Chapter 22 #2
I arch my brow. “I’m the welcome home committee. I told you that we were going to celebrate. Congratulations, you played like legends. I’m proud.”
After almost a day of not talking, it’s a struggle to get out the words. But Shay has earned them.
Shay beams. “Thanks, Dee.”
D’Angelo swaggers into the foyer behind Robyn, carrying the suitcases and hockey bags. He is dressed in a sharp, pinstriped suit, pretending to look put upon but not pulling it off.
He appears more relaxed than he has in weeks.
He tosses down the bags into a corner, before slamming shut the door.
Robyn breaks away from Shay to rush to me. She leans down to kiss me, before dropping into my lap.
She catches sight of the open Guide.
Before I can stop her, she leans over and reads out, “Ten things I need…romance…to be seen…love? You have it, my Phoenix.”
“I know.”
“We’ll talk about these in the way that works for you, okay?
We need to be sure to never push your limits.
I’ll do everything I can to make you feel as safe as you make me feel.
I take care of everyone in this family. I do trust you.
We’ll work on these together.” Robyn eyes the rope that is coiled at my feet with surprise.
“A welcome committee with rope. Either you’re a mafioso or a serial killer. ”
“What about a kidnapper?” I wrap my arm around her waist, and her breath stutters. “You’ve earned a fantasy reward. You’re now my captive.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
What type of captive snuggles their kidnapper?
I need to teach Robyn some life survival skills.
Shouldn’t she be running so that I can chase her? I was looking forward to some primal play.
Instead, she looks like she’s delighted to be exactly where she is — in my lap.
This isn’t going how I’d planned.
D’Angelo catches my eye, appearing amused. “It’s better to just go with it, Eden. Your captive looks too comfortable where she is. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome.”
Shay wanders to the panties and suspenders, bending over to pick them up.
He holds them in front of his eyes with an appreciative glance. “I’m not surprised, when this kidnapper also has such sexy lingerie.” He winks at Robyn, who squirms on my knee, blushing. “What a perfect gift for us to enjoy putting on our Robyn. You shouldn’t have.”
D’Angelo smirks. “It’s not for our Robyn. It’s for you, pet.”
Shay drops the lingerie like he’s been burned. “You really shouldn’t have.”
D’Angelo gives a shark smile.
It’s my brother who should run now. But he appears frozen to the spot like true prey in the face of a predator.
“What’s wrong?” D’Angelo’s voice becomes sultry.
“Haven’t you admired Robyn’s panties often enough?
Don’t you know how hot you will look, my pretty girl, with your sweet ass in those panties?
How incredible that silky material will feel on your long legs?
” He prowls closer, grabbing Shay by the hair.
Shay’s breath hitches, as D’Angelo viciously tugs, baring the line of Shay’s neck at a painful angle.
“I’m imagining fucking your pussy, framed by such pretty lingerie.
Don’t you want to be my good girl this morning? ”
Shay blushes, managing a small nod.
I know that gender play is something that turns Shay on, but he has only danced around the edges of it. He has wanted to try this with D’Angelo; they have been negotiating about it for months.
By how blown Shay’s pupils are, he’s already close to dropping into subspace.
He’s desperate for this.
D’Angelo still demands, “Words.”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay pants.
“Safe word.”
“I’m green. Bloody green.”
Robyn is watching them with wide eyes.
D’Angelo lets Shay go with a mocking stroke over his hair. “Then undress for me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Shay trips over his own joggers, as he forgets that he needs to take off his sneakers first in his haste.
Robyn laughs.
I look away, as my brother scrambles out of his clothes faster than most people would think was possible (but he has had a lot of practice), turning my gaze to Robyn instead. “I expect my captives to obey. Are you green?”
Robyn’s breath stutters. “Green. But what if I don’t obey…?”
My lips twitch.
There is my perfect brat.
I force myself to look stern, gripping Robyn’s chin and forcing her to meet my steely gaze. “Then I won’t ever release you.”
Robyn is inked on my skin.
In my heart, she is the only woman I have felt as bonded to as I do with my twin.
I believed that love wasn’t real before I met her.
I never felt attraction to anyone.
I didn’t understand why someone would risk making themselves vulnerable. Look what happened to Shay when he did.
But I am vulnerable for her — my Robyn.
“What if I don’t want you to?” Robyn is breathing fast, resting her hands on my shoulders.
Are we still roleplaying or does she mean that?
I can’t take the intensity of her expression anymore.
I push her off my lap and onto her feet. “Then strip.”
I don’t look away from her. She flushes.
Slowly, she pulls her dress over her head.
I rest my forearms on my knees, never taking my gaze from her.
But then, it is my turn for my breath to hitch, as Robyn reveals — agonizingly slowly — that she isn’t wearing panties or a bra.
Robyn smirks, throwing her dress onto the stairs, raising a challenging eyebrow. “We won the game. I dressed appropriately this morning.”
“Someone was eager for their reward.” D’Angelo rests his hand on both our naked subs’ shoulders.
Dressed in his suit next to them, he truly does look like a mafia don.
“We’re eager, darlin’.” Shay glances down significantly at his proudly hard cock.
D’Angelo bites back his smile, instead tightening his hold on Shay’s shoulder.
I can tell the moment that D’Angelo’s expression becomes darker, and he slips into the roleplay.
D’Angelo arches his brow at me. “Well done on your job kidnapping these two enemy mafia princesses. They’re beautiful. Why don’t we marry them and unite our rival families?”
I nod.
Shay’s cock twitches at being called a mafia princess. Then again on the marry.
He is falling deep now.
D’Angelo kisses Robyn and then Shay on the back of the neck, reassuring them even in the middle of the roleplay. They both melt against him.
“I bet this little virgin,” D’Angelo shakes Shay roughly, “will open her legs for me.”
Shay moans. His eyelashes flutter.
D’Angelo drops his hand from Shay’s shoulder to reach around and stroke over Shay’s swollen cock.
“Yeah, darlin’, only for you,” Shay murmurs.
D’Angelo’s eyes darken with desire at Shay’s declaration. His hand speeds up on Shay’s cock.
“Will you be my good girl?” He growls.
“For you, Sir. I’d be anything.”
My heart aches because I know that’s true.
D’Angelo kisses the top of Shay’s head gently in reward, before he releases his cock.
Shay whines in frustration.
D’Angelo turns his attention to Robyn, pushing her thighs apart and then teasing her pussy. “And this one? She’ll make a beautiful wife. I can’t wait to walk down the aisle and see how gorgeous she looks dressed in white.”
Does D’Angelo notice the way that Shay’s shoulders slump? How his eyes are glistening?
Does D’Angelo not realize that he’s just treated my brother like the fucktoy, while treasuring Robyn as wife material?
I know this isn’t real but somehow, I know that it feels too real to Shay.
Is Shay wishing that he could be walking Robyn down the aisle? Or that he wishes D’Angelo could be calling him wife?
To my surprise, Robyn doesn’t play along.
Instead, she breaks away from D’Angelo and throws herself back onto my knee. “I’m not marrying anyone. You made a mistake and took the queenpin. Lucky for you that you’re so handsome. I won’t kill you. I’ll keep you all as my harem. But you’d better prove that you’re worth my while.”
D’Angelo stares at her in shock. “You’re dangerous, huh?”
Robyn gives him a look as if to say test me.
Maybe she wants him to wrestle her.
Then my eyes gleam. I do have rope.
I can tame dangerous queenpins.
D’Angelo quirks his brow at me. “Would you mind doing the honors?”
“Hey, what?” Robyn’s breathing speeds up, as she glances between D’Angelo and me. “What are you plotting?”
I pick the silk rope off the floor and then grab her hands, pulling them in front of her chest. “Taming you.”
I push her off my knee and firmly onto her back on the cold marble in front of me. She stares up at me in shock. Now, I have access to the bottom of her wrists.
It is the perfect position.
I loop the soft rope around Robyn’s wrists just as D’Angelo has taught me. I concentrate on knotting the rope into a safe but inescapable two-column tie.
I like how the red silk looks against her skin.
Pretty.
I’d love to see her whole body bound in it.
She pretends to struggle, but her nipples are peaked, and she is grinning.
I watch as D’Angelo bends to select the suspenders.
“Stand still and let me dress you, doll.” D’Angelo slowly draws the suspenders up Shay’s legs.
Shay’s hands are fluttering at his sides. He is fighting so hard to be good and obey.
He always does.
I drag Robyn by her bound hands back onto my knee, this time facing away from me with her back against my chest.
I hold complete control over her like this.
“Good girl.” I massage her shoulders.
Naked, being held on my knee with my arm around her waist, while her own wrists are bound, Robyn appears to realize it. She relaxes, giving up struggling.
Instead, she turns to offer her lips up for a kiss. “I love you, my Phoenix.”
I accept the offer of her lips, gratefully.
Robyn is just as passionate as I am, sucking on my lower lip and entwining our tongues like there is nowhere that she would rather be than sitting on my lap.
Finally, when I can hardly breathe, she breaks away.
Our gazes meet.
I could die in her eyes.
“Watch,” I command.
Robyn turns her head back to see that D’Angelo has now fully dressed Shay in his fantasy outfit of gray suspenders and panties.
Shay’s eyes are hazy. His expression is soft.