Page 82 of Triple Pucked
D’Angelo studies my face closely. “I’m known as Master Fire and Ice on event nights and to other subs. You’re not any sub, however, you’remysub. When we’re here on a special evening, then you can address me asSir.But when we’re justhere meeting friends, you don’t need to be formal. You’re not collared. It’s your choice, cucciolo.”
It feels like I’ve been dunked in ice.
You’re not collared.
I know that he is reassuring me. It should be a good thing that he is giving me the choice.
But somehow, it isn’t.
My gaze slides away from his. “Okay,Sir.”
Silence.
I carefully raise my gaze.
D’Angelo is studying me like he’s trying to work me out.
He tightens his hold on my hair to the point of pain, before pushing me away. “As I said, your choice.”
Something twists in my chest.
“Okay?” D’Angelo checks in with Robyn.
Robyn’s shoulders relax. “Excited to meet your other friends. After all, you cope with nights out with Neve, and she sends me texts about where she’s going to pin your sliced off cock and balls most days.”
Fleet bellows with laughter. D’Angelo shoots him a dirty look.
“Follow me.” Fleet turns and marches toward the booths in the shadows beside the bar. “We’d better not keep Kay waiting. You know how she gets, especially when she’s been obsessing over spreadsheets all morning. You’re really saving my ass, bro.”
D’Angelo strolls after Fleet.
Robyn smiles at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me after the two men who are now in low conversation.
They’re comfortable and relaxed. It strikes me that they truly have done this a thousand times before.
“I’ve chased down and captured them, they’re adorable, and you’ll never guess who they are, Kay,” Fleet calls out.
Normally, I like being on display. Now, I’m flooded with nerves.
I want to make D’Angelo proud.
I stand straighter.
I wish that I was taller.
A striking woman with tanned skin and a sharp face coolly looks up and assesses Robyn and me as we stand fidgeting next to each other.
Kay’s hair is cut into a short black bob. She is dressed in an expensive red suit, which is the same shade as her lipstick. She looks like she should be leading a board meeting, rather than lounging on a velvet wingback throne in a kinky club.
Kay is clasping a small college aged man on her lap. The man is nuzzling against her sleepily. He is beautiful and sweet looking with ash blond curls and baby blue eyes like his blue t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.
A pair of soft white velvet kitten ears peak out of his curls.
Kay feeds him a marshmallow from the plate of sweets on the table, and he licks her hand in thanks.
D’Angelo smiles more gently at thiskittenthan he ever has at me. “Hey, Cas. No lectures today?”
The kitten shakes his head. “I’m working on my thesis later, sir.”
