Page 170 of Triple Pucked
He is dressed as a leather White Rabbit in nothing but white leather shorts, knee high boots, and stiff leather rabbit ears.
Donnie Darko falls down the rabbit hole.
I press my hand against the base of his ass again, and he yelps.
D’Angelo chuckles. “You’re our pet, Shay. It seems that I will have to think up a mistress name for our Robyn.”
“I already have one,” Shay pants. “Mistress Kidnapper.”
I laugh. “People may get the wrong idea about that, if they don’t understand our fun role play.”
I stiffen, thinking of Blythe.
Shay hurriedly leans to kiss me. “Despite your delicious torture, love, I enjoy your style of kidnapping more than anything. I won’t allow anyone to stop me finding pleasure. Just because someone else uses ropes to take away our freedom, doesn’t mean that being bound by you gives me less freedom.”
I cup his cheek, drawing him into another kiss. “You’re fucking strong, you know that?”
Shay’s expression flickers with surprise and doubt. “My brother is. I’m just living in the present. And right now, I’m trying not to bloody come in my pants.”
It’s not surprising.
He does have a fluffy rabbit tail butt plug pressing against his prostate every time that he moves.
When D’Angelo had laid Shay on the bed, prepping and stretching him, before settling the butt plug into his ass with plenty of lube, I hadn’t been able to resist playing with it.
It’d just been so adorable.
I’d straddled Shay’s thighs, pushing the plug in and out, stroking over the soft fir.
Shay hid his reddening face in the pillow, clutching the sheets. “F-f-f-uck, love. I’m not allowed to…and you’re m-m-making me…”
“Hmm?” I said innocently, as if I didn’t know what he meant.
I did.
I continued to fuck him with the plug, making sure to hit his prostate.
He hit his head against the pillow, as sweat ran down the hollow of his back. “I’m going to?—”
“You’re not,” D’Angelo commanded, pulling on his dark Hatter outfit: a black, Gothic Victorian suit with a green waistcoat, along with a top hat that had a playing card pinned to it. He looked stunning. “You won’t come tonight, until we’re all together in the private room, using our Robyn.”
Using.
I knew that D’Angelo chose that word carefully. He was skilled at pushing our buttons with his words, as well as setting us on edge well before any scene.
I sped up my thrusts with the butt plug, fucking turned on.
Shay couldn’t help himself and thrust his hips against the bedding, even though it only made things worse.
I leaned over him. “Can’t I play with my bunny?”
“How about stroking my ears then?” He tilted his head with a pleading look, offering his white, leather ears.
When I let go of Shay’s tail, he groaned in relief.
I bent over him slowly, before feathering kisses down his right ear.
Then I pressed on his tail.
