Chapter 29
Captain’s Hall, Freedom
Robyn
I study the Guide and grin, when I see that Shay’s circled, underlined, and starred in his enthusiasm his choice of kink to share with me tonight: orgasm control and edging.
“Controlling your orgasms or mine?” I check.
“Mine.” The tips of Shay’s ears redden.
I settle more comfortably on the bench. The sweet smells of fresh bread and pastries cocoon me in the low lit kitchen.
Eden’s sitting opposite me as still as a gorgeous gargoyle.
D’Angelo’s eyes light up. “Dangerous choice, when you’ve been such a brat. I’m looking forward to this, cucciolo. Your cock is mine tonight.”
“Ours,” I correct.
Shay shivers.
He likes that.
“First,” D’Angelo says, “it’s important that I understand what you love about this. How does it make you feel? Why does it bring you pleasure?”
Shay looks confused. “No one’s asked me that before.”
D’Angelo’s expression clouds.
He reaches to hold Shay firmly by the back of the neck. “They should have done. And I am. I want this to be a chance to prove that we’re not the same as Blythe or anyone else in your life who has used you without respecting your limits and boundaries, abusing your trust. Can you be my good boy and communicate with me like I need?”
Shay’s pupils dilate at the good boy. “Anything for you, darlin’.”
His gaze darts to me like he wants to be certain that I’m truly listening to this as well.
And I am.
We need this.
We’re not trapped in the dark of our pasts.
Even if people try to drag us back into the shadows, we can escape into the light of our present. We have each other and we’ll always support each other.
Only, sometimes physical touch and closeness work more than words to show that.
Shay needs touch and sensation, as much as his brother struggles with it.
The difference is that Shay won the bet and is in control of everything that’s happening tonight. He’s sharing something precious with us.
He has the power here; he’s not the powerless one, bound and sobbing.
If he sobs, then it’ll be with pleasure.
“I want to understand,” I say, quietly. “Because I’m going to run my fingers and tongue all over your body, until you’re begging to come, and I want to know what that’s going to do to you.”
“Fuck.” Shay’s hips buck at my words alone, and I give a smug smile. “Do you want me to come already by your voice alone, love?”
Yes…
D’Angelo tightens his hold on Shay’s neck to the point of pain, but that only makes him buck his hips again. “Coming is a privilege. One that I’ll take away if you don’t behave.”
Shay’s eyes become even glassier, as his chest heaves. “Yes, Sir.”
D’Angelo and I exchange a glance.
Shay truly does love this.
“Speak to me,” D’Angelo says, more gently. “And all of you, remember your safe words.”
Shay licks his plush lips. “I love that my pleasure is in someone else’s hands; that I’ve given up that much control to someone who I trust. Being teased and then denied, over and over…it’s intense. Then when I finally come, it’s like this tidal wave hits. But the best thing is having someone say that I can come and knowing that I can’t, unless I have their permission.”
I stare at him.
I get it now, and hell, the way that he explains it, I want to try that sometime too. I’ve played around with it in small ways but never to the degree that he’s describing.
It sounds incredible.
“Who do you want to have the power? To give you the permission?” D’Angelo asks.
Shay’s gaze becomes unexpectedly shy but darts between D’Angelo and me. “I’m both your pets. Robyn and you are my world — my everything. My cock’s at your mercy. You’re my gods.”
My breath hitches.
D’Angelo’s shoulders straighten like Shay’s belief in him has given him strength.
I stand up, desperate suddenly to be closer to all my men.
I’m going to ruin Shay in the best way.
It’s intoxicating to be handed power like this but know that it’s going to bring your lover pleasure.
Shay’s gaze darkens with desire, as I prowl toward him. “Fuck, love, you look like a deadly tiger prowling toward its prey…”
I flick my damp, red hair over my shoulder. “I’m actually a squirrel. Be afraid.”
Eden’s lips twitch like I’ve almost got him to smile, which is as precious to me as anything that’s happened tonight.
It always is.
Shay waves excitedly at his brother. “Come on, you know where the ropes are.”
“Ropes…? You want to be tied and teased?” I reach Shay, and D’Angelo shoves him roughly into my arms.
Shay nearly overbalances but catches himself by looping his arms around my neck. “Hey, love.”
His lips brush mine.
I can feel our combined, fast heartbeats and the warmth of our bare skin, as we’re pressed together.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Eden stand to the far end of the long table, which is suspiciously empty of food and plates.
Huh, I should have noticed that. Clearly I won’t be getting my sexy detective badge yet.
Eden ducks down and lifts a length of scarlet, silk rope that must be tied to the table leg.
Instantly, I can imagine what it will look like bound around Shay’s ice white wrists. Heat rushes through me.
This is definitely a treat for me…as well as D’Angelo who looks like he’s ready to devour us.
“Prepared, huh?” I quirk my brow.
“Like a Boy Scout.” Holding the rope like that, Eden couldn’t look less like a Scout. “There are ropes tied to the table legs on the other side for his legs.”
“At least if I’m in bondage, you won’t have to punish me for moving around, fidgeting, or breaking shit,” Shay says with a grin. “I did have time to set this up, since you had the longest shower with Mr. Started the Night Without Us…”
I knew that would bite D’Angelo in the ass.
“Careful,” D’Angelo growls. “I hold your orgasm in my hands.”
Shay scrunches up his nose. “That sounds messy.”
I tug Shay toward the table, and D’Angelo stalks after us.
I trace my hand over Shay’s wrist as I drag him. I imagine the way that the silk will caress his skin, while it holds him in place.
I can’t wait.
“Don’t I get something soft to lie on?” Shay complains. “Dee, weren’t you going to put a tablecloth down?”
Eden is stony-faced. “I’m not spoiling a tablecloth. Lie down.”
Shay opens his mouth, shocked that his brother isn’t backing him up, before he tugs out of my hold and lies on his back dramatically on the table.
He looks like a sacrifice with his hands above his head.
“Hell, you’re edible,” I murmur.
He’s more of a feast than the food that’s laid out next to him.
When Shay’s gaze meets mine, his expression softens.
He lays his head down. “Come eat then.”
D’Angelo strides past me. “If you insist.”
He swaggers around the table, taking the rope from Eden.
I watch mesmerized at the way that D’Angelo pulls Shay’s wrists together, massaging over them for a moment like he can’t resist, before looping the rope around them. Then he weaves a pattern around them that’s beautiful.
The ropework is like art.
Eden is studying D’Angelo intently as he works.
He’s as fascinated as I am.
Does D’Angelo know more complex ropework than this? I’d love him to do such beautiful, loving bondage on me sometime.
D’Angelo glances up at me and catches my flushed cheeks. His expression becomes thoughtful like he’s trying to work out whether it’s because I’m turned on by seeing Shay having his hands tied, or whether it’s because I’m wishing that it was me being bound, stretched out, and powerless, in Shay’s position.
Actually, it’s both.
“Fetch scissors from the kitchen,” D’Angelo directs Eden, “and put them in reach, in case we need to cut him out quickly.”
Eden nods and moves around the table toward the cabinets.
D’Angelo finishes his work, slipping his finger underneath the silk to check that it’s not too tight and won’t bruise. Then he ducks his head and his curls fall forward, as he kisses Shay quickly.
“Okay, cucciolo?” He says far more gently than I normally hear him speak to Shay.
It’s intimate on a whole new level.
It’s not sexual or even romantic.
It’s caring.
“Better than I’ve been in a long time,” Shay replies.
Why do I think he’s not only talking about how he’s feeling right now?
“Good.” D’Angelo rests his strong hand over Shay’s hand. “And soon, Robyn and I will make you feel even better than that. Of course, before then, I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
“Looking forward to it, darlin’.” Shay arches up, as if begging for D’Angelo or me to pay attention to his dick that’s already hard against his stomach.
“Lie flat,” D’Angelo commands, sternly.
Then he edges around the table.
“What now?” I ask.
D’Angelo cups my cheek; his thumb traces my lips. “Now we show our pet that we control his pleasure. Also, that he can trust us to keep him safe, even when he’s at his most helpless.”
“I could watch you tie up people all day. It’s breathtaking. Can I help?”
D’Angelo shoots me a cocky grin. “Come on.”
He ducks down. Then he snatches Shay’s ankle, as if Shay’s no more than a doll, and yanks it closer to the table leg.
Shay lets out a grunt that transforms into a moan, when he feels the silk rope looping around his ankle and binding it in place with intricate knots.
D’Angelo weaves the knots as elegantly as he plays the piano.
“Pass me the rope from the far side,” he instructs.
I grab the rope that’s bound to the table leg on the opposite side.
“Spread your legs as far as they will go.” D’Angelo taps Shay’s inner thigh.
Shay wiggles his hips on the edge of the cold table, spreading his legs. This must be a stress position to be bound on his back on the table but pulled taut like this.
I’m impressed that he’s able to hold it.
He looks like a bound god.
Yet he thinks that I’m his goddess.
Shay’s wrists are bound together with his palms held together, as if in prayer. Yet D’Angelo pulls his legs wide apart, until his thigh muscles quiver.
Good for access.
“Wider.” D’Angelo taps Shay’s thigh harder, and Shay obeys with difficulty.
At last, D’Angelo ties Shay’s final ankle in place, checking that the rope isn’t too tight.
Eden places the scissors down on the table with a thump.
Shay’s panting now.
His muscles look impossibly strained. He’s laid taut across the table.
D’Angelo stands, smoothing his hand along Shay’s trembling thigh. “Will you be able to maintain this position?”
Shay’s already sweating. “It’s difficult, but I’m green. Also, I’m grateful for the hockey warmups that have made me this flexible.”
“So am I.” I smirk, leaning over to trace my finger down his crack, delighting at his shocked intake of breath.
I let out a surprised breath myself, when D’Angelo twirls me and kisses me deeply.
His dick is hard against me.
I realize that this is the first time that we’ve been like this together — naked at the same time.
Normally, D’Angelo is dressed in a suit or pajamas.
He tries to keep one layer or barrier between us, which allows him to hide how affected he is.
This time, however, we’re equally stripped and vulnerable.
None of us can hide and we don’t want to.
“Time to tease our pet.” D’Angelo pulls me between Shay’s spread legs.
Before I can reach to touch Shay again, however, Eden’s arm loops around my waist from behind and splays across my hip.
“And time for me to tease you.” Eden kisses down my neck.
D’Angelo arches his brow. “Color?”
“Green,” I moan, as Eden strokes down toward my clit but stops short just above, tapping teasingly.
This is what I needed, Eden’s touch as well.
My gaze is hazy, as D’Angelo leans over Shay to tweak at his nipples, thumbing over them, until they’re rosy and peaked.
Shay attempts to twist away, his breathing labored, but he’s tied so tightly that he can’t escape from D’Angelo’s tormenting touch.
Then D’Angelo kisses down Shay’s neck at the same time that Eden kisses mine.
My legs feel weak. I balance with one hand against the table, while I wrap the other around Shay’s cock.
Shay whines. “Bloody hell…”
There’s enough pre-cum already that I don’t worry about lube. I twist around the sensitive head of Shay’s cock, before I start pumping him firmly.
He’s trying to buck his hips, as his legs jerk against his bonds, but he can’t move.
D’Angelo growls, biting Shay’s neck in retaliation. “Lie still. Take it.”
Shay stills, but his breaths are labored.
His eyes flutter closed.
Eden kisses my neck in earnest, sweeping my hair to the side. I can feel his hard dick nudging at my ass.
“He’s not begging yet,” Eden urges. “Work harder.”
Shay’s eyes snap opened, outraged. “Bastard.”
D’Angelo’s eyes flash. “Someone clearly wants to be punished.”
Shay looks panicked. “Sorry, sorry, I meant…traitor.”
I chuckle and I’m certain that I hear Eden hiding his own laugh against my neck.
D’Angelo’s look is dangerous, however, as he stalks to his feet next to me. As punishment, while I continue to stroke Shay’s cock, D’Angelo fondles his balls. The dual assault makes Shay flush with pleasure.
It’s the type of punishment that Shay deserves every day.
His nipples are dusky rose where D’Angelo has pinched them.
Tied down like this beneath me, I can see Shay’s nuances of expressions.
In the throes of denied ecstasy, he’s devastatingly handsome.
How have I lived without him in my life?
Without this?
“I’m close…” Shay gasps. “Please…”
“He’s begging,” Eden points out.
“Please what?” D’Angelo draws his finger below Shay’s balls to his taint, pressing hard.
“Please let me come.”
D’Angelo and I nod at each other, before removing our hands from Shay at exactly the same moment.
Shay wails, as his orgasm is denied.
His dick twitches like it’s trying to come but can’t.
“Did you really think that we’d let you come already?” D’Angelo drawls.
Eden edges his finger down to my clit circling it, and my heart speeds up. Pleasure is winding through me.
Seeing Shay’s desperation to come, D’Angelo’s dominance, and feeling Eden’s hands on me, I’m as close to coming as Shay is.
D’Angelo draws his finger up and down Shay’s cock in maddeningly light touches that make Shay whimper. “Your cock is mine. You’re mine. And you’ll never, ever, come by anybody’s hand but ours again.”
“Y-y-yours,” Shay whispers, tears of frustration in his eyes, but still struggling to speak. His gaze slides between D’Angelo and me. “Both of yours. Forever.”
I almost come on the spot.
“Good boy.” D’Angelo twirls his finger around the head of Shay’s cock at the same time as Eden dips his finger into my pussy.
Shay and I both jump.
“Please, I need…I can’t.” Shay throws his head side to side. “I need—”
“Is this about what you need?” D’Angelo says coolly, removing his hands completely from Shay’s cock. “Or about what I decide to give you?”
Shay sobs in desperation, but I can see how his pupils are dilated.
He’s fucking turned on, but then, so am I.
Shay’s muscles are tense and straining. Sweat slides down his chest.
“W-what you…y-y-you…” He can’t seem to go on, gasping.
“Color?” D’Angelo asks.
“Green. But f-f-fuck, I n-n-need…please, it’s too m-m-much…I’m going to come…”
“You’re not, until I give you permission.” D’Angelo straightens, before leaning over Shay and pressing their bodies together in a way that makes Shay shudder. Then he pushes Shay’s sweaty hair out of his eyes gently, searching out his gaze as he kisses him. “Because you want to please us. You want to be our good pet, don’t you?”
Shay nods, dazed.
Finally, D’Angelo smiles, before he glances around at me.
I can’t hold back the moan at the way that Eden’s thick finger is working in and out of my pussy in the perfect way, while he sucks at my neck.
D’Angelo looks amused. “Are you two distracted? Boring you, are we?”
Eden arches his brow. “We should tease them at the same time.”
D’Angelo tilts his head. “Good plan.”
He glances down at Shay’s painfully hard dick. A tear runs down Shay’s cheek, and D’Angelo licks it away.
Fuck, that’s hot.
D’Angelo stands and steps to the side.
My gaze meets Shay’s for a fleeting moment, before Eden is pushing me at the waist. Suddenly, I realize what Eden’s plan is, as he bends me over the table.
I’m seriously on board.
Eden eases his fingers out of my pussy. I hear the rip of a condom, then I feel his cock nudging at my pussy, teasing back and forth.
I struggle not to squirm, as in turn, I grip Shay’s cock at the base and begin to lick up and down it.
Shay makes a choked sound.
All the muscles in his body tense.
He’s not going to be able to last long.
But then, I’m not going to either.
I slide Shay’s cock into my mouth, suckling the head.
“Fuck, f-f-fuck, please, please, please.” Shay’s chanting please now in his desperation. “I need…”
Eden thrusts into me in one long steady thrust. His confidence to do this in front of other men impresses me.
Yet he pushes into me like we’re the only two people in the world.
This can’t be easy for him, but he still has the courage to join in.
I encourage him by pushing back to meet his thrusts, and he speeds up.
It’s mind-blowing being caught between these twins.
When I raise off Shay’s dick to stave off his orgasm yet again, I notice that D’Angelo is stroking himself.
Now, that doesn’t feel fair.
I raise my hand and wave it in his direction in encouragement.
D’Angelo edges closer to me, and I grasp his large, velvety shaft, loving the feel of him in my palm.
I float then in the sensation between these three men, fucked by one, sucking another, and jerking a third off.
Yet I’m the one that connects the three men. I feel worshiped by them…loved.
Ecstasy is winding through me. I can’t hold it back, even if Shay has astounding levels of self-control.
I don’t.
My orgasm hits me like a tsunami
It’s unexpected and mind-blowing.
I shudder, clawing my fingers into Shay’s hips. I hurriedly pull off Shay, panting and gasping.
“Come, cucciolo.” D’Angelo’s voice is strained.
Shay’s reaction is immediate.
He howls as he convulses. Unable to move much in his bonds, he still struggles. He comes more powerfully than I’ve seen a guy come before, longer too.
It looks intense enough to be walking the line between pleasure and pain.
Finally, he slumps in his ropes. His chest is rising and falling.
D’Angelo moves his hand to join mine around his own cock now, directing it first to run over my lips and then toward Shay’s balls. “I’m going to mark you now.”
See? He may share us but D’Angelo’s possessive.
“You all please me.” D’Angelo’s voice is shaking. “You’re perfect. So fucking good for me.”
When he comes, pearly liquid sprays across Shay’s balls, catching my chin and mouth at the same time, marking us both.
Shay gives me a sated, contented smile like he couldn’t be happier.
“Robyn…” Eden’s hips stutter.
Then he’s coming as well, stroking his hand up and down my spine.
It’s overwhelming, when I’m already oversensitive and feeling so many emotions.
Incredible.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Tonight, none of us have held back.
I understand why Shay wanted to share this with me. I’m honored that he did.
Plus, when can I be the one tied to the table and teased?
I kiss Shay’s hip, as Eden eases out of me. “You were amazing, Shay. I loved that.”
“You did?” It looks like it’s difficult for Shay to speak but he’s beaming.
“I did.” I wrinkle up my nose. “But I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up. Then we can have something to eat and drink from this midnight feast that Eden made and we can cuddle up in the lounge, before we go to sleep.”
“I’ll give you a quick massage,” D’Angelo offers, “to make sure that your muscles don’t ache too much tomorrow. I can also run you a hot bath before bed. Let’s get you untied.”
Eden moves to drop the condom in the trash.
All of a sudden, the tinny sound of The Strokes’ “You Only Live Once”, rings through the kitchen.
I kiss Shay’s stomach. “If this is your post sex music, it hasn’t got quite the right vibe.”
“It’s my phone.” Shay is suddenly more alert.
His concern, which is dragging him out of subspace, pulls at my heartstrings, when he’s still in such a vulnerable position.
“I’ll answer it.” D’Angelo pats him on the hip, reassuringly. “Where is it?”
“On the counter I think.”
“I’m here.” Eden walks back to duck beside Shay’s head, taking his bound hands between his. “Would you like me to put that tablecloth over you now like a blanket?”
Shay laughs. “So, now I’m allowed it…?”
I lean over and kiss him. “Anything you want.”
“Only you.”
D’Angelo snatches Shay’s phone off the counter and answers it. “Shay’s phone. He’s a little tied up right now, so if you could leave a message…”
Shay laughs, and I slam my hand over his mouth.
I turn to glare at D’Angelo, only to pale, when I realize how still he’s become.
He’s looking horrified.
“Coach, why are you calling so late?” D’Angelo croaks.
It’s Dad…?
Shit, shit, shit.
Instinctively, I cross my hands over my pussy.
I know that Dad can’t see me through the phone but I have the weird feeling that he’ll somehow know that he’s talking to a naked D’Angelo, while Eden and I are equally naked, and Shay is covered in cum and bound to the kitchen table.
Can you ban parents from calling you during sexy times?
“Why is he calling my brother so late?” Eden demands.
His expression is hard and protective.
I want to know that as well.
Dad has truly been on Shay’s case this week, but after his last game, he should have eased off.
I rest my hand protectively on Shay’s chest.
D’Angelo arches his brow at me, and I shake my head.
The last thing that I want to do right now is talk to Dad, especially in the happy afterglow of one of the best orgasms of my life.
I want to go into the lounge, snuggle under a blanket with Shay, and be fed a blueberry muffin by Eden.
D’Angelo’s expression clouds. “So, you rang round each of us, until one of us answered because you’re trying to get hold of your daughter…? Well, she’s not answering your messages because she’s asleep. In bed. She does need to do that occasionally. None of us can respond to you at all hours of the night and day. So, I’m tired and am going to…”
He winces like he’s being yelled at.
It was a valiant effort. But what if this is important?
I sigh, holding out my hand for the phone.
D’Angelo stalks over and hands it to me.
I hold the phone up to my ear. “Hey, Dad.”
“Sleeping Beauty awakes,” Dad growls. “That was fast.”
“I have three Prince Charmings to do the waking. What’s the problem? Why do we need to talk at this hour?”
“I wanted to talk earlier, but you didn’t reply to my messages.”
“We were celebrating.” I shift from foot to foot, as unease swirls in my stomach. “It’s been a tough couple of weeks, and I needed a break from being glued to my phone.”
“You’re PR Director,” Dad barks. “You need to know how much the story has blown up about that Melanie interview and then the victory in the game. From tomorrow, you’ve got to be on top of it. It’s going crazy.”
Suddenly alert, I nod. “I promise that I will. It is good press, right?”
“You should know that there’s damn well no such thing.” Dad sounds weary. “You’ll be going on your first road trip with the Bay Rebels in a week. I need you to be prepared before that happens about the danger of this bullshit intense press interest.”
“What’s he saying?” D’Angelo mouths.
“Road trip,” I whisper.
D’Angelo blinks, as confused as I am.
In a hockey season, you play some games at home and some away on road trips.
Why is that dangerous?
I’ve been looking forward to it.
Yet I can’t help glancing between these three men who I love: the twins, who’ve carved out new places for themselves in my heart, and D’Angelo, who simply possesses my heart.
I’ll do whatever it takes to protect them.
“I don’t understand, Dad.” My knuckles whiten around my phone. “Why are the away games going to be a problem? Plus, why couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow?”
There’s a long silence, and I don’t think that he’ll answer.
Then he replies, “If I left it until tomorrow, when I’ve come down from the high of watching that damn interview and game on repeat, then I know myself. I’d find reasons not to tell you this, and I need to. I’ve had a lot of time to think in the last few months. Hell, the truth is that you and those assholes who I know are listening, tied up or otherwise, have made me think about things. The way that I took out my anger on the ice ruined your childhood and that’s having consequences even now.”
“It is.” I keep my voice steady. “To Cody as well.”
“I screwed up after your mom’s death. I hold my hands up to that. I barely remember that first year. It was a haze. I know that I didn’t treat Cody right. Sometimes, I still don’t. It’s hard to see him as a man and not the boy who I raised. The problem right now is that I never thought there’d be this much press and social media scrutiny, as well as wild speculation, focused on the team or I wouldn’t have dragged you back into this. But then, you’re the one who was meant to be stopping scandals, remember?”
My eyes burn with tears. “I’m sorry. I tried.”
“I’m not scolding you.” Dad’s voice hardens. “I’m explaining. After this last incident, all of our pasts will be looked into. Simply because Melanie is locked up, doesn’t mean that the press or anyone else will leave us alone. And this road trip…hell, the shit is going to hit the fan. I can’t protect you. Every dark family secret will be exposed.”
I become ashen.
Terror grips me.
D”Angelo sweeps toward me, wrapping me in his arms. “We’re here with you, principessa. Whatever it is, we’ve got you.”
We’ve survived this opening to the season.
We’ve defeated Melanie.
And we’ve conquered the demons from our pasts.
Now, together we need to face this pucking road trip.
Want to know what happens to Robyn and her men on the hockey road trip?