Page 175 of Triple Pucked
Now I wish that Everett had.
“Only a little further,” I soothe Shay.
“Thank fuck.” Shay wipes the sweat off his forehead.
When we reach the back of the seated audience, my eyes widen.
Fleet’s demonstration has started and it’s breathtaking.
I have never seen anything like it.
Fleet is dressed as the King of Hearts. His suit is simple but elegant, and his crown is shaped out of playing cards.
He’s working as a rigger to tie Garcia with thin jute ropes and rope harnesses in the center of the stage.
Garcia is naked.
Yet there is nothing sexual about this demonstration, even if it is beautifully erotic and sensual.
Garcia looks like something out of an art installation.
I know how deadly this man is but now all his muscles and sharp lines are contained safely within the red ropes.
It’s mesmerizing.
I glance at Shay. He is staring at Garcia, entranced.
D’Angelo crosses his arms. “Ty is the best rigger in the state. Garcia loves the sensations of being held by the ropes.”
Fleet works slowly and precisely, tying knots that emphasize and push out Garcia’s strong pecs and ass, binding him into an interesting shape.
Garcia looks blissed out, so into sub space that he’s not even aware that he is being watched.
Fleet leans down to check in on him.
They whisper to each other, before Fleet gives Garcia a warm smile.
Then Fleet returns to his focused attention, hoisting Garcia inverted into the air. Slowly, he spins him.
“Shit.” Shay whistles.
His eyes are glassy.
D’Angelo gives Shay an assessing glance. “Are you dropping because you’re enjoying watching this be done to someone else? Or are you wishing right now that could be you tied up, exposed, hoisted upside down and powerless?”
Shay’s eyelashes flutter. “The second, Sir. I’m imagining how amazing Garcia must be feeling.”
“Then how do you feel about asking Ty to have a session with you? I would be there.”
Shay looks uncertain. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“Then I’ll take classes with Ty and improve my own shibari skills. I can’t promise anything as elaborate as this. But I can still take you down to my playroom and show you what it feels like to have ropes sensually sliding over your skin and?—”
“Just warning you,” Shay blurts, “that if you say anything more in that low voice of yours, I’m going to come. And I really want to come like you ordered me to, only when we’re all together in the private room, using our Robyn.”
A nearby sub who is dressed as a caterpillar shoots me a thumbs up.
I flush.
