Page 56 of Triple Pucked
I always dreamed that I would do.
Robyn and Eden are having their book club date together in the library. To be fair, I’d even take a spanking to avoid that boring shit. Actually, I’d take a spanking from D’Angelo any time.
“Why are you smirking?” Warm fingers ghost my left hip. “Turn to your left. One pace forward.”
I obey.
Obeying simple commands like this calms my mind. It settles the crawling sensation that has made me unable to stay still since the meeting in coach’s room.
“I’m just thinking about Robyn snuggled in the library’s nest with one of Eden’s books, probably written by some boring dead bloke.” I chuckle. “Dead roses and dead authors. You say that you don’t like horror movies, but this mansion has a dark vibe, darlin’. Are you actually leading me to a vampire to be drained as a blood sacrifice?”
I yelp at the press of teeth to the base of my throat.
My cock, however, twitches with excitement.
D’Angelo threads his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back.
My cock twitches again.
“You’ll have one with you in this corridor right now,” D’Angelo says, low and dangerous, “if you don’t stop thinkingabout everything else, rather than staying in the present. This is our date. Just for the two of us.”
My cheeks flush with pleasure.
“Bloody hell.” I lick my dry lips. “Normally our dates at least pretend to include a movie, before we get to the kinky?—”
D’Angelo yanks on my hair sharply enough for me to break off with a strangled cry.
“All you need to do is listen to my voice and obey.” D’Angelo finally let’s go of my hair, dragging his hand down to the base of my neck and then squeezing. “Do you trust me enough to do that?”
“Always, darlin’.”
“Acceptable answers are,yes Sirandthank you, Sir.”
Does he know what that stern tone does to me, when I’m naked and vulnerable like this, while he’s still dressed in his suit and not blindfolded?
I bet he does, the brilliant bastard.
“Yes, Sir.” I can’t stop myself smiling. “Thank you, Sir.”
To my shock, I feel D’Angelo’s lips brushing featherlight against mine.
Then they’re gone.
I make a plaintive sound, searching out his lips.
D’Angelo’s mean chuckle comes from somewhere to the side of me.
I turn my head, blinking into the black. My skin goosebumps.
I’m hyper aware and alert for every tiny touch.
“Take ten paces,” D’Angelo drawls.
It feels like I have been walking around in the dark for hours. Not once have I hit anything. D’Angelo is proving over and over why I should trust him, as much as I’m proving that I trust him.
My captain. My boyfriend. My Dom.
I lift up my chin, proudly facing ahead as I take ten paces.
