Page 60 of Triple Pucked
He snatches my wrists between his large hand and drags them above my head.
I don’t struggle. This is exactly where I want to be.
My chest rises and falls.
D’Angelo nudges my legs apart. Then he slowly…achingly slowly…rubs his clothed knee over my swollen cock.
“Unfair,” I grit out, squirming.
D’Angelo sucks on my neck, glancing up at me through his eyelashes. “And who said that I care about being fair?”
Then he grinds his knee down harder.
I arch, pushing up into his tormenting touch.
“I’m almost there, darlin’,” I pant. “I’m about to…”
To my horror, D’Angelo lets go of my wrists and casually rolls off me. He lies on his back, pillowing his head on his hands.
I suck in startled breaths, struggling to get myself under control at being denied my orgasm at the last moment.
Fuck.
My hands drop to my sides. My fingers twitch, desperate to deliver the final stroke that I need to crash over the edge.
Yet I’ve been D’Angelo’s personal sub for enough months now to know that touching myself without permission is breaking the rules.
I ache with that particularpainpleasurethat I bloody love since I know that I am being denied because D’Angelo wants me to be.
He is in control of both my pleasure and pain.
My breathing is ragged, as I turn my head to glare at D’Angelo. He is sprawled looking up through the domed roof at the stars like he hasn’t just wrecked me.
“You’re stopping there…?” I gesture at my painfully hard cock, unable to keep the edge of pleading out of my voice.
D’Angelo’s lips twitch. “Problem?”
“Cruel man.”
“Luckily, I have a pretty man who loves my cruelty.”
My hand moves toward my desperate cock, but again, I press my palm to the floor to stop myself.
“Good boy.” D’Angelo entwines his fingers with mine, as if to help me resist the temptation.
As if we’re in this together like he always makes me feel, whether in a scene, punishment, or on the ice.
D’Angelo is always holding my hand.
Both the feel of his hand in mine and thegood boyfloods me with a warm, fuzzy feeling that makes up for the ache in my balls.
Almost.
D’Angelo gazes up at the night sky. “I wanted to share the stars with you tonight. Robyn and Eden already do regularly. I hoped that you would be able to share this side of yourself with me as well.”
“I wasn’t hiding the stars — this side of myself — from you,” I rush to explain. “It’s just…” I stare up at the endless stars. It’s easier to talk like this lying side by side with him as boyfriends. He may be dressed, and I may be naked, but that’s how we’re both most comfortable. It’s not the same twisted dynamic as my past relationships. “All my life, stargazing has offered me a sanctuary. A place that I could be my own person without my twin. It’s been new to me, sharing that with Robyn. I had a place like it in college. Blythe tried to force me to tell her where it was. She beat the shit out of it when I wouldn’t. It was the only time that I didn’t obey her.”
D'Angelo turns his head to meet my gaze. “You can ask me to leave. This truly is your room.”
