Pucking Obsessed (Bay Rebels #4)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

1001 Fantasies, Freedom

D ’Angelo

“This isn’t a Halloween costume shop,” Robyn whispers. She clutches onto my sleeve, as if for safety. Her cheeks are adorably flushed. “This is a fetish shop. You tricked me.”

“Did I, cara mia?” I love the way that Robyn is pressing against me. I can feel her heat through her thin, cotton dress. For the first time in my life, I wish that I didn’t always wear suits and was more of a nudist like Shay. Then I could be even closer to my principessa. “I told you that I was taking you to buy costumes for the Halloween event. I don’t believe that I said the precise type of boutique.”

The morning sun is masked by the thick, black drapes that hang over the windows.

1001 Fantasies is exclusive, decadent, and Gothic.

It’s a small boutique on the outskirts of town that only the BDSM community know about. It’s also one of my businesses.

The owner, Everett, came to me with the idea, and I funded it.

For years, I’ve earned millions.

Yet I’ve been alone without a family.

I’ve had no one to spoil or spend my money on.

Instead, I’ve supported my BDSM community, who have supported me in more ways than I can repay. I’ve helped to fund and moderate their helpline and been open to hearing their business plans.

I also own a number of properties in Freedom that subs can live in rent free, when they’re between doms.

It struck me early on that subs could be stuck in abusive or difficult situations because they had nowhere to live between relationships.

Most subs aren’t into the twenty-four seven lifestyle. For those who do have this type of relationship in their doms’ homes, however, they often give up a level of independence.

Some stop working.

The sub houses that I set up simply mean that no sub in Freedom will need to stay in a relationship longer than they’re comfortable with because they have no money or roof over their head, if they choose to leave.

Each year, I also offer one full scholarship to a sub in financial difficulties.

Until Shay, I didn’t have a sub who was exclusively mine .

It mended something in my shattered soul to support the subs around me. It didn’t stop the loneliness or my ache for family.

Only Shay and Robyn have managed that.

They’re my fucking salvation.

Robyn stares wide-eyed at the velvet walls, cases of satin masks, and classical paintings of leashed angels crawling at the feet of demon masters.

Her blush deepens, but her tongue swipes out to wet her lips.

She’s fucking turned on.

But then, my dick hardened the moment that we stepped into the store. The scent of leather from the costumes is drugging just like from my favorite equestrian shops.

I itch to run my fingers along the coiled bull whips that are presented along the back wall like dangerous snakes.

The scent and sights in Everett’s shop are effortlessly pushing me into dom headspace.

Finally, Robyn lets go of the safety of my sleeve.

I grimace, attempting to smooth out the creases.

“At least it’s empty in here.” Robyn traces her fingers over the costumes that are hanging on the rack: French maid, sexy witch, and werewolves.

“What a coincidence.”

Robyn glances over her shoulder at me. “You arranged this.”

“I know the owner. Everett is a great guy. He agreed to close the business for us. We have an hour to browse and choose something that beats a single pair of flashing horns.”

My stomach twists at the memory of my first college Halloween.

It’s bittersweet.

I was excited to be at the party with Robyn. I was secretly in love with her, fucking pining. I was her best friend and I couldn’t disappoint her by not turning up.

Yet I couldn’t afford to buy anything to wear. I could hardly afford to buy a hot meal each day.

So, I bought a cheap, plastic pair of horns and went naked.

I became a campus legend.

I lost my sense of shame a long time ago. I do have a sense of pride, however, that I can afford an entire store of costumes now.

I can choose the best outfits for myself and my lovers in Virginia.

Nobody handed me this life. I didn’t inherit it.

I worked hard for it.

I survived.

“Hey.” Robyn catches my hand between hers, stilling it. I realize that I’ve been tapping the shelf compulsively in rhythms of three. How long have I been out of it? “Are you okay?”

I force myself to smile. “I’m thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

Robyn’s expression softens. “We’re lucky to have each other.”

When she moves to stroke my arm, however, I flinch.

It surprises even me.

Robyn freezes.

She looks at me, startled. “D’Angelo, you’ve been off from the moment that you drove me here. Is it about that Vega woman?”

My lips thin. “Garcia is investigating Vega’s background now. It appears that she has a Bay Rebels season ticket. She can watch the arena from her window and take photographs of players arriving and leaving from her house; you can see the photographs of me on her social media. Is she an extreme fan or a stalker? I don’t know.”

Except, I’ve been feeling like shit, since before I found out about Vega.

Unsettled.

Empty.

Plus, I have far worse Halloween memories than the one from college that Robyn knows about.

I didn’t think that it was still affecting me.

But then, with that asshole Heine reappearing, I should have expected it.

He tries to steal my strength.

My control.

My consent.

Without meaning to, I flinch again.

Robyn’s expression tightens. “Come on, we’re going home. Costumes can wait.”

I hurriedly turn to her. “I’m sorry.”

“You never have to apologize for being triggered.”

“Stop.” I grasp Robyn’s hand, before she can march out of the store in a beautiful display of protectiveness. “I am not going to give Shay the ammunition that I’m not only scared of horror movies but also Halloween costumes. I’ll never live it down.”

Robyn chuckles. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure that Shay will dine out on the story of my fear of Freddy Kreuger masks for at least the next month? Yes I am.”

Robyn twists back to me, before dragging a bright clown costume, which is splattered with blood, from the rack. “What about a killer clown? Shay would love this one.”

I pull a face. “Don’t encourage our little horror fanatic.”

“He doesn’t need any encouragement.”

True.

Well, unless it’s with deepthroating.

Then Shay needs a lot of encouragement as I train him, mostly tugs on his hair and strokes on his bulging throat, while his eyes water.

Shay looks at his prettiest, when he cries for me.

Afterward, he’ll need petting and good boys , when he manages it.

You must reward effort, after all.

Robyn lets the killer clown costume drop, which is a relief.

Then she looks down. “Halloween is hard for me too. I don’t talk about it to anyone but Cody, but Mom died on Halloween.”

I suck in a sharp breath, tugging Robyn closer, until her head rests on my chest. “I wish that I’d known. If you want to get out of going to this party…”

Robyn shakes her head. “Dad will make a fuss, and things are already difficult. It’s good though to finally have someone that I feel close enough to talk about this with. I tried to with Wilder, but he just shut me down. He told me that I was being morbid . It’s not morbid to remember someone you’ve lost, right?”

I tighten my hold on Robyn. “How about you label everything that jerk said to you as bullshit?”

Robyn nods. “When your mom dies, when you’re still a kid, you never really know her. I mean, I have these fragments of memories. But she’s never been a fully rounded person to me, outside being a mom. A saint. Recently, finding out that she had flaws and a life before me, actually made her feel more real. I’m weirdly grateful for that.”

“I don’t think that I ever knew my mom,” I say, quietly. It’s strange that in the narrow aisle between ranks of kinky outfits, I feel safe to finally talk about a wound that’s still raw. “Now, I remember how loved she made me feel, wrapping me up in woolen scarves because she constantly worried about me being cold, cooking my favorite meal every Monday, and giving me dinosaur stickers as a reward if I scored full marks on spelling tests. Yet she went along with everything Dad did to me. She didn’t want me the moment that I kissed a boy. She says that I’m dead to her. But actually, she’s dead to me . The mom who I remember doing all those things died a long time ago.”

I blink the tears from my eyes.

I didn’t mean to say all that.

1001 Fantasies is silent.

It’s intimate and smells of an intense leather and intoxicating, musky perfume.

It’s decorated with masks, corsets, and whips.

I feel at home here and free to be myself.

Robyn meets my gaze. “Then we grieve both our moms on Halloween. We also have a new family now. This is our second chance to move on together. How about we choose the most decadent, sexy outfits that we can get away with? It’ll make a statement to the boring board members that they haven’t broken us. Then we enjoy the hell out of the party.”

Happiness surges through me.

I grin. “Who’s become the wicked puck bunny now? PR Director, I thought that I wasn’t meant to be the devil any longer?”

Robyn leans up and kisses me.

It’s more tender than I’m expecting.

I close my eyes, allowing Robyn to lead for the briefest of moments.

I indulge myself by running my hand along Robyn’s gorgeous ass and then up, along her back. Finally, I bury my fingers in her hair, tightening hard enough to make her gasp.

I take over the kiss, thrusting my tongue deeper.

Robyn surrenders.

I hold her hard in place, kissing her passionately.

I walk Robyn backward past a huge case of masks: owl, bunny, and black lace masquerade.

I don’t break the kiss, until her back is pressed against a display of my favorite leather costumes.

Everette told me that he’d put some special things out here just for me. Not only is his background in costume design and theater, but he has a serious leather kink.

He has an instinctive understanding of both the theatrical and the kinky.

It’s a talent.

He also knows the style that I love for fetish balls and events. He’s always been a good boy like that.

My cock fully hardens at the memory of being encased in leather or rarely, PVC.

I growl into the kiss, barely able to restrain myself.

I can’t wait until I can take my two new pets to those events. I’ll be proud to show them off.

I’d be even prouder to lead them behind me on leashes…

When I bite Robyn’s plush lip, she moans.

I force myself to draw back, licking over her kiss swollen lower lip. Her eyes look glassy. When she sways, I catch her by the elbow.

She’s already dropping.

Not yet.

I turn Robyn by the shoulders in a move that’s so fast, she catches her breath.

“How about Eden and I go to the party as vampire kings?” I point at the astounding all leather suit that’s hanging in front of us.

I know instantly that the vampire outfits have been designed with me in mind.

They’re black, dominant, and Gothic.

The leather shirt is skintight with hundreds of buckles like bondage. The thick, sweeping coat has a high, turned up collar.

It skirts the line of what I can get away with at coach’s party.

At a fetish event, I’d have subs falling to their knees the moment that I walked into the room.

My lips quirk in satisfaction.

A molded, crimson mask completes the outfit. It ends just before the curve of my mouth.

I’d look like a vampire general who is about to go to war.

Robyn’s breathing picks up. Her pupils dilate.

“I don’t know how we’ll get to the party, if you wear this.” She reaches out and traces over the stiff, black gloves, longingly. “You’ll look like something that’s stepped out of my dream. Shay will literally have a heart attack, when he sees you in this.”

I arch my brow. “ Literally? I didn’t know that my hotness could be weaponized.”

Robyn narrows her eyes. “Yep, you did. The vampire who enthralls him is one of Shay’s top role play fantasies.”

“Then why don’t we make it come true for him, minus the heart attack?” I swagger to the costumes, which are hanging next to the vampire ones. “Do you want to serve Eden and me as a vampire’s pet? He did say a thrall, right?”

I point at the silk, crimson dresses, leather trousers, and shirts. Ribbon is looped around the wooden hangers to make play collars.

My chest tightens at the sight of them.

Shay would look spectacular in one.

It’s too early to offer him a permanent collar.

But hell, I crave to.

I want Shay to kneel in front of me, while I open a box and watch his face transform with joy, as he sees the gorgeous collar that I’ll have custom made just for him with my name etched on it.

I want to place my hands around his pale neck and do up that collar.

He’ll never take it off again.

Yet I can’t do that because it would expose Shay’s dynamic to the world, before he’s ready. The press would pry into his private life in ways that aren’t fair to him.

How can I find a symbolic way to offer the same commitment and meaning?

But still, for one night I’ll be able to see my collar around Shay’s neck.

These costumes are for subs who love to play at being a vampire’s pet.

Robyn’s eyes light up. “I love it, Sir.”

My eyes darken. “Shouldn’t that be, my king ?”

“Bite me, Dracula.” Robyn laughs.

She wants to be like that, does she?

This vampire can play.

When I stalk toward Robyn, she struggles to hold her ground.

It’s hard to look stern, when all I want to do is return her smile.

Joy is racing through my veins. It’s mixed with an excitement that I never thought I’d feel again for a Halloween event.

This is a new start for us all.

Robyn is helping make it one.

We’re going to make this the best Halloween together, starting today.

“Kind of you to offer me your blood.” I snatch Robyn by the arm.

Her eyes widen, and she squeaks adorably, as I drag her after me down the aisle.

She must have thought that she was safe to brat because we were in public.

Foolish.

We have the use of 1001 Fantasies for another half an hour, and I have somewhere that will give us the privacy we need.

I pull Robyn into a small, fitting room at the back of the store, shutting us into the close space by pulling the drapes across.

We’re enclosed in the darkness, as it should be.

I’m not Shay. I haven’t bathed in the sun for over a decade.

Sometimes, I feel like Robyn deserves someone good-natured like Shay alone who hasn’t lost his positive outlook on life.

I’m not a golden retriever.

I am like the cold undead.

I’m too possessive of Robyn to willingly give her up now that I’ve found her.

Instead, I’ll hold onto both Shay and her. I’ll let their light shine onto me.

I’ll do everything that I can for the rest of my life to protect them both with my own darkness.

I know that Eden does the same.

Robyn’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, as I push her against the cubicle wall.

I grab her wrists and drag them above her head. I pin her against the wall. Our bodies are pressed against each other.

I can see multiple versions of her reflected in the mirrors.

It’s electric.

Sparks ignite between us.

“ Bite me , huh?” I turn my head, teasing Robyn by grazing my teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck.

I want one final check in.

Robyn squirms but she doesn’t struggle to free herself.

I haven’t had sex in a fitting room before.

I like this.

“I am yours,” Robyn agrees, playing her role. “Feed on me.”

I raise my blazing gaze to meet Robyn’s. “I thirst for you, principessa. I’ve spent centuries alone. But as your blood sings to me, I know that I’d wander for centuries more for the chance to spend forever in your arms. You’re my fucking addiction.”

This is only roleplay.

Only, it’s not.

We both know that.

When Robyn smiles, I’m overwhelmed.

It’s incredible to be able to watch her in the mirror like this.

Unable to take the flood of emotions, I turn my mouth back to the base of her throat, where it meets her shoulder.

Then I bite.

Robyn howls.

I let go of her wrists and hurriedly slam my palm over her mouth. “Watch yourself in the mirrors. Don’t look away.”

I sink my teeth into her skin but not far enough to draw blood. I don’t have the right antiseptic sprays here for true blood play.

When I draw back, there’s still a satisfying claiming mark that I suck on, simulating drawing blood.

I lift my hand from Robyn’s mouth. She’s moaning now and humping her hips.

I kiss all the way up her neck to her jaw.

“ Shh .” I kiss Robyn. “Keep silent. What if there’s someone on the other side of those drapes?”

Instinctively, Robyn’s gaze darts to the drapes.

When I edge up her dress and push down her panties, sliding my fingers over her clit and then into her folds, however, I can feel how wet the thought makes her.

Excellent.

Robyn loops her arms around my neck. Despite the fact that I’m now pumping my fingers tormentingly in and out of her pussy, she’s biting her lip, desperately trying to stay quiet.

Her gaze jumps between the drapes and me.

“That’s it, thrall.” I reward Robyn by circling her clit, and she bites back a moan. “Keep quiet, or the entire vampire court outside will hear how eager my thrall is for her king’s cock. Do you want that? For them to know how hungry your pussy is? How wet?”

I pull my fingers away, licking them clean.

I love Robyn’s taste but I love more the way Robyn’s cheeks heat at my move.

“I d-d-on’t k-know, my king,” she whispers.

Honest.

I smirk. “With their keen senses, they can probably already smell how ready you are for me to breed you. Then they can hear the fast thudding of your heart. They’re probably half rabid with blood lust, wishing that you were their thrall…hoping that I’ll pull aside this drape and allow the entire court to at least watch…”

I tease the fabric with my fingers like I’m toying with the idea.

Robyn gasps but it’s with flushed excitement.

“But I won’t.” I drop my hand to fluidly undo my suit trousers and pull out my cock. Then I take a condom out of my pocket (around my lovers, I’m always prepared), and sheath myself. “Because I’m possessive of my pets.”

Then I thrust into Robyn, urging her legs to wrap around my waist.

She feels so wet and warm.

Fucking perfect.

She spasms around me, and the added sensation is enough to make me grunt in pleasure.

I grab Robyn around the waist, hoisting her even higher, before I slam her against the wall.

I rut into her, hard, deep, and fast almost with supernatural strength.

She wanted to fuck a vampire. I’m giving her the most thrilling experience that I can.

It’s rarely this wild between us.

It’s bliss.

When Robyn clings to me in the small space, it’s as if she’s offering up her soul, as well as her body.

There’s nothing but the sound of our two bodies slapping together, and our puffs of breath, gusted against each other’s throats.

When I speed up, she can’t hold back any longer and keens. “Jude…”

“Cara mia.” I latch my teeth back over my bite mark, laving it with my tongue. “Come.”

Robyn does, clawing at my shoulders and convulsing like I truly am killing her.

It’s the most beautiful sight in the world, especially as I know that it was my command and not my cock that made her come.

I keep fucking her, never letting her go.

I’m never letting my Robyn go.

I thrust one final time more deeply into her, as a primal drive takes over.

I growl, before I come.

The pleasure is blinding.

I rest my forehead against Robyn’s, as we both come down from the high.

Robyn is panting. “We really gave your vampire court a show.”

I chuckle, moving back from Robyn to carefully take off the condom without risking my suit and deposit it in the bin at the back of the fitting room. Everette must be used to finding condoms in it.

I tuck my cock safely away.

“You were perfect. The truth, however, is that I told everyone to fuck off because I’m a possessive, psychopathic vampire, rather than the type that sparkles. I don’t allow anyone to hear how sexy you sound when you scream my name.”

Jude.

If I could only hear Robyn say one word to me for the rest of my life, it would be that.

When Robyn drags up her panties and pulls down her dress, she overbalances.

She squawks, tumbling over into me in the small space.

I catch her by the shoulders, righting her.

Robyn gives me a sheepish smile. “Well, Dracula, now that you’ve had your snack, shall we call your friend and tell them what we’ve chosen? Vampires are definitely one of my 1001 fantasies. We’ve road tested the hell out of it.”

Robyn checks herself in the mirror, pulling a face at her smudged make up and pushing her hair behind her ears.

I drag back the drapes with a flourish.

Then I stare down in horror at the large, black box, however, which is blocking my way. “Shit.”

“What’s…?” Robyn glances over my shoulder and then pales. “I thought that we were alone in here? D’Angelo, I will kick your ass, if we just gave a real performance to someone in this store.”

“If it was Everett, then we’ll have made his lifetime.” My cheeks redden, however, as I crouch to study the box.

The top of the shiny box, which is wrapped in ribbons, is crushed like someone has stamped on it.

What the hell is this about?

“Everett?” I call.

No answer.

Confused, I flip open the lid.

Then I yank my hands away as fast as I can.

Inside is a Lucifer outfit.

In Gothic black leather with a horned mask, it’s a gorgeous fallen angel, complete with ash gray wings, fiery whip, and forked tail.

I may hurl.

Because I’ve worn this precise costume before, and the person who delivered it was just on the other side of the drapes, listening to everything that I just did…intimate, loving, and private…with Robyn.

On the top of the costume rests a note with the single, hand-written order: For my prince of devils, wear this XXX

The color drains from my face. “I know who the stalker is.”