Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
On the RACK, Freedom
Robyn
“The club looks incredible.” I stare around myself in amazement. “We really have fallen down the rabbit hole.”
On the RACK has been transformed into a dark, Gothic Wonderland. The walls glow with grinning Cheshire Cats. Giant playing cards are laid out to be used as both tables and spanking benches. Equally large chess pieces separate the bar, dance floor, and crimson booths.
Toadstools hang from the low ceiling between the chandeliers.
I scrunch my nose at the strong scent of leather.
Servers who are naked apart from collars and thongs weave between guests, carrying silver trays of non-alcoholic sparkling cocktails in glasses shaped like spiraled unicorn horns.
“Do you know how hard you are making it for me not to banter right now?” D’Angelo’s lips quirk. “But this is Valentine’s Day, and I am trying to be romantic.”
“Since you have brought us to the twisted Alice in Wonderland event, I’m sure that you’re actually trying to be kinky.”
“When aren’t I? And that’s trying to be kinky, Sir. This is an official event. I’m Master Fire and Ice here.”
I roll my eyes but I instinctively reach up to touch the soft leather collar that D’Angelo earlier clasped around my throat. I didn’t miss the yearning in Shay’s eyes when he kneeled to have his collar put on.
I need to have a conversation with D’Angelo about that soon.
Shay looks amazing in a collar.
There are day collars that people wear, which can still keep this side of our relationship discrete. I feel that we’re all married.
Staring at Shay now, it hits me hard enough to almost make me double over that I want to collar Shay.
He belongs to both D’Angelo and me in a deeper way than is possible in any marriage.
He is ready for what that means. I am as well.
Is D’Angelo?
A rush of happiness surges through me as I look at both these men.
Shay catches my eye.
Seeing my smile, he smiles as well.
The beat of the heavy electro music pulsates through my blood. I nod my head, while Shay taps his foot.
The atmosphere in the club is relaxed and joyful. It’s a safe space with DMs weaving in between the guests, who are dressed in costumes. There are sexy Alices wearing white suspenders, both men and women in nothing but tiny playing card tunics, and naked Hatters who are dressed in only top hats.
Shay and I are both experiencing new things thanks to D’Angelo. My life and world is expanding in the best way.
When I was married, people thought that I was so lucky. My husband was one of the most talented millionaire, NHL players.
People thought that I had escaped my small town and was free, living my best life.
In fact, my husband isolated me from both family and friends. I was stifled and controlled, barely experiencing pleasure. He crossed my boundaries, didn’t honor consent, and never met my needs.
I lost myself.
Finally, I feel like I have found myself again.
By moving back to my small town, I have rediscovered my independence, career, love for life, friends, and family.
Plus, these incredible men have worked hard to show me that I should expect my needs to be met. Consent is sacrosanct. And how many mind-blowing ways there are to experience pleasure.
D’Angelo’s gaze softens, as he studies me. “Anyway, this is the reward for winning the final game. We all need a proper celebration. It’s the final card, the ace of hearts: role play.”
Shay wraps his arm more firmly around my waist, nuzzling at my neck.
“Cas invited us, and he’s been working bloody hard to decorate this club and get it ready.
It looks incredible. He’s new to Freedom as well.
I’ve never had another sub friend; I’d like to know him better.
Same for Everett and Axel. I mean, I find Kay bloody scary, if I’m honest. But her subs are great.
It’s good to have someone to talk to as another sub, yeah? ”
“You mean plot against your dom,” D’Angelo mutters.
“Exactly, Sir.” Shay smirks.
“Cas is talented.” I glance down at my costume. “So is Everett. Did he design these?”
D’Angelo reaches out to smooth down my dress, lingering just long enough to make me shiver. “I designed them with him. He put serious effort into them. He’s not an easy man. He has high walls. But why am I not surprised that you have both managed to scale them already?”
Both Shay and I blush.
Shay plays with the large white bow at the back of my tight white and blue Alice dress. I hold my breath, as he teases at undoing it.
The dress is so short that if I were to bend over, I would flash the crowd. Of course, we’re in a setting where everyone has signed that such exhibitionism is acceptable.
After all, we’ve just been passed by a gorgeous woman with raven hair who is naked apart from body paint, which turns her into a giant playing card.
The position of one of the diamonds is interesting.
Shay’s eyes widen, before he hurriedly looks away.
His hand slips lower, however, edging to the hem of my dress.
I bite my lip, trying not to react.
I’m not wearing panties at D’Angelo’s order. It thrills me that he wants me like this.
Just before we left Freedom Mansion, he slid his hand under my dress to casually thumb over my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm but cruelly never letting me tumble over.
Then he leaned to murmur into my ear, “I want you available to your Sir at all times. Free use tonight. All your holes are mine.”
He waited just long enough for me to protest or safeword, but instead, I moaned my agreement.
It made me wet at the idea. I couldn’t hide it from him either because he was still rubbing over my pussy.
His eyes darkened.
D’Angelo needs to prove his control tonight and reaffirm his dominance in our relationship after everything that has happened with Blythe and Heine, and I’m fucking here for it.
Of course, he’s proving the same with Shay.
I take revenge on Shay for his teasing by pressing the palm of my hand firmly against his ass. His eyelashes flutter, and he pushes up on tiptoes.
“Mean,” he gasps.
I glance at the front of the tiny white leather shorts that he is wearing. His cock is bulging but trapped at the front.
It must be painful.
He is dressed as a leather White Rabbit in nothing but white leather shorts, knee high boots, and stiff leather rabbit ears.
Donnie Darko falls down the rabbit hole.
I press my hand against the base of his ass again, and he yelps.
D’Angelo chuckles. “You’re our pet, Shay. It seems that I will have to think up a mistress name for our Robyn.”
“I already have one,” Shay pants. “Mistress Kidnapper.”
I laugh. “People may get the wrong idea about that, if they don’t understand our fun role play.”
I stiffen, thinking of Blythe.
Shay hurriedly leans to kiss me. “Despite your delicious torture, love, I enjoy your style of kidnapping more than anything. I won’t allow anyone to stop me finding pleasure. Just because someone else uses ropes to take away our freedom, doesn’t mean that being bound by you gives me less freedom.”
I cup his cheek, drawing him into another kiss. “You’re fucking strong, you know that?”
Shay’s expression flickers with surprise and doubt. “My brother is. I’m just living in the present. And right now, I’m trying not to bloody come in my pants.”
It’s not surprising.
He does have a fluffy rabbit tail butt plug pressing against his prostate every time that he moves.
When D’Angelo had laid Shay on the bed, prepping and stretching him, before settling the butt plug into his ass with plenty of lube, I hadn’t been able to resist playing with it.
It’d just been so adorable.
I’d straddled Shay’s thighs, pushing the plug in and out, stroking over the soft fir.
Shay hid his reddening face in the pillow, clutching the sheets. “F-f-f-uck, love. I’m not allowed to…and you’re m-m-making me…”
“Hmm?” I said innocently, as if I didn’t know what he meant.
I did.
I continued to fuck him with the plug, making sure to hit his prostate.
He hit his head against the pillow, as sweat ran down the hollow of his back. “I’m going to—”
“You’re not,” D’Angelo commanded, pulling on his dark Hatter outfit: a black, Gothic Victorian suit with a green waistcoat, along with a top hat that had a playing card pinned to it. He looked stunning. “You won’t come tonight, until we’re all together in the private room, using our Robyn.”
Using.
I knew that D’Angelo chose that word carefully. He was skilled at pushing our buttons with his words, as well as setting us on edge well before any scene.
I sped up my thrusts with the butt plug, fucking turned on.
Shay couldn’t help himself and thrust his hips against the bedding, even though it only made things worse.
I leaned over him. “Can’t I play with my bunny?”
“How about stroking my ears then?” He tilted his head with a pleading look, offering his white, leather ears.
When I let go of Shay’s tail, he groaned in relief.
I bent over him slowly, before feathering kisses down his right ear.
Then I pressed on his tail.
Now, I smile at the memory.
When we walked into the club, Shay’s cheeks were already flushed. He was panting and struggling to take each step without making himself come.
D’Angelo was ignoring him, but it was obvious that he was being tormented remotely in some way.
Some of the subs cast Shay sympathetic looks but seeing the possessive way that D’Angelo rested his hand on Shay’s shoulder and the play collar around his neck, most appeared envious that they weren’t the ones who were being tormented.
When a server heads towards us, I smile realizing that it is Everett.
He is only wearing his thick, leather collar and a thong that is decorated at the front with a crochet teapot to cover his crotch. His long straight hair hangs loose to his waist. He is holding a platter of miniature cakes with scarlet frosting and playing card decorations.
He pulls it off with the quiet elegance of a Victorian butler.
How the hell does he manage it?