of the huge yet cozy restaurant and it was the best thing ever! There was a bar place in the corner and a huge space that Hunter gave me the full hand to organize, we just sat up a chair and table trying to see what worked best, and there was, of course, a fucking swimming pool as well. Talk about flex!

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”

I push down the tightness in my chest and head back to the fire. When I get there, the music is louder, and the guys are crowded around, passing shots and laughing like idiots. Ray notices me first and waves me over. “We’re playing Truth or Dare,” he says, grinning. There are several shots lined up before each log, and I make my way to the one I abandoned earlier. The girls are off to the side, playing some other game, shrieking every now and then. Ray makes it my turn because of course he does, and the bastard looks at me with a glint in his eye.

"Enjoy your visit!" Jackson snickered. "Thank you." Turning away, he saluted her with two fingers before stalking off to the staircase in favor of the elevator. The place was just as he remembered it, back from when he applied. The same decaying brown furniture, the weird rustic smell. And as he turned the corner up the winding staircase, he discovered the fluorescent lights still bugged his eyes. The walls even had the same coat of chipped, barely white paint. It was ugly as hell. Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had.

The mansion has many vacant rooms so Rhys can take one of them. When they were done, I looked around Rhys' room. They replaced everything except the furniture. We then left his room when everything is okay. It's just near Soren and I's room. I took my leave today at my vet clinic. One more thing, we don’t have too many patients today. Soren was at work so I was the only one here in the mansion with our housemaids.

His lips part ever so slightly. At the door, I enter in the passcode and gesture for Tom to go ahead of me. He’s all too willing to oblige his favorite actress. He’s impressed with my foyer. He stares in awe, at the painting on the wall. He turns around to comment on the painting. I swipe him across the face with a golf stick and he goes crashing to the floor. He’s unconscious before he hits the tiles. By the time Tom awakens, he’s lying naked in the velvet room. The velvet room is my own little den of kinks. It’s where I bring my toys, when I’m in the mood to play. Like now.

It’s too much activity for nine-something in the morning. I inhale, push the door open to the second floor wing, and instantly hear shouting. Not angry shouting though, creative shouting. “No… NO… who unplugged the key light?” “Maya, breathe.” “I will not breathe until the light breathes.” Okay. This is… a lot. I knock lightly on the propped-open door. Inside looks exactly like I imagined a queer media division would look like a tornado made of lighting gels, half-finished posters, tripods, and glitter. Actual glitter. It’s on the floor like someone sprinkled it instead of sweeping.

He guided me down a hallway lined with dark wood panels and occasional portraits of stern‑looking ancestors. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ I thought to myself. At the end of the corridor, a heavy oak door stood ajar, revealing a room that made my breath catch. The adult playroom was a sanctuary of controlled decadence. Black velvet drapes framed the walls, and soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over an array of equipment: a sturdy St. Andrew’s cross, a padded bench with leather cuffs, a set of silk ropes coiled neatly in a corner, and a variety of implements, floggers, paddles, a riding crop, and a sleek, black silicone gag.

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.

The playroom was big and it was blue, pink and purple themed. It featured indoor play equipment like the purple slide that was at the far end in the corner. There was a wall that had big colourful stars and a crescent moon, giving off galaxy vibes. A big doll house was on the left and a small tent that had a small mat inside was on the right for the kids who loved to read story books to sit there and read quietly. A small shelf of children's books was next to the tent. Aaron stood up straight and glanced at Tessa as he replied, “I just wanted what was best for us as a family. The kids will grow and have their own rooms and we might have more kids so I added extra bedrooms for that purpose.”