Page 116 of Triple Pucked
Is it possible that people like that exist?
Yesterday, D’Angelo and I started to clean out the playroom together.
“I will train you on everything in here.” D’Angelo rested his hand lovingly on a large wooden cabinet with hundreds of drawers. “We were both born as natural doms, but to use equipment like this, you must be trained. Fleet mentored me. He drilled into me the importance of everything being safe, sane, and consensual. He was as strict a mentor as he’d been a famous player and coach. Both of us coming from the same background and sport, as well as training, made a big difference. He could push me harder because he knew how hard my own training pushed me. He believed in me experiencing sensations, before I tried them on anyone else. Then I gained further experience through watching and then giving public demonstrations at On the RACK and private events. It’s why I fund classes and make them free for subs and doms who may not be able to afford them. I want to make sure that everyone can explore their dynamic in the right environment. Everyone deserves to find out who theytruly are. It shouldn’t be restricted by how much money they have. Since you need quiet, then we can adapt this room for our scenes or ones that you want to do with Robyn. It’ll be your space as much as it is mine.”
I hadn’t known what to say.
My space as much as his…?
Why was he being so generous?
A study, a gym, and now a playroom.
Was I truly his brother as well as his friend?
I wanted that so much I couldn’t speak.
I simply nodded.
I could tell how difficult it was for D’Angelo, however, to even be in the playroom after his assault by Heine, which happened in here.
His hands were shaking, although he was trying to hide it.
He kept glancing at the whips.
We should throw those out.
I liked that D’Angelo never expected me to speak.
We worked in silence, methodically opening drawers and wiping down each item, listing and sorting them.
Finally, D’Angelo’s shoulders relaxed and his hands stopping shaking.
I never thought that I would have anyone who I saw as family outside my brother.
I have my adoptive parents. They prefer my brother, but then, so does everybody.
I always believed that allowing anyone else close would only lead to pain.
It had with Blythe.
But then, D’Angelo has proved me wrong. He’s my family now.
Plus, I didn’t understand love before Robyn.
Yet now I would do anything for her just as I would for my twin — suffer, die, or kill.
And that’s love.
I’m not sure that everyone experiences the same type of love as I do. But at least I’m not numb any longer.
If D’Angelo can’t get through to Shay, however, then he will lose not only this game but the bet. And both of us will lose the only good thing to happen to us.
I glance out of the side of my eye at Robyn. “There’s something wrong with my brother.”
I have to tell someone.
She huffs. “I can see that; we are both watching the same game. Look, Grayson has the puck, but the whole team are a mess. He doesn’t even have anyone to pass to. Fuck, he’s lost it again. Dad is going to bust their balls.”
