Page 127 of Triple Pucked
“You treated us like we were invisible.” Eden’s hurt lances through me.
“So, tonight we’re returning the favor. Just use your safewords if you need them.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is raspy.
I drop my gaze, unable to look at Robyn any longer.
My eyes burn.
“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” D’Angelo presses.
“I’m sorry?—”
“I know you are. This isn’t about you needing to say that again. It’s about consequences for breaking rules. It’s about keeping you safe, especially from yourself.” D’Angelo’s voice is sharper than I’m expecting.
My head jerks up.
He’s standing close to me, looking down like he’s willing me to understand something that is just outside my reach.
“We’re not angry,” Eden adds.
“But I need you to feel tonight.” D’Angelo’s gaze burns into me. “Sit there and experience this.”
In the quiet of the room, Robyn’s gasps and moans, as she writhes in the bed, are loud. They pulse through my blood.
They are all I can hear.
I strain against the ropes, breathing hard.
“You’re not going anywhere.” D’Angelo’s voice is like silk over steel.
He leans over me but never quite touching. It’s maddening. I crave to at least feel the brush of his suit jacket or his silky curls.
“Please, darlin’,” I whisper.
“Just think…” D’Angelo runs his finger a breath away from the head of my straining cock, and I jerk. “…what it would feel like if I could touch you tonight…if it was your fingers bringing Robyn to a writhing orgasm, rather than her own.”
I groan. “She could come over here and…”
Robyn shakes her head, splaying her legs even wider to give me a better view of her fingers that are now dipping in and out of her soaked pussy.
“I am in control,” D’Angelo says in an icy voice. “Only me. You know why you have to learn this lesson?”
“Because you’re a sadist?”
Robyn chuckles.
D’Angelo blinks, before his eyes blaze with a look that promises retribution.
Uh-oh.
“I am when it comes to pretty brats like you, cucciolo.” He smirks. “But I am doing this to make sure you learn that you don’t hurt yourself through overexercise, provoking fights on the ice, or by following the orders of another dom. If you want to be hurt, then you come to me.”
That shouldn’t be comforting. Except, it is.
Then he lowers his voice, before he says with quiet intensity, “You don’t damage my precious property.”
My precious property.
