Page 100 of Triple Pucked
Shay’s reaction startled me.
His hands clenched on his lap. His breathing became unsteady. His eyelashes fluttered.
“Are you still with me?” D’Angelo asked. “Color?”
Shay took a moment to reply like it was hard for him to form words. “I’m green. But it’s not like a fake wedding ring. It’s like being finally owned.”
Now, I sit on the front row of the seats that ring the stage in On the RACK. My leg is bouncing with combined nerves and excitement to watch D’Angelo and Shay’s performance.
This is going to push Shay. I hope that I won’t need to put together the pieces afterwards.
But I trust D’Angelo.
The lights are low in the club.
I glance around myself, trying to make it look casual.
People are dressed in a range of clothes. Some are wearing leather like Shay and I am, others latex, suspenders, high heels, or pretty lace lingerie.
One man with the build of a wrestler is being calmly led on a leash by a tiny middle aged woman in a baby pink dress.
Most are relaxed in jeans and t-shirts.
The easiest way to tell between the subs and doms, however, is whether they have collars around their necks, although D’Angelo explained that not everyone will be wearing them.
Dark sensual music with a Gothic vibe is playing. The seats behind me are already filled with an excited audience.
The club is buzzing with a joyful atmosphere. I clutch the back of my velvet seat, smiling as I watch the couples dancing on the dance floor.
It’s more fun and laughter, than spanking and pain. Although, as the softthack — thackof a leather paddle over the music from the side of the club that is filled with bondage furniture reminds me, there is that too.
I twist to watch the woman who is naked and bent over the spanking bench. A man is alternating giving her loving caresses and intimate murmurs into her ear and bringing a thick paddle down across the curve of her rosy ass.
Her moans, however, are pleasure filled.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” Everett asks.
He’s sitting on one side of me in the front row, wearing tight leather trousers that Shay would be jealous of and a leather harness, which frames his athletic build.
His long, straight white hair has been strictly bound back in black leather strips, as if his hair itself is in bondage.
It’s startling.
It was great to meet Kay, his Mistress, earlier in the week.
She may have a different dynamic with her men than I do, but it was still amazing to meet someone else in a polyamorous relationship.
Her men are as complex and interesting in their own way as mine are.
I wrinkle my nose. “How about calling me Ryn? It’s what my friends call me.”
Everett’s large honey eyes spark with happiness. “I would like that, Ryn.”
“Me too.” Cassian bounces on his seat like a real kitten.
Cassian is dressed in soft blue jeans, a white shirt with kitten paw prints on it, combat boots, and cute kitten ears that poke out of his ash blond curls.
Eden would love the entire outfit.
