Page 35 of Pucking Obsessed

Fuck knows how much this shit costs.

I prefer not to know that it could cover my parent’s rent for a year.

I kneel up next to the bath, enjoying playing Robyn’s servant. She deserves to be waited on, and this role play is sexy as hell.

I pass Robyn the glass. “Here you are, Ma’am.”

Robyn’s gaze flashes in the same way that D’Angelo’s does, when I call himSir.

“Good boy,” Robyn praises, “looking after your Mistress.”

“Always.”

“And what are you going to do for me?”

“Anything.”

I mean it.

I’d do anything…give anything…for Robyn.

Does she know how much power she has over me?

That I hold nothing back with her?

I’ve never risked laying myself bare like this with anyone before.

Eden’s worried about the risk that I could be broken for real this time. But I can’t stop these feelings.

It’s frightening.

Sometimes, however, that’s what I need: the adrenaline rush of fear.

I push my t-shirt firmly up my arms, before trailing my fingers in the hot water. “I’m here to serve.” My gaze becomes heated. Then I can’t hold back my laughter. “And my Mistress almost ended up in a diaper.”

Robyn chokes on her sip of champagne.

I hurriedly pat her on the back.

“D’Angelo does know that this is real life and not a kinky role play, right?” Robyn looks at me with startled eyes.

“He’s just bought out half the store.” I play with Robyn’s tendrils of hair; she looks like a wicked siren. “He didn’t dateanyone before you, right? He was separated from his family. He’s been isolated from the real world in some ways. Eden has this type of barrier between himself and everyone else. It’s how he protects himself. I know that he doesn’t understand shit. Yet I’m learning that millionaire playboys can be just as clueless. It’s cute, and I’m not telling Jude that. Especially as he’s trying so hard to be a good boyfriend.”

“Heisa good boyfriend.” Robyn’s smile is soft. “His move with the jacket was smooth.”

“So, why’d you send him to the drugstore? Was it a test? Wait, do you have a special reward for him?”

Robyn scrunches up her nose. “Not unless you count a kiss. I only sent him in order to take his mind off that dumpster fire of a meeting. I didn’t want him to spiral into one of his OCD episodes. I mean, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he had, considering he’d been screwed by the owner of the entire club and humiliated by his own assistant coach in front of the entire board. It was brutal.”

I wince.

It was.

It fucking broke my heart.

D’Angelo took Eden and me under his wing. He’s been a brilliant mentor.

He’s also been my hockey idol since I was in college. Actually, when I was only a teenager.

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