Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Freedom Mansion
D’Angelo
I exchange a smirk with Eden.
Eden is still not talking, but his shoulders are relaxed. He is radiating an air of quiet, dangerous confidence. He is dressed in the same outfit as me: nothing but leather trousers and a tight leather harness that frames his powerful chest.
I gifted Eden the same harness as mine, after he’d ceremonially thrown out every whip.
Eden understands about needing to exorcise your demons.
I breathe in deeply the familiar, erotic scent of leather. It settles the slight shake in my hands.
This playroom is mine.
I won’t have the fact Heine tied me down here, making me feel powerless, steal my favorite room in my own house from me.
This is where I have come to destress and fall into domspace.
Together, Eden and I spent weeks cleaning and repainting this room to a midnight blue. The floor is black and rubber. There are no windows in this vast underground basement space.
Since the roof sparkles, as if with stars, it’s truly like we are flying in the heavens.
I am going to make sure that my subs fly to heaven as well.
Shay drops to subspace so fast that it won’t take much to float him there.
Large mirrors hang on the walls, along with LED light strips, which can be set to different colors to match the mood that I’m going for.
Today, I have set it to arctic blue.
The playroom feels like it is mine again.
Eden also methodically helped me to clean and list the equipment in the large wooden cabinet at the back of the room, as I trained him on each one.
Fleet once did the same for me. He was the best but strictest mentor.
It doesn’t matter that you’re born a natural dom like I was — like Eden was — Fleet drilled into me that you need to be taught Risk-Aware Consensual Kink.
Fleet believes that a dom should be thoroughly and safely trained on techniques and tools. He modeled that a dom should be assertive and not aggressive, holding responsibility to their sub, before, during, and after a scene.
My Guide with my partners is filled with our hard and soft limits, desires, and fantasies. We discuss and renegotiate our needs regularly.
I am going to take Robyn and Shay apart. But in a way that will make Robyn feel adored, reminding her of her place at the heart of our relationship.
And Shay…?
The funishment will make him feel fucking owned.
“Ready?” I arch my brow at Eden.
In response, Eden prowls to the door and swings it open.
Robyn and Shay excitedly rush into the room. They are holding hands, which is adorable and almost makes up for the fact that they have disobeyed me and are both still dressed.
Not a good start.
On the other hand, the best possible start.
They’ll learn.
And I’ll have fun teaching them.
“Wow, this looks brilliant. You’ve done an amazing job. Plus, those leather harnesses are bloody hot.” Shay is staring around himself hungrily at the bondage furniture, including the St. Andrew’s cross. “Hey, could you tie me to this, darlin’?”
He breaks away from Robyn to dramatically throw himself spread out against the St. Andrew’s Cross.
Does he truly think that I will respond well to someone trying to top from the bottom?
Shay does look tempting, however, especially as his hair is damp and he only has a towel wrapped around his middle.
Water trails down his pecs and shoulders.
How many times will I need to mark his tight ass with my cherry red handprints to remind him that towels aren’t merely for decoration?
He also looks far too comfortable.
Not for long.
I ignore Shay, which I know is punishment enough for him, instead asking Robyn, “Was it too difficult to remove that t-shirt?”
Robyn’s eyes widen, before she flushes. “I d-d-didn’t. I mean, I was distracted by the yummy strawberry jam and that second pastry and then by the yummy Shay in the shower.”
Shay dares to give a sunny smile like he doesn’t understand the trouble he’s in.
Typical Shay.
He sprawls out further. “Don’t blame our Robyn. Who wouldn’t become distracted when they see me all wet?”
Shay scrunches his nose, however, disgruntled when I continue to ignore him.
Instead, I turn to Robyn, crossing my arms.
She shivers.
I give her a cool look, which makes her hunch her shoulders. “So, you’ve already had your fun. Did you have his cock or his tongue?”
She hesitates. “Both.”
“How many times did you come?”
“Twice.”
Shay gives a cocky smile.
He has no idea that he’s digging his own grave.
My dark gaze slides to Eden, and I know that he understands me.
“Should I not allow you to come another time then?” I ask, casually. “Since you’ve already come twice this morning?”
What Shay and Robyn don’t know is that she is going to come two more times at least. It is Shay who will bear the consequence of their behavior.
And he’ll love it.
Robyn gapes at me in outrage. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“Please?”
“Begging already. You’ll have to wait and find out, principessa.”
Robyn’s pupils dilate, as I thought they would. The fear edged anticipation turns her on more than any promise could.
I glance at Eden, who stalks behind Robyn. He slides his hands to her shoulders, and she melts against him.
Then he edges his hands under her t-shirt, before pulling it over her head. I have a feeling that he’d love to rip it but doesn’t want to damage the material because it’s one of his kitten t-shirts.
He neatly folds the t-shirt and places it on top of the wooden cabinet.
I take a moment to look up and down Robyn’s beautiful curves.
She trembles, exposed and caught between Eden and me. But she doesn’t cover herself.
Good girl.
Eden presses on her shoulder, pushing her onto her knees on the soft rubber floor.
I turn sharply to Shay.
For the first time, panic skitters through his expression.
“Keep your hands above your head,” I order.
When I rip the towel off Shay, he yelps.
He yelps louder, when I wrap my hand around his balls. His eyes darken with desire, however, as much as with pain.
I grab him just as harshly by the hair, tugging him closer; I don’t relent my hold on his balls.
“If you’re wondering, cucciolo, whether you’re going to come, then let me make it clear.
Not a fucking chance, unless you manage it untouched.
My toys need to learn obedience. Also, that they’re here for my pleasure and not their own. Do you understand?”
I wait long enough for him to voice a concern.
Instead, as I expected, Shay’s raw, open gaze meets mine.
He has already almost dropped.
“Beast,” he pants.
I tighten my hold on Shay’s hair, giving a tight tug that makes Shay whine. “You like it when I’m cruel to you, beauty.”
Shay’s pupils are blown wide. “Then be cruel to me.”
Not a problem.
I drag him by his hair and balls like a misbehaving pet back to the center of the room, where Robyn is kneeling and watching Shay’s humiliation with far too much amusement.
She is nowhere near subspace. But that’s not what she needs.
She simply needs to feel loved and seen.
Shay’s cheeks are red and he’s breathing hard, when I finally release him.
“Kneel.” My expression is cold, but I still watch for any leftover stiffness from his injuries.
Shay kneels fluidly, however, dropping his hands to rest on his lap like I’ve taught him. He straightens his back and tilts up his chin with the pride that I expect from my subs.
Pleased, I smile. “Good pets.”
Both Robyn and Shay glow, kneeling even straighter.
Eden adjusts their positions, making sure that their backs are as straight as possible and that their knees are slightly apart.
Shay’s cock is already hard.
How hopeful of it.
When Eden is satisfied, he takes a step back.
I step forward, however, stroking both my pets’ heads, brushing Robyn’s hair away from her face.
Shay and Robyn, kneeling naked like this together, the man and woman who I love, are so fucking beautiful.
How did I get this lucky?
I gently run my hand over Shay’s bruised shoulder, before grabbing his arm and running it through several movements and rotations. “Does this hurt?”
“Do you want it to?”
My expression becomes frosty. “Let me inform you both of a new rule. As soon as you step into the playroom, you are to refer to Eden and me as Sir. Do you understand?”
Shay ducks his head. “Yes, Sir.”
“A second rule is that you will take off your clothes in the small antechamber outside the playroom. Pets don’t wear clothes now, do they?”
A blush spreads over both Robyn and Shay’s cheeks.
“No, Sir,” they both reply.
“Look at you, learning how to be good for me. I’m proud of you.” I drop Shay’s arm, after checking it for a final time. “A third rule is that I expect total honesty. You will have such honesty from me, as well as clear communication. Now, let us try this again. Does your arm hurt in bad way?”
Shay loves it when I hurt him in a good way.
I’m pleased that Shay pauses to think for a moment. Also, that he’s still able to think about something this important. By the time that I’m done with him, he won’t have a single thought in his pretty head apart from his owner’s name.
Or possibly the sensation of my cock carving a new reality into him, in which I own him inside and out.
Seeing him like this, kneeling for me, there is only one thing missing.
My collar around his neck.
“Only bruising,” Shay finally replies. “My hip too, Sir. But nothing that will—”
“In here I make the decisions,” I cut him off. “You have handed over your body to me. I decide what I do with it.”
He draws in a sharp breath. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Remember your safe words. If you can’t speak, then three taps with your hand means red. What are you now?”
“Green, Sir,” Shay replies firmly.
“Green, Sir.” Robyn looks more relaxed kneeling and waiting for what comes next, allowing me that trust, than she has for a week.
And it’s that, which flies me into the zone of domspace.
I throw my shoulders back. My smile becomes colder.
Yet I stroke my finger down Robyn’s face tenderly, tipping her chin back.