Page 93 of Triple Pucked
“Do you remember the fantasy that you wrote for our fantasy lists in the Guide, cara mia, of beingtriple puckedby three hockey players?” I push the coat from Shay’s shoulders, before dragging him up to stand next to me.
The air whooshes from Robyn.
She clenches her hands. “Fuck, yeah. It was months ago. I thought that you’d forgotten about it.”
“I never forget anything about you. Remember at any time you can use your safe words — green, yellow, and red — and ifyou can’t talk or use our hand signals, then wiggle your right foot three times forred.Repeat that back to me.”
“Use my safe words or wiggle my right foot three times. But why won’t I be able to talk or use hand signals?”
My expression becomes devilish. “You’ll find out. You’re the one who has been fantasizing about beingravishedby hockey players. Tell me, principessa, what filthy thoughts have been running through your head while you were watching me do my warmup exercises on the ice at college?” I don’t admit that was actually one of my fantasies, which I would jerk off to back in the dorms. “In our first games, were you watching the three of us with a wet little pussy, dreaming that we would jump off the ice and fuck you over a bench, right there in front of the arena crowds? Rip off your clothes and claim you as ours, while the audience cheered and the press took photographs?”
“Shit,” Robyn groans
Her cheeks redden.
Eden slides his finger along Robyn’s glistening pussy, as if to prove just how much she did want that, then curls his finger into her.
Robyn whimpers, grabbing onto Eden’s arm to stop her knees from buckling.
“And you,” I fix Shay with an intense look, “tonight you’re going to be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you to in order to bring our Robyn pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay replies.
My gaze flicks to the hockey bag.
Eden nods, working his finger in and out of Robyn a couple more times as her breathing speeds up, before he draws back from her.
Then he turns to the discarded hockey bag.
Shay watches in confusion, as Eden opens a zip on my bag.
Eden pulls out three freshly laundered jerseys that I packed in the hope that we would win.
Eden and I really did plan this.
Eden stands and throws a jersey to me and then another to his brother.
Shay’s face creases with concern. “Are you okay with this, bro? I don’t want us to do anything that triggers you.”
Eden nods. “D’Angelo let me choose the fantasy from the list. It was my idea.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure.”
This will be the first time that Eden will have put on an ice hockey jersey since his injury ended his career.
He will never be able to skate again.
I knew that it would be too difficult for him to talk out loud about this. So, I discussed this scene with him over email, which is the communication that he finds easiest.
Whether it’s about work or play, he can write things down with less stress than he can say anything out loud. I make an effort to offer as much in written form as I can, then give him some time to process it.
After some back and forth, Eden and I decided that if we replaced his tragic last association of his jersey with something pleasurable and filled with love, then being a hockey player again would be healing, rather than traumatic.
“The safe words go for you as well.” I fix Eden with a firm stare. “Tell us if anything becomes too much for you.”
“I will.” Eden slips the jersey over his head determinedly.
