Page 67 of Triple Pucked
Queen of Hearts forpunishment.
She was like a twisted version of D’Angelo, only he makes things pleasurable, which she only used to hurt me.
Often, I would be in a lecture, when my phone would vibrate with a message. When I would pull it out and see the Queen ofHearts emoji, my brain would freeze with panic. I wouldn’t hear the rest of the lecture; my head would be filled with nothing but white noise.
I’d stumble through the rest of the day on shut down.
The waiting was part of the punishment.
Then in the evening, I’d present myself to Blythe’s room and her discipline.
Some of the punishments were painful like forced orgasms or CBT but the worst were psychological like the time that she didn’t allow me to talk for the entire weekend I spent with her, despite me telling her how much it distressed me because of Eden not being able to talk until he was twelve.
She still took my voice.
Often, I didn’t even know what rule I had broken.
When Robyn told me about the Valentine’s card with the Queen of Hearts on the front, which was addressed tomy Knave,I paled with terror.
Why didn’t I tell Robyn that Blythe had already sent me a text with a heart emoji?
Because I don’t want Robyn to think that Iamafuck up?
To know everything that Blythe has done to me?What I have done at her command?
I trust Robyn and D’Angelo with my life. I owe Eden mine already.
Yet none of them have been broken into someone else’s plaything. They don’t know what it is like to have everything that makes you happy slowly broken inside you.
The bloody bitch is trying to do thatin public. If I can endure her humiliations in private, then I can hold onto my new life.
I’ve moved in with the people who I love. I have my dream career.
It’s bloody amazing.
I won’t allow my nightmare to destroy this dream.
Three minutes left…
I’m shaking with adrenaline, however, because what if D’Angelo discovers Blythe’s marks on me, before I can wash them off?
Will he dump me?
I deserve it.
I promised that I was his. I’m his sub. Am I betraying him?
When D’Angelo talked about collaring me, I’ve never craved something so much in my life.
It would mean knowing that someone wants me…loves me… enough to claim me.
My blood is rushing in my ears. Adrenaline pumps through me.
Was Blythe calling the house after Halloween a warning?
A promise?
A threat?
