Page 41 of Puck Shy

Johnny licks his lips, his eyes traveling from Stevie’s naked body to my gaze. “Got it, Cap.”

My lip twitches at the nickname, and I move my attention back to Stevie. I can see the goosebumps splayed out over her arms and her knuckles turning white from anticipation. I take the stick from earlier and trail the toe down her spine.

“Rookie, grab four sets of laces.”

Like the eager pup he is, he rushes off and finds where they’re kept, returning with them in his hand. I move to the front of Stevie, her forest eyes dark with lust, and those cherry lips I missed kissing so much are in a pout that makes me want to devour them.

“You’re okay with being tied up?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says, her voice husky and sweet.

“Get to work, Rookie,” I say, my voice in full captain mode like I’m giving a speech during double overtime in the playoffs. “Tie her ankles and hands. Don’t do it too tight, though—I don’t want to damage any nerves.”

He salutes me and gets to work. I watch him carefully as he ties her, testing each one to make sure she can’t move and that they won’t cause any damage. The only reason I had Johnny do it is because I know he likes the bondage room at the club and has some experience, more than me.

I don’t feel comfortable not double-checking. The last thing I want is for Cherry to lose feeling in her arms and legs. I want her to feel everything I do to her.

Once the task is done, I motion to Johnny to follow me. We walk around Stevie, admiring his work and her incredible body. She looks like an art installation, tied up and at our mercy. Her arms are bent at the elbow, each wrist tied to the side of the chair. Her feet are planted firmly on the ground with her legs open and stretched so her round ass and pretty pink opening of her pussy are just off the edge for better access.

Stevie moans and bites her lip as her eyes track us, her hips rubbing her greedy cunt in short motions against the seat of the chair.

“Someone wants to get off,” I taunt, knowing she likes this, likes the humiliation. I saw how much she loved it when I showed her wet panties to an entire room of people. This is no different. She wants to be showed off, to be desired and worshiped. She wants people to know how much of a beautiful little slut she is.

“I do,” she breathes out. “God, Lucas. I need you to touch me.”

With the stick still in my hand, I use the toe to gently move it down her spine again. “Like this?” I tease.

The chair creaks a little bit at her movement before she stops, realizing she can’t move too much or the chair will fall over. Not that I’d ever let that happen. When I grabbed it and asked her to sit, I knew by the weight of it that it’s strong and made to hold up all kinds of bodies. Which is perfect for what I plan to do to her.

“With your hands!” she cries, frustration evident in her voice.

I remove the stick from her back and set it to the side, then I come to crouch in front of her so our eyes are level. “I don’t know if you deserve my hands, Cherry. Especially after the shit you pulled with Johnny boy here.”

“I didn’t mean—”

I cut her off by grabbing threads of her hair and pulling back enough so she cries out. “What do you think your punishment should be, baby?” I tug on her hair again and see the ghost of a smile on her lips.

“Maybe I need you to spank me,” she says, her voice practically a purr.

I fist more of her hair and pull again so her head is straining back, cherry lips now parted. “I think you’d like that too much.” I look at Johnny, who’s standing and watching the show. The visible outline of his cock shows through his black pants, and I can see his chest moving up and down, his desire apparent. “Come here, Rookie.”

Johnny snaps out of his trance and takes the few short steps to my side. He looks down at Stevie, his eyes roving over her every curve appreciatively. When I decide he’s looked enough, I use my free hand to grab his stubbled jaw and force his green eyes to mine. His eyes shoot wide, and he tenses up for a moment before his body relaxes.

“Keep your cock in your pants—remember what we discussed. Tonight is not for you, got it?” Johnny nods with my hand still holding his face. “Now, get on your knees behind Cherry and put that smart mouth and hands of yours to good use.”

Not needing to be told twice, Johnny drops to the ground, positioning himself in front of Stevie’s dripping cunt. He places his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spreads them wide. For a second, I wait to see if jealousy hits me, but I find there’s none. I know I have control here. I know that he’ll stop the moment I tell him to, and I can’t help but take pleasure in knowing that what I’m doing makes Stevie happy. Which makes me immeasurably happy.

The moment Johnny’s tongue rims Stevie’s pleated hole, she cries out, her hips moving forward on the chair.

“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes closing. I tug on her hair, and her eyes snap open to look at me.

“You like that, Cherry?” I ask. She doesn’t answer, just cries out again when Johnny starts to move his tongue lower and lower until he’s reached her soaked entrance.

I tug a bit harder. “Answer me. Do you like Johnny’s tongue on you?”

“Ye-yes,” she mutters, her voice quiet like she’s afraid to tell me the truth.

I lean down and place my lips at her ear. “You don’t have to be afraid around me, Stevie. I’m okay. I’m not jealous,” I whisper for only her to hear.

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