Page 80 of Triple Pucked
My mouth dries, as I study the plush spanking bench, wooden set of stocks, pillory, cages, and a St. Andrew’s Cross.
I’m shaking at the thought of being bound to any of that equipment, helpless, in front of an audience.
D’Angelo follows the direction of my gaze. He gives me a knowing look like he knows exactly how much my traitorous cock is leaking in interest at that idea.
The scent of leather is making me dizzy with desire.
Robyn twirls around with wide eyes. “Fuck.”
“Demanding.” D’Angelo’s lips quirk. “Are you certain that you’re not the dom? Later maybe. Right now, we’re meeting The Kinks, remember?”
“Can we try out the equipment too?” I wave eagerly at the spanking bench. “Hmm, I’m starting to think that you have a kink for cages, darlin’.”
“How else would I lock up naughty pups?” D’Angelo deadpans.
The tips of my ears redden. “Pets prefer strokes.”
“Also, this isn’t a theme park. No touching anything, until you’ve been given the official tour and also been trained on the equipment. You haven’t passed the official membership interview yet, you know.”
I stumble.
Anxiety swirls in my stomach.
Why do I want to belong here as easily as D’Angelo does like this is where he was always meant to be — as at home as he is at the rink?
My expression steels. “Tell me how to pass, and I’ll do it. Do I need to study? Pass some kind of test? I’ve got this.”
I need to be part of this side of D’Angelo’s life. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t let Robyn and him down by being kicked out.
They’re both from here. Robyn is an elite of this small town, a daughter of a wealthy ice hockey legend.
She’ll fit into this world without needing to say a word.
But who am I to belong in a VIP club? I’m some poor kid from England. This is my first season in the NHL, and I’m fucking it up.
If this is where my two lovers are going to be spending their time, however, then I’ll work as hard as I need to in order to be allowed into this exclusive world with them.
I need this to the depths of my soul.
“To think that I was worried this place would be overwhelming for you.” D’Angelo chuckles.
Robyn and I exchange a grin.
I wind my arm around her shoulder. I am intoxicated by this place and the mischief in her beautiful green eyes.
When I kiss her, she moans.
D’Angelo shouldn’t underestimate the power of two subs.
I deepen the kiss, chasing the delicious taste of my Robyn, while enjoying the soft feel of her against my hard body.
Then I pull back. “Ready to get top marks on this interview, love?”
“You’re the smart astrophysicist. I’ll be happy with a passing grade.”
“Well, this is a surprise,” a gravelly voice says behind me.
Robyn and I spin around.
