Page 154 of Triple Pucked
It works.
Heine’s mouth snaps shut.
Commands work with Shay. Heine is a sub and may find them comforting too.
“Stop touching the collar and sit down.”
Heine instantly calms, sitting opposite me. His breathing steadies.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I am shocked, however, by the slow clapping from the door. My head shoots up.
When did it open?
How long has Blythe been standing there, watching us?
Blythe’s long black hair is pulled into a tight ponytail with a diamond clip. She is tall with immaculate makeup, designer glasses, and pink lipstick. She is dressed in a glamorous powder pink dress, which clings to her like a second skin.
“He is like a performing dog, isn’t he?” Blythe says, contemptuously.
Heine flinches. Instantly, however, he pulls himself up into a kneeling position. He lays his hands in his lap. His back is ramrod straight.
I am too aware that my head is still fuzzy, my muscles weak, and my hands tied together.
If I wasn’t still recovering from the effects of the tranquilizer, I would have been able to escape from the rope around my wrists by now. D’Angelo has spent enough sessions on bondage with me, and these knots are clumsily done.
They must have been tied by Heine.
If the knots were tied by Blythe, then I want to laugh in her face that she’s trying some kind of dom contest with D’Angelo.
I could beat her and I’m still in training.
“What did I say to you about keeping quiet?” Blythe strolls to Heine, who stiffens in fear. She grabs him by the arm and dragshim with surprising strength to the dog bed, shoving him down into it. “Stay, bad boy.”
The casual cruelty makes my eyes blaze.
I glare at her.
When she turns back to me, she appears surprised that I don’t drop my gaze.
Blythe’s lips pull up into an insincere smile. “You always were the brave twin. Smarter, more interesting, and far less clingy. It’s a shame that you’re dominant. Although, I am certain that I can train anyone.”
Funny.
She thinks that she has the control here. Yet if she believes that she can train or break me like she did with Shay and Heine, then she is wrong.
She is not even in control right now.
She doesn’t have my survival skills.
I have spent my life learning them because no matter how safe my adoptive parents, professionals, and therapists promised me that I was, I have never felt it. I needed to be certain that I could save my brother and myself if we were ever held captive or treated like property again.
And I was right.
I can play along.
She is my prey, however, and not the huntress.
