Page 169 of Triple Pucked
I lost myself.
Finally, I feel like I have found myself again.
By moving back to my small town, I have rediscovered my independence, career, love for life, friends, and family.
Plus, these incredible men have worked hard to show me that I should expect my needs to be met. Consent is sacrosanct. And how many mind-blowing ways there are to experience pleasure.
D’Angelo’s gaze softens, as he studies me. “Anyway, this is the reward for winning the final game. We all need a proper celebration. It’s the final card, the ace of hearts: role play.”
Shay wraps his arm more firmly around my waist, nuzzling at my neck. “Cas invited us, and he’s been working bloody hard to decorate this club and get it ready. It looks incredible. He’s new to Freedom as well. I’ve never had another sub friend; I’d like to know him better. Same for Everett and Axel. I mean, I find Kay bloody scary, if I’m honest. But her subs are great. It’s good to have someone to talk to as another sub, yeah?”
“You mean plot against your dom,” D’Angelo mutters.
“Exactly, Sir.” Shay smirks.
“Cas is talented.” I glance down at my costume. “So is Everett. Did he design these?”
D’Angelo reaches out to smooth down my dress, lingering just long enough to make me shiver. “I designed them with him. He put serious effort into them. He’s not an easy man. Hehas high walls. But why am I not surprised that you have both managed to scale them already?”
Both Shay and I blush.
Shay plays with the large white bow at the back of my tight white and blue Alice dress. I hold my breath, as he teases at undoing it.
The dress is so short that if I were to bend over, I would flash the crowd. Of course, we’re in a setting where everyone has signed that such exhibitionism is acceptable.
After all, we’ve just been passed by a gorgeous woman with raven hair who is naked apart from body paint, which turns her into a giant playing card.
The position of one of the diamonds isinteresting.
Shay’s eyes widen, before he hurriedly looks away.
His hand slips lower, however, edging to the hem of my dress.
I bite my lip, trying not to react.
I’m not wearing panties at D’Angelo’s order. It thrills me that he wants me like this.
Just before we left Freedom Mansion, he slid his hand under my dress to casually thumb over my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm but cruelly never letting me tumble over.
Then he leaned to murmur into my ear, “I want you available to your Sir at all times. Free use tonight. All your holes are mine.”
He waited just long enough for me to protest or safeword, but instead, I moaned my agreement.
It made me wet at the idea. I couldn’t hide it from him either because he was still rubbing over my pussy.
His eyes darkened.
D’Angelo needs to prove his control tonight and reaffirm his dominance in our relationship after everything that has happened with Blythe and Heine, and I’m fucking here for it.
Of course, he’s proving the same with Shay.
I take revenge on Shay for his teasing by pressing the palm of my hand firmly against his ass. His eyelashes flutter, and he pushes up on tiptoes.
“Mean,” he gasps.
I glance at the front of the tiny white leather shorts that he is wearing. His cock is bulging but trapped at the front.
It must be painful.
