Page 168 of Triple Pucked
Then he finally smiles.
And it’s beautiful.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
On the RACK, Freedom
Robyn
“The club looks incredible.”I stare around myself in amazement. “We really have fallen down the rabbit hole.”
On the RACK has been transformed into a dark, Gothic Wonderland. The walls glow with grinning Cheshire Cats. Giant playing cards are laid out to be used as both tables and spanking benches. Equally large chess pieces separate the bar, dance floor, and crimson booths.
Toadstools hang from the low ceiling between the chandeliers.
I scrunch my nose at the strong scent of leather.
Servers who are naked apart from collars and thongs weave between guests, carrying silver trays of non-alcoholic sparkling cocktails in glasses shaped like spiraled unicorn horns.
“Do you know how hard you are making it for me not to banter right now?” D’Angelo’s lips quirk. “But this is Valentine’s Day, and I am trying to be romantic.”
“Since you have brought us to the twisted Alice in Wonderland event, I’m sure that you’re actually trying to be kinky.”
“When aren’t I? And that’s trying to be kinky,Sir. This is an official event. I’m Master Fire and Ice here.”
I roll my eyes but I instinctively reach up to touch the soft leather collar that D’Angelo earlier clasped around my throat. I didn’t miss the yearning in Shay’s eyes when he kneeled to have his collar put on.
I need to have a conversation with D’Angelo about that soon.
Shay looks amazing in a collar.
There are day collars that people wear, which can still keep this side of our relationship discrete. I feel that we’re all married.
Staring at Shay now, it hits me hard enough to almost make me double over thatIwant to collar Shay.
He belongs to both D’Angelo and me in a deeper way than is possible in any marriage.
He is ready for what that means. I am as well.
Is D’Angelo?
A rush of happiness surges through me as I look at both these men.
Shay catches my eye.
Seeing my smile, he smiles as well.
The beat of the heavy electro music pulsates through my blood. I nod my head, while Shay taps his foot.
The atmosphere in the club is relaxed and joyful. It’s a safe space with DMs weaving in between the guests, who are dressed in costumes. There are sexy Alices wearing white suspenders, both men and women in nothing but tiny playing card tunics, and naked Hatters who are dressed in only top hats.
Shay and I are both experiencing new things thanks to D’Angelo. My life and world is expanding in the best way.
When I was married, people thought that I was so lucky. My husband was one of the most talented millionaire, NHL players.
People thought that I had escaped my small town and was free, living my best life.
In fact, my husband isolated me from both family and friends. I was stifled and controlled, barely experiencing pleasure. He crossed my boundaries, didn’t honor consent, and never met my needs.
