Parts of Us (The Game #14) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
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Please no pee-pee notes, please no pee-pee notes!

It just wasn’t my thing. With a single exception—when Daddy used it to objectify me during our doll play. Then I loved it. In the shower, nowhere else. Unlike Cam, I could never get used to doing it in a diaper.

I scratched my head and took a step closer. Shay was just about to receive his yellow note—only one for him—and I caught his eyebrows hitching higher and higher as he read it. Reese was smirking, so he probably liked whatever it was.

“Shit,” Shay muttered.

“What does it say?” Tate peered closer, only to wince. “Christ. Have fun with that.”

“I wanna know too!” I squeezed between Lane and Corey.

Shay held out the note for me.

Enjoy a session with a branding iron. Video must be uploaded online within two weeks and remain public for a minimum of three days.

Oh my God.

Shay looked up at Reese and narrowed his eyes. “You made sure I got this one, Daddy.”

Reese took on a what-the-fuck expression. “Are you callin’ me a cheater, boy?”

Yikes. Tread carefully, Shay!

I squeezed my way over to Colt. “Two yellow notes, thank you.”

He handed me two notes, and I braced myself.

Deep breaths.

I stepped out of the way and unfolded the first.

For at least four hours, you will be your Owner’s Post-it pad. Images of all notes must be uploaded to the Mclean House public photo album. (Your Owner can read the terms and conditions in the event group.)

I chewed on my lip. That wasn’t too bad. Uncle Lucian could draw freaking raccoon eyes on me, and I’d just laugh.

“I take it no winners will be announced today?” I asked no one in particular.

Colt smirked faintly. “We mentioned this before the egg hunt, little one. We’re announcin’ part-one winners today—those who found the most eggs. And part-two winners before the next Game.”

Oh, right. Right, right. I remembered now.

I unfolded the other note.

Within two weeks, your Owner will upload a video of a wet-sex session of their choosing. The video must be available for public viewing in our online community for a minimum of three days.

Ugh, there we go. I scratched my nose and made a face.

“Yessss,” Corey hissed nearby. “I’ve never been happier to receive a waterboarding.”

“So unfair!” I called out. “So nobody will pee on Corey?!”

Several others cracked up, and Master Greer trailed closer. “Not this time, I guess.”

Fingers crossed for another time, then! If I was going to suffer, so was everyone. Darn it all.

Before too long, I was at the front of the other line, and I received two pink notes and one purple.

“Goddammit!” Tate cursed. “Fucking Tied-Up Toes!”

Oh, ewww. I hated Tied-Up Toes! Worst bondage game ever. I’d suffered so hard with that one at Kit’s Christmas party. But that must’ve been an orange note since it was about bondage and restraints, so I felt safe.

I swallowed nervously and unfolded a pink note.

Enjoy an hour with weighted clover clamps in intervals of ten minutes on your nipples. Your Owner decides the weight.

“Fuck,” I whispered. RIP, my poor nipples.

“Hell yes! I love the pinwheel!” someone yelled out. “Mark me up, Sir!”

I threw them a scowl. Why couldn’t I get sounding or a painful kink I loved?

I went with the next pink note.

Time to strap you down for ten minutes of your Owner tickling your feet.

“Motherfucker!” I shouted.

Anger flooded me, and I unfolded the last note. The purple crap note.

Your Owner would like to introduce you to Master Walker’s latest spiked paddle. Your date will last for half an hour.

I gritted my teeth and stalked toward Uncle Lucian. Fine, whatever, paddling, let’s do it. I’d rather get beaten with a spiked paddle than strapped down and tickled.

“It’s hard to remember that you love me right now,” I told him. “It’s a lot of suffering for one cute Little such as myself.”

Lucian tried not to be too amused, and he accepted the notes from me so he could read them. Read them, save them, make a list out of them, and report them to the volunteers so they knew what to expect from me.

“Listen up, everyone!” Mr. West called out. “We obviously encourage all Owners to complete as many notes as possible right here where we can enjoy the show!”

I stuck my tongue out in the general direction of Mr. West and all the other volunteers for the event.

Lucian started chuckling. “This is helpful—my personal Post-it. And a bit of tickling, huh? How fun.” He turned one note around; maybe it’d been upside down. And he smiled. “Wet sex. Interesting.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Why do you always have to pee on me, man?”

He barked out a laugh. His eyes were happy as he glanced down at me, the sun catching in his gaze, and I liked that part. I just hated the reason.


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