Page 55 of Triple Pucked
Shay
Blindfoldedand shrouded in the dark should remind me of death. But why does it make me feel more alive than ever before in my life?
All those dead roses in wreathes like my lovers and I were already dead and being mourned, tumbling out in burial mounds outside the mansion’s gates…
I shake my head, balling my fists.
Was it a message?
A reminder?
A threat?
My heart beats hard in my chest. I’m more aware of every breath that I pull in, the tingling of my naked skin, and the sound of my bare feet on the floorboards.
By taking away one sense, everything else becomes more intense.
My cock is already at half-mast.
Yet I am focused more on feeling where the man is behind me, who is leading me on this date in the dark through our new home.
My darlin’ Sir.
“Don’t stop.” D’Angelo’s voice is startlingly close to my ear. I jump. My lips curl into a thrilled smile. “Walk forward. Five paces. You don’t need to think about anything but my voice. Focus on me. Trust me. Obey.”
I steady myself, sinking into the command and the sensation of this moment alone.
No dead roses, Blythe, or the threat of being sent away.
I know that’s why D’Angelo is doing this.
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t hesitate.
I take five steps forward.
I do trust D’Angelo with my fucking heart, body, and life.
More than I probably should.
He bloody owns me.
“Good boy.” D’Angelo rewards me with the whisper of a touch down my naked back, stopping just above the curve of my arse.
I shiver.
It’s Monday evening, and D’Angelo has been as brilliant as always.
Instead of becoming angry (as I deserved him to), after my out of control behavior all day, he led me aside after dinner and told me that we were going to spend the evening together.
He wanted tospoil me, before our first game tomorrow against the Detroit Red Wings.
Who spoils me? I spoil everybody else.
The game is going to be tough, despite D’Angelo rallying the entire team and staff behind the next six games.
I’m bewildered at how many messages I have been sent in support. Even Lucas and Grayson sent me texts today and they normally act like they’re still partying in their frat house.
It makes me warm inside that they care what happens to me. Maybe it’s because I’m the top scorer. Maybe it’s because they truly see me as part of their team, and I never had that at college.
