Page 36 of Pucking Obsessed

I had his poster on my wall. I watched his games and dreamed that one day, I could play as well as him.

At college, I practiced until I passed out from exhaustion to keep my scholarship. My coach told me that I was too short to play in the NHL like the players that I worshiped.

But now, here I am.

I still don’t know how I got lucky enough for a hockey god like D’Angelo to have taken notice of me. But I’m not going to letsome bloody men in suits tear down this titan of the sport that I love.

D’Angelo is a better man than all of them put together.

I frown, sitting back on my heels.

I should have noticed Robyn’s needs like D’Angelo did. But I was shaken.

Actually, I was too focused on the jealousy, which surged through me, every time that I looked at the Goth imp who was hitting onmy man.

I don’t give a fuck that Heine is the club’s owner and my boss.

A red mist settled over me from the moment that Heine touched D’Angelo, making him uncomfortable. Then when he targeted his career, siding with Colton and the board.

I could have torn off Heine’s balls, when he tried to get D’Angelo to meet him alone, despite D’Angelo sayingnorepeatedly.

It triggered my own bad memories with my ex-domme and abuser from college, Blythe.

How many times did I tell herno, only to be ignored or gas lit?

Red, red, red.

I screamed my safe word, but she didn’t listen or stop punishing me.

It’s taken D’Angelo and Robyn to help me trust that consent and boundaries mean something.

I’m safe in my submission.

I can let myself go, revealing my scarred soul, knowing that they’ll stop, if I need them to.

For the first time in my life, I can allow myself to believe that my twin and I have finally found a family and home where we’re safe.

Yet the powerful men in that meeting room, led by Heine and Colton, want to rip that away from all of us.

They’re crucifying D’Angelo.

Why do they hate him? Or are they undermining him to get to coach?

Do they know the truth of our polyamorous relationship?

Does D’Angelo have more secrets in his past?

I wrap my arms around my middle, ducking my head.

I can’t lose this refuge.

Or my brother and my new freedom.

“Hey,” Robyn reaches one wet finger to tip up my chin, “my sweet servant, it’s going to be okay. We’ll figure this out together.”

“Sweet, huh?” I dip my head to capture her finger with my lips, sucking it like it’s a cock.

Robyn gives a shocked breath, when I gently nibble her finger.

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