Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Freedom Mansion
Shay
I squirm around on the armchair, uncomfortably aware of the sensation of my naked arse on the velvet. It only makes my cock grow harder in the cool air.
“Isn’t this a little bloody unfair?” I protest, even if a certain part of my body strains to show its disagreement.
Traitor.
“No.” D’Angelo leans over me, tying my left wrist up to my elbow in black silk rope to the chair with complex knots that I don’t recognize.
The dark rope looks stark against my pale skin.
He’s careful that it’s not biting or bruising, however, even though it is pulled tight.
Eden ignores me entirely, as he kneels in front of my right wrist and ties me even more firmly with the same type of complicated series of knots.
I won’t be getting out of that any time soon.
A set of shears lies to the side, in case they need to cut me out quickly for my safety.
I arch my brow, grudgingly impressed with my brother’s skill.
But then, D’Angelo is a brilliant mentor to me as a captain. I should have known that he would be just as epic a mentor to Eden as a dom.
My arse had better watch out.
I hope Robyn is taking note because she’s the one in true danger, or maybe not, by the way her eyes are glittering as she watches me from the bed.
She is sprawled like the goddess that she is amidst the rumpled silver silk sheets of the four-poster bed in the center of the room. She never looks away from me.
She is gloriously naked but unlike me, she isn’t tied. She traces lazy touches over her breasts.
I don’t think that it’s unfair I can’t touch myself.
I do think that it’s bloody unfair I can’t touch Robyn.
She slowly — deliberately — spreads her legs wide.
I bite back a moan.
I try (unsuccessfully by the way that Robyn’s lips quirk), to look unaffected by the sight of her glistening cunt.
I’d give everything I own right now to be close enough to lick up her pussy and taste her.
I test my bonds.
Eden pulls them tighter in response.
D’Angelo grabs my ankle and starts to tie it to the leg of the chair.
I blush at how I am on display as much as Robyn is. Except, I know that bondage is not being used on me like it normally is because it brings me to higher levels of pleasure.
This time, it’s meant for punishment.
One that I deserve.
D’Angelo dragged this armchair to the base of the bed, before stripping me and pushing me down into it, after we arrived back from the game against the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Eden and Shay are still both dressed in their pinstriped game suits with smart waistcoats and official Bay Rebels ties.
Our bedroom at Freedom Mansion is only illuminated by the blanket of stars through the skylight. Somehow, open to the sky like this, it feels like we’re still outside.
It’s probably why Eden loves it so much.
I glance over my shoulder at the painted squirrel, which is peeping out of a hole on the mural of the tree; she appears to be mocking me with how much freedom she has. “Oi, you can stop looking at me like that. I don’t know how I get myself in these positions either.”
“No squirrel abuse.” Eden flicks me on the nose.
“And do I have to go over how precisely you got yourself in this position?” D’Angelo demands sternly.
“Ehm,” I turn to look at him, slumping into the chair as much as I can in the restraints, “no need to bother yourself.”
“It’s no bother.” D’Angelo’s smile is like a wolf baring its teeth before it tears out a sheep’s throat.
I’m definitely the sacrificial sheep.
When I swallow, D’Angelo’s gaze instantly zeros in on the movement, hungrily.
“But we won,” I defend. “We were bloody brilliant.”
Eden only ties my remaining free ankle to the chair.
“I scored the most goals,” I try again, hopefully. “Coach actually praised me. He said that I’d been focused throughout the match. Fleet told me that he was proud of me.”
“I’m proud of you too, cucciolo.” D’Angelo crouches over me, checking that the ropes aren’t too tight with a deep concentration.
“I couldn’t have asked more of you or anyone else on the team.
Now we only have two more games to win. Then we’ll have clinched a playoff spot, you won’t be traded, and Wilder won’t return to fuck up our lives. ”
Robyn’s eyes are half-hooded.
She drops her hand lazily between her legs like she’s showing off that she can. She finds her clit with a gasp, never breaking eye contact with me. She bites her lip, working herself in fast, circular motions.
She’s sweating. Her hair is damp against her neck.
Eden stands. His pupils dilate, as he studies Robyn.
“Then why can’t I…?” I try to arch off the chair but I am held down too expertly.
D’Angelo looks smug as he stands up. “Touch our Robyn? Touch any of us? Do more than sit there by yourself and watch the rest of us spend an earth-shattering night of pleasure together, celebrating our win?”
“Yes, yes, and fucking yes,” I hiss.
D’Angelo steps back, wiping his hands together. “Punishment. Did you think that I’d forget? I don’t break my promises.”
“Fuck, darlin’.” I blow out a breath.
Robyn has never stopped touching herself. Her chest is rising and falling.
I can tell that watching me, helpless and bound, is pushing her toward coming faster. She always did like her role play of being Madam Kidnapper.
Now, she truly has caught me.
But then, I have been at her mercy from the moment that I met her.
“You didn’t trust us enough to work with us,” D’Angelo explains.
“You treated us like we were invisible.” Eden’s hurt lances through me.
“So, tonight we’re returning the favor. Just use your safewords if you need them.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is raspy.
I drop my gaze, unable to look at Robyn any longer.
My eyes burn.
“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” D’Angelo presses.
“I’m sorry—”
“I know you are. This isn’t about you needing to say that again. It’s about consequences for breaking rules. It’s about keeping you safe, especially from yourself.” D’Angelo’s voice is sharper than I’m expecting.
My head jerks up.
He’s standing close to me, looking down like he’s willing me to understand something that is just outside my reach.
“We’re not angry,” Eden adds.
“But I need you to feel tonight.” D’Angelo’s gaze burns into me. “Sit there and experience this.”
In the quiet of the room, Robyn’s gasps and moans, as she writhes in the bed, are loud. They pulse through my blood.
They are all I can hear.
I strain against the ropes, breathing hard.
“You’re not going anywhere.” D’Angelo’s voice is like silk over steel.
He leans over me but never quite touching. It’s maddening. I crave to at least feel the brush of his suit jacket or his silky curls.
“Please, darlin’,” I whisper.
“Just think…” D’Angelo runs his finger a breath away from the head of my straining cock, and I jerk. “…what it would feel like if I could touch you tonight…if it was your fingers bringing Robyn to a writhing orgasm, rather than her own.”
I groan. “She could come over here and…”
Robyn shakes her head, splaying her legs even wider to give me a better view of her fingers that are now dipping in and out of her soaked pussy.
“I am in control,” D’Angelo says in an icy voice. “Only me. You know why you have to learn this lesson?”
“Because you’re a sadist?”
Robyn chuckles.
D’Angelo blinks, before his eyes blaze with a look that promises retribution.
Uh-oh.
“I am when it comes to pretty brats like you, cucciolo.” He smirks. “But I am doing this to make sure you learn that you don’t hurt yourself through overexercise, provoking fights on the ice, or by following the orders of another dom. If you want to be hurt, then you come to me.”
That shouldn’t be comforting. Except, it is.
Then he lowers his voice, before he says with quiet intensity, “You don’t damage my precious property.”
My precious property.
The words hit me deep in my soul.
Precious.
His property.
I forget how to breathe.
Eden looks startled. “Color?”
“G-g-green,” I manage to stutter.
D’Angelo takes a step back. “Don’t look away from Robyn. No matter what. Keep your eyes on the woman who you could have been fucking tonight if you hadn’t broken the rule.”
“Bloody hell.” I can’t help struggling, even though I know that I can’t possibly break free.
Also, I know that I don’t want to.
Eden prowls to the bed, crawling to join Robyn.
My eyes widen, as he leans to kiss her.
“Phoenix,” she breathes, never stopping touching herself.
And then she comes.
Fast and powerful and hard enough that her back arches off the bed. Her feet kick out.
Then Eden wraps his arms around her, pulling her onto her side to spoon him. He kisses her neck.
Sated, Robyn loops her arms around his neck. Quietly, they whisper to each other, gentle and intimate.
Suddenly, I feel more alone than I did before.
I never knew that something as simple as being tied to a chair could be painful.
My eyes mist with tears.
I can’t do this.
I thought that I could. After all, my brother has a lifetime of being the shadow twin. I should be able to handle it for one night.
Yet after the game and the high stress of not knowing if at any moment Blythe would reveal everything about me, despite D’Angelo claiming that she was bluffing, I am a wreck of nerves. And I need more closeness to my lovers and brother than normal.
I need to call yellow.
I shouldn’t, right?
Except, D’Angelo told me that even though this is a punishment, I still can. He’s not the same as Blythe. He’ll be more disappointed in me if I don’t safe word.
I don’t want to give him reason to think that I don’t trust him again.
I can’t break anything else between us.
Yet the moment that I open my mouth, he appears to understand my need, and drops his hand to settle on my knee.
That simple touch is enough to drop me back from yellow to green.
“Okay?” D’Angelo checks.
I hesitate for a moment, but now that he’s touching me, massaging in soothing motions, I am.
“We’re all be in the same room,” D’Angelo says. “It’s rather the point of this. As is the fact that I don’t need to be touching you, for you to feel me.” He pinches me hard, and I yelp. “You should be always able to feel me.”
He’s right. And I do.
I don’t need a collar to feel the reassuring sensation of his ownership around my neck.
Now, I have the tingling ache of a bruise forming where he pinched me. It’ll be like he’s touching me, even when he stops.
“Thanks,” I say like he’s just kissed me.
D’Angelo smiles. “We’re in this together. Forever.”
“And not a day less.” I smile back.
Then his expression becomes stern again. He turns away, ignoring me as he swaggers to the bed. He throws himself onto it, indolently on the other side of Robyn.
Then he drags the pack of playing cards out of his pocket and fans them out.
“Pick one,” he offers.
That hurts.
I am the highest scorer and should be the one to choose. But I’m invisible in this room now.
Robyn turns to him, excitedly. “I hope that it’s role play. I want to play the sexy kidnappers with the wealthy but ignored captive prince.”
I knew that she’d been fantasizing about something like that.
My dick twitches in hope that she does get role play, even though it will suck for me.
Robyn taps a card.
D’Angelo turns it over with a flourish. “Ace of spades. Mystery.”
“What does that mean?” Eden asks.
D’Angelo grips Robyn by the chin, pulling her into a lingering kiss.
I grit my teeth in frustration.
Then D’Angelo glances over his shoulder at me. “It means that we’re going to fuck all night on this bed. We’ll make Robyn come at least five times more in ways that she hasn’t even fantasized. And your brother will only be allowed to watch silently from that chair.”
I turn my agonized gaze to Eden, pleadingly.
Eden tilts his head, considering me, before he nods. “Fair.”
Whatever happened to the Circle of Twins?
Tormented (but in the best way that I would never admit to D’Angelo isn’t punishment now that I can feel his touch on me in the bruise marking my leg), I watch Eden and D’Angelo working together to lay our Robyn down between them.
When they stroke her skin, and she moans, I moan too.
I am so hard that it hurts.
I clench and unclench my hands.
I feel both too hot and yet chilled.
Eden slides his fingers up and down Robyn’s oversensitive pussy, before rhythmically pressing into her, and her back bows. At the same time, D’Angelo pins her to the bed, trailing kisses down from her jaw to her throat.
I need to kiss her…touch...fuck her.
Tears of frustration chase down my cheeks.
I kick my ankles out but can’t break free, desperate to join them on the bed, as D’Angelo cups Robyn’s breast, caressing it with a slow exploration that is drawing breathy exclamations from her and is driving me wild.
Yet somehow, the ropes mean protection.
Their touches are a performance for me.
This whole night is proof of our love.
Bay Rebels won. I did well enough to be praised by bloody coach.
My emotions are mixed up by that.
I’m smiling through my tears, and when I catch D’Angelo’s eyes, as he raises his head from sucking on Robyn’s nipple, he gives me a understanding smile back.
Yet he doesn’t untie me. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t let me into the bed.
Instead, he calmly draws Robyn into a deep kiss.
Somehow, that makes me feel more settled than I ever have before. Because I earned the consequence tonight, and D’Angelo is holding me to it.
Perhaps, I did finally find his line.
Yet he hasn’t beaten or degraded me. He’s used tonight to show me that even when we’re apart, we’re together.
Plus, if I’m honest about how much I am enjoying this and watching Robyn falling apart in a shuddering, writhing mess between two doms, then maybe I no longer need to fear being punished.
In fact, as I suck in sharp, frustrated breaths, and Robyn wails out as waves of pleasure crash over her for the second time already tonight, maybe I’ll even be bad more often.