“What if I’m just vanilla and proud?” I reply.
Mia scoffs. “No way.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Charlie puts out her hand as if she’s waiting for me to hand her something, but I stare in confusion. “Your phone, please.”
“No way,” I reply.
“Oh, come on. We’ve all taken it,” she argues. “And nothing on that list could be crazier than anything we’ve done. Isabel is getting railed by two guys at once. I’ve been auctioned off at Salacious in my underwear, and Mia…well, Mia clearly has no shame.”
“Nope,” Mia replies proudly, and I laugh. For a girl who literally uses masturbation as a performance piece, she’s the last person I would ever feel embarrassed around.
It’s obvious they’re not going to give up, so with a sigh, I hand over my phone to Charlie.
She’s quick to pull open the Salacious app, which has barely been touched in years. I downloaded it when we launched, but I never actually used it. The purpose of the app is to match up users based on a special form of compatibility—their kinks. So voyeurs and exhibitionists. Doms and subs. Sadists and masochists. And absolutely none of it interests me, so I never bothered checking it out.
“Okay, question number one—” Charlie starts, but I hold up a hand.
“Wait. I need more wine.”
“We should make it a drinking game! Every time she answers no, we drink,” Mia adds with a wicked smile.
“You’ll die of alcohol poisoning,” I reply.
The girls laugh as I open the spout on the box of wine, letting it fill my cup more than halfway. “All right, go.”
“Would you consider yourself spontaneous?”
“No,” I reply as we take a drink.
“Do you like to test your own limits and boundaries?”
“No.” Drink.
“Are you a rule breaker?”
“No.” Drink again. “See. I told you.”
“Does the idea of inflicting pain on others excite you?”
My mouth forms the word no, but I hesitate for a moment too long.
“Oh…” Mia jokes when she notices me pausing.
“Should I put down maybe?” Charlie asks.
The wine is making my brain fuzzy, but the more I think about it, the idea of marking someone up just to see them in pain is…intoxicating. Is that the same as excited?
“Um…sure. Put maybe.”
Mia is currently staring at me with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth as if she knows something I don’t.
Charlie rolls through a lot of questions that get a very hard no. Would I let someone lick my feet? Would I enjoy being someone’s pet? Would I be willing to hand over complete control of my life to my partner?
No. No. Absolutely not.
Pretty sure, the three of us are properly drunk, giggling our way through the questions to the point where Isabel has to take over reading them because Charlie is three sheets to the wind.
“Does the idea of withholding your partner’s pleasure turn you on?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I reply with a drunk giggle.
“It means not letting him come!” Mia replies a little too loudly.
“Shhhh,” I say, glancing toward the living room where the guys are mostly ignoring us and having a conversation of their own. A small part of me is dying to know what they’re talking about. Are they discussing the club without me? I should really go in there and see what I’m missing, but when a pair of ocean eyes glance up in my direction, a playful smirk on his face, I pop my head back into the kitchen to avoid his disarming gaze. God, I hope he can’t hear what we’re talking about in here.