Page 171 of Triple Pucked
Now, I smile at the memory.
When we walked into the club, Shay’s cheeks were already flushed. He was panting and struggling to take each step without making himself come.
D’Angelo was ignoring him, but it was obvious that he was being tormented remotely in some way.
Some of the subs cast Shay sympathetic looks but seeing the possessive way that D’Angelo rested his hand on Shay’s shoulder and the play collar around his neck, most appeared envious that they weren’t the ones who were being tormented.
When a server heads towards us, I smile realizing that it is Everett.
He is only wearing his thick, leather collar and a thong that is decorated at the front with a crochet teapot to cover his crotch. His long straight hair hangs loose to his waist. He is holding a platter of miniature cakes with scarlet frosting and playing card decorations.
He pulls it off with the quiet elegance of a Victorian butler.
How the hell does he manage it?
I am never going to achieve his type of posture. I would probably have facepalmed at least once by now.
“Master Fire and Ice.” Everett ducks his head, offering the tray.
D’Angelo takes off two small cakes. “The club looks spectacular. Good job.”
“Thank you, sir.” Everett raises his head, and his honey eyes fill with pride.
“Yeah,” Shay says, “bloody brilliant. But where’s Axel? He promised to show me his moves on the dance floor.”
“Are you sure that you’re up to dancing?” When I tap Shay’s ass, he blushes.
I would love to see him try.
“Permission to speak to your sub, sir?” Everett asks.
“Always. Even on event nights, you’re under no restrictions when it’s just us,” D’Angelo replies.
Everett’s shoulders relax, and his gaze flicks up to Shay’s. “You’ll have to wait until midnight to be schooled by Axel on the dance floor. He was impressed by your skills when he taught you for the demonstration. I bet that he’ll be dragging you back to the poles himself with your sir’s permission. Now, however, he’s getting ready for a pole dancing performance that will start after Master Shibari’s. Excuse me, I must get back to my duties.”
Everett weaves back into the crowds.
My brow creases. “Does he ever get a day off?”
“Of course.” D’Angelo holds a cake up in each hand in front of Shay’s mouth and mine. We both allow ourselves to be handfed.Shit, that’s good.I enjoy watching the way that Shay licks at a crumb on his plush lips, humming in satisfaction at the same time that I am enjoying the same taste. “But not in the way that you mean. He enjoys working for his mistress. But he has one day a week where he can talk to her outside that dynamic to check in if everything is working as they both need it to. He’s under her authority but he’s not controlled.”
I nod.
Shay looks thoughtful.
Longing.
This morning, when we woke up tangled together in bed like I have come to love, Shay was bouncing with excitement that this was our first Valentine’s Day together.
We were still dressed in our sleepwear, apart from Shay who had predictably found an excuse to sleep naked.
We sat in a circle together on the bed, drinking the morning coffee that D’Angelo rather than Eden brought up, since Eden is still recovering from his injuries.
I was also stuffing my face with the delicious heart shaped chocolates that Eden had presented on the side of my coffee as my gift.
It meant the world that he had taken the time and effort to make them himself.
“This is our first Valentine’s together,” Shay said in wonder like he was holding something precious in his hand that he was terrified of breaking.
