Page 134 of Pucking Obsessed

“I’ve said red a number of times in my life,” D’Angelo’s voice was strained, “for different reasons. Each of those times, however, I was in control. I wasn’t hurt. I didn’t safe word because…”

I was horrified that when D’Angelo broke off, there were tears trembling on his eyelashes.

“You don’t have to talk about this,” Robyn said, gently. “But if it’ll help, we’ll always listen. Then we’ll destroy Heine together.”

“Charles had been begging me for months to become my personal sub. I always said no. I made it clear that I never spent more than a couple of nights with any sub, but he wanted more than that. I wasn’t willing to give him what he was demanding. I was still in love with Robyn. I didn’t want a relationship with anyone. I could only offer to be his friend.” D’Angelo tightened his hold on my hand.

What D’Angelo wasn’t saying was that hedidchoose me as his first personal sub.

He spent years alone because of his love for Robyn but now that he was united with her, they’d both accepted me as well.

My heart warmed.

“He wouldn’t accept that, I’m guessing.” Robyn wrapped her arms around herself.

D’Angelo shook his head. “When I hosted a Halloween fetish party, Charles said that he was too anxious to go by himself to a kink event as a lone sub. He suggested that we could go together and put on a performance:Lucifer and the tamed angel. He bought incredible outfits. I shouldn’t have agreed but I felt sorry for him. Principessa, you saw my outfit in the 1001 Fantasies. Charles was naked apart from beautiful white wings and matching collar and leash. He acted the part of the broken angel at the feet of the mighty Lucifer to perfection the entire evening. The demonstration with Charles tied to the Saint Andrew’s cross was the highlight of the evening. I bullwhippedhis ass and thighs, while his wings appeared to flap at each hit. There was nothing sexual.”

“What went wrong?” My heart was beating too fast.

I could imagine it.

Heine writhing in agonized pleasure, pretending to be broken by his enemy and demonic Prince of Darkness.

Suffering to try to win his new dom.

D’Angelo ran a shaky hand over his face. “Charles doesn’t know his own limits. I could see that he’d reached them, but he wouldn’t even sayyellow. Instead, he tried to brat me into hitting him harder. We had an audience, and I wasn’t accepting that behavior from any sub. Before I could call a stop to the demonstration, however, Charles suddenly started to sob. He broke and called out:Dad, don’t, please, you’re hurting me Daddy…I froze. I felt like a monster. Did he think that I was like his Dad? Had I triggered him? I calledredand untied him.”

“Shit.” My eyes widened. I hadn’t expected to feel bad for the bastard. “Was he okay?”

A tear trailed down D’Angelo’s cheek. “Okay enough to push me away furiously. He’d wanted to play out a consensual non-consent scene. It was role play to him. He hadn’t told me, and no way had I agreed to that. I wouldn’t have,ever. You know how I feel about scenes that include parents.”

I felt like I might hurl because I did know.

D’Angelo had his own trauma around his parents just like I did.

He’d never bring either parents or abuse into his play or his bed. He hadn’t consented to that in his negotiations.

“The fucking asshole.” Robyn’s eyes were blazing.

“I tried to give him aftercare. I needed it as much as he did,” D’Angelo said, quietly. “I was in a daze, shocked. But Charles spat that I wasweakandnot a real dom. I don’t remember much after that. The night is a blur. But I crashed into theworst dom drop I’ve suffered. For weeks, I had to struggle through hockey games, while feeling burned out, agitated, and depressed. I didn’t play with other subs for months because I couldn’t stop those words looping through my head:not a real dom.”

I gripped D’Angelo’s chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Listen to me, Sir,you’re a real dom. I know because I used to be with a fake one. You’re alsomy Dom, and that’s what bloody matters. It’s Heine who’s not a real sub. He broke your trust, when he didn’t respect your hard limit. He’s intimidating and threatening you now because he still hasn’t learned about boundaries. We’re going to teach him that you can’t be controlled, yeah?”

“Why don’t we go to the cops?” Robyn demanded.

“And say what? That a billionaire from our own club bought you a drink on your birthday?” D’Angelo arched his brow.

“He has a point,” I admitted, reluctantly.

“Plus,” D’Angelo added, “Charles has access to where I live. He could give a reasonable excuse for why he sent the team’s captain gifts and an outfit for an official event. He could end all our careers. If we turn this into a scandal, we’re finished. Your dad too. This man is powerful. He was back then. I often wondered if the reason the press went for me so hard had something to do with Charles’ connections.”

“Garcia and Eden will research and find some leverage against him.” Robyn’s gaze becomes steely. “I won’t let anyone bully my men. If Heine thinks that he can make his point even at my birthday party that he’s in control, then we need to dig up more information about him to take it back.”

“We’re winning against the Jets tomorrow.” Fierce determination blazes through me. “If this is a game to Heine, then we’re winning.”

Now, I glance through the glass at the VIP area of the arena.

Heine is standing in the middle of his bully gang of board members.

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