Page 107 of Pucking Obsessed

I indulge myself by running my hand along Robyn’s gorgeous ass and then up, along her back. Finally, I bury my fingers in her hair, tightening hard enough to make her gasp.

I take over the kiss, thrusting my tongue deeper.

Robyn surrenders.

I hold her hard in place, kissing her passionately.

I walk Robyn backward past a huge case of masks: owl, bunny, and black lace masquerade.

I don’t break the kiss, until her back is pressed against a display of my favorite leather costumes.

Everette told me that he’d put some special things out here just for me. Not only is his background in costume design and theater, but he has a serious leather kink.

He has an instinctive understanding of both the theatrical and the kinky.

It’s a talent.

He also knows the style that I love for fetish balls and events. He’s always been agood boylike that.

My cock fully hardens at the memory of being encased in leather or rarely, PVC.

I growl into the kiss, barely able to restrain myself.

I can’t wait until I can take mytwonew pets to those events. I’ll be proud to show them off.

I’d be even prouder to lead them behind me on leashes…

When I bite Robyn’s plush lip, she moans.

I force myself to draw back, licking over her kiss swollen lower lip. Her eyes look glassy. When she sways, I catch her by the elbow.

She’s already dropping.

Not yet.

I turn Robyn by the shoulders in a move that’s so fast, she catches her breath.

“How about Eden and I go to the party as vampire kings?” I point at the astounding all leather suit that’s hanging in front of us.

I know instantly that the vampire outfits have been designed with me in mind.

They’re black, dominant, and Gothic.

The leather shirt is skintight with hundreds of buckles like bondage. The thick, sweeping coat has a high, turned up collar.

It skirts the line of what I can get away with at coach’s party.

At a fetish event, I’d have subs falling to their knees the moment that I walked into the room.

My lips quirk in satisfaction.

A molded, crimson mask completes the outfit. It ends just before the curve of my mouth.

I’d look like a vampire general who is about to go to war.

Robyn’s breathing picks up. Her pupils dilate.

“I don’t know how we’ll get to the party, if you wear this.” She reaches out and traces over the stiff, black gloves, longingly. “You’ll look like something that’s stepped out of my dream. Shay will literally have a heart attack, when he sees you in this.”

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