Page 176 of Triple Pucked
Could Shay have said that any louder?
D’Angelo’s smile is triumphant like he’s just scored on the ice. “Come on then, let’s not keep Eden waiting any longer in the private room. He must have finished his preparations by now.”
I love that D’Angelo has made the effort tonight to show that both ropes and butt plugs can be toys that bring pleasure. He doesn’t want Blythe to have taken them away from us. I know that he’s planned this.
I fucking respect him for that.
I trust him.
“And are you going to tell me what they are?” I ask.
“Nope.” D’Angelo wraps his arm around my shoulder. “But just know that I have trained him on the equipment.” Then he throws mercilessly over his shoulder, “Keep up pet.”
D’Angelo swaggers far faster than he needs to toward the private rooms, which are behind the booths.
Shay mutters and grumbles as he stumbles after us.
I try not to laugh. “You’re cruel.”
“It’s my best feature. And that’s you’re cruel,Sir.”
D’Angelo drops his arm from my shoulders, before pushing aside a drape. It reveals a corridor that is lined with private rooms.
“Normally, the doors of private rooms are not allowed to be closed for safety reasons,” D’Angelo explains. “They must either remain open, which means that guests can invite others to join them, or they have a slot that opens. Then others can watch but not become involved. In our case, since I’m the owner, I am the only person (along with Fleet), who has the authority to keep the door locked. We’re both trusted enough, but the DMs still have the key, just in case anything goes wrong.”
“Don’t pretend that you’re not getting a thrill from breaking the rules, rebel.”
“That’s rebel?—”
“Sir…?”
When D’Angelo crisply smacks my ass, I flood with warmth.
“Again,” I moan.
“Is Alice meant to be a brat?”
“I don’t know, but this one is.”
D’Angelo turns me around by the shoulders, pushing me into Shay’s welcoming arms, while he yanks open the door.
Then he gestures me inside. “White Rabbit, lead your Alice into Wonderland.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Shay grabs my hand and pulls me into the room.
Then I gasp.
Eden is standing to the side of the room. He is surrounded by flickering candles that have been arranged in a heart shape on the floor. They must be rose scented because the air is filled with an intoxicating sweet scent.
The walls of the room are covered with spanking and play implements. Yet Eden has still managed to make it look romantic by stringing heart shaped decorations between them. Balloons that spell outWE LOVE YOU, OUR ROBYNbob at the back of the room behind something that looks like a leather swing.
How long has Eden been standing like that, waiting for me, despite his fractured rib and injuries?
My eyes smart.
I crunch across the floor that is a carpet of rose petals. “This looks beautiful. I am so happy that you’re here with us tonight.”
