Page 125 of Triple Pucked
Then I hear Eden speak, and his voice is rumbling and filled with the type of danger that has bubbled beneath his quiet surface his entire life, whenever I have been threatened, “And I’ll find a way to take revenge.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Freedom Mansion
Shay
I squirmaround on the armchair, uncomfortably aware of the sensation of my naked arse on the velvet. It only makes my cock grow harder in the cool air.
“Isn’t this a little bloody unfair?” I protest, even if a certain part of my body strains to show its disagreement.
Traitor.
“No.” D’Angelo leans over me, tying my left wrist up to my elbow in black silk rope to the chair with complex knots that I don’t recognize.
The dark rope looks stark against my pale skin.
He’s careful that it’s not biting or bruising, however, even though it is pulled tight.
Eden ignores me entirely, as he kneels in front of my right wrist and ties me even more firmly with the same type of complicated series of knots.
I won’t be getting out of that any time soon.
A set of shears lies to the side, in case they need to cut me out quickly for my safety.
I arch my brow, grudgingly impressed with my brother’s skill.
But then, D’Angelo is a brilliant mentor to me as a captain. I should have known that he would be just as epic a mentor to Eden as a dom.
My arse had better watch out.
I hope Robyn is taking note because she’s the one in true danger, or maybe not, by the way her eyes are glittering as she watches me from the bed.
She is sprawled like the goddess that she is amidst the rumpled silver silk sheets of the four-poster bed in the center of the room. She never looks away from me.
She is gloriously naked but unlike me, she isn’t tied. She traces lazy touches over her breasts.
I don’t think that it’s unfair I can’t touch myself.
I do think that it’s bloody unfair I can’t touch Robyn.
She slowly — deliberately — spreads her legs wide.
I bite back a moan.
I try (unsuccessfully by the way that Robyn’s lips quirk), to look unaffected by the sight of her glistening cunt.
I’d give everything I own right now to be close enough to lick up her pussy and taste her.
I test my bonds.
Eden pulls them tighter in response.
D’Angelo grabs my ankle and starts to tie it to the leg of the chair.
I blush at how I am on display as much as Robyn is. Except, I know that bondage is not being used on me like it normally is because it brings me to higher levels of pleasure.
This time, it’s meant for punishment.
