Page 101 of Triple Pucked
Maybe I should surprise Eden by dressing up as a cat? I get the feeling that instead of having fun in a sexy pet play scene with me, he’d adopt me and spend the evening petting me curled up on his lap.
Cassian also has a collar wrapped around his small throat, which is like a luxury cat collar: sky blue withKITTENwritten on it in rhinestones.
“Of course, Cas,” I reply. “Where are the doms?”
“Mistress needs to work on weekend nights,” Everett replies. “And Master Shibari is over there.”
Everett points to the edge of the audience.
I peer over and catch Fleet’s eye, as he weaves through the crowds who are gathering to watch my men’s performance, which is going to begin any minute.
When I wave, Fleet smiles and waves back.
“What’s that printed on his armband?” I ask. “DM?”
“DMstands for Dungeon Monitor. It means that Fleet is one of the Dungeon Monitors tonight.” Everett sits stiffly on his seat with perfect posture. How much training has it taken for him to sit, stand, and walk like a Victorian butler? Does he ever break anything? Fall over? Smash glasses? “DMs keep everyone safe. Master Shibari is the most popular DM because the subs know that not only will he protect them but they can go to him if they’re confused about anything, overwhelmed, or just lonely.”
“Huh.” It’s hard for me to imagine any hardass coach being someone who you’d go to and willing be vulnerable around.
I grew up with a hockey player and then a coach.
I’ve been around coaches all my life.
Dad was someone who I protected Codyfrom.
How many times did Dad drag Cody away from me into the study, slamming the door after him to keep me out?
I justknewthat my younger brother was being hurt.
It wrecked me not to be able to break down the door and run away with him somewhere that he wouldn’t be calledbad,useless,orcrybabyagain.
Because Cody was none of those things.
I have always loved my brother more than anything in the world. And been fucking proud of him too.
Throughout my life, Dad was the danger.
He still is.
Colton was the same.
Yet here, Fleet is the protector.
The thought is mind-blowing. Yet can I trust it?
Cassian scoots closer to me.
“So, we’re free of the doms,” he whispers in a mischievous way.
Everett tuts.
“Cas,” he says sternly, “Mistress put me in charge. I am responsible if anything goes wrong. I know that you don’t want me to be disciplined if I need to report that you have broken her rules.”
Cassian straightens. “Free to be good.”
“Better.”
“But still,” Cas looks at me, shyly, “this is nice, right? It could be our Bay Rebels Sub Group!”
