Chapter 25 #3
“Imagine if Everett had designed Dee’s outfit like that.” Shay raises his eyebrow.
I am imagining it.
Now I wish that Everett had.
“Only a little further,” I soothe Shay.
“Thank fuck.” Shay wipes the sweat off his forehead.
When we reach the back of the seated audience, my eyes widen.
Fleet’s demonstration has started and it’s breathtaking.
I have never seen anything like it.
Fleet is dressed as the King of Hearts. His suit is simple but elegant, and his crown is shaped out of playing cards.
He’s working as a rigger to tie Garcia with thin jute ropes and rope harnesses in the center of the stage.
Garcia is naked.
Yet there is nothing sexual about this demonstration, even if it is beautifully erotic and sensual.
Garcia looks like something out of an art installation.
I know how deadly this man is but now all his muscles and sharp lines are contained safely within the red ropes.
It’s mesmerizing.
I glance at Shay. He is staring at Garcia, entranced.
D’Angelo crosses his arms. “Ty is the best rigger in the state. Garcia loves the sensations of being held by the ropes.”
Fleet works slowly and precisely, tying knots that emphasize and push out Garcia’s strong pecs and ass, binding him into an interesting shape.
Garcia looks blissed out, so into sub space that he’s not even aware that he is being watched.
Fleet leans down to check in on him.
They whisper to each other, before Fleet gives Garcia a warm smile.
Then Fleet returns to his focused attention, hoisting Garcia inverted into the air. Slowly, he spins him.
“Shit.” Shay whistles.
His eyes are glassy.
D’Angelo gives Shay an assessing glance. “Are you dropping because you’re enjoying watching this be done to someone else? Or are you wishing right now that could be you tied up, exposed, hoisted upside down and powerless?”
Shay’s eyelashes flutter. “The second, Sir. I’m imagining how amazing Garcia must be feeling.”
“Then how do you feel about asking Ty to have a session with you? I would be there.”
Shay looks uncertain. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“Then I’ll take classes with Ty and improve my own shibari skills. I can’t promise anything as elaborate as this. But I can still take you down to my playroom and show you what it feels like to have ropes sensually sliding over your skin and—”
“Just warning you,” Shay blurts, “that if you say anything more in that low voice of yours, I’m going to come. And I really want to come like you ordered me to, only when we’re all together in the private room, using our Robyn.”
A nearby sub who is dressed as a caterpillar shoots me a thumbs up.
I flush.
Could Shay have said that any louder?
D’Angelo’s smile is triumphant like he’s just scored on the ice. “Come on then, let’s not keep Eden waiting any longer in the private room. He must have finished his preparations by now.”
I love that D’Angelo has made the effort tonight to show that both ropes and butt plugs can be toys that bring pleasure. He doesn’t want Blythe to have taken them away from us. I know that he’s planned this.
I fucking respect him for that.
I trust him.
“And are you going to tell me what they are?” I ask.
“Nope.” D’Angelo wraps his arm around my shoulder. “But just know that I have trained him on the equipment.” Then he throws mercilessly over his shoulder, “Keep up pet.”
D’Angelo swaggers far faster than he needs to toward the private rooms, which are behind the booths.
Shay mutters and grumbles as he stumbles after us.
I try not to laugh. “You’re cruel.”
“It’s my best feature. And that’s you’re cruel, Sir.”
D’Angelo drops his arm from my shoulders, before pushing aside a drape. It reveals a corridor that is lined with private rooms.
“Normally, the doors of private rooms are not allowed to be closed for safety reasons,” D’Angelo explains.
“They must either remain open, which means that guests can invite others to join them, or they have a slot that opens. Then others can watch but not become involved. In our case, since I’m the owner, I am the only person (along with Fleet), who has the authority to keep the door locked.
We’re both trusted enough, but the DMs still have the key, just in case anything goes wrong. ”
“Don’t pretend that you’re not getting a thrill from breaking the rules, rebel.”
“That’s rebel—”
“Sir…?”
When D’Angelo crisply smacks my ass, I flood with warmth.
“Again,” I moan.
“Is Alice meant to be a brat?”
“I don’t know, but this one is.”
D’Angelo turns me around by the shoulders, pushing me into Shay’s welcoming arms, while he yanks open the door.
Then he gestures me inside. “White Rabbit, lead your Alice into Wonderland.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Shay grabs my hand and pulls me into the room.
Then I gasp.
Eden is standing to the side of the room. He is surrounded by flickering candles that have been arranged in a heart shape on the floor. They must be rose scented because the air is filled with an intoxicating sweet scent.
The walls of the room are covered with spanking and play implements. Yet Eden has still managed to make it look romantic by stringing heart shaped decorations between them. Balloons that spell out WE LOVE YOU, OUR ROBYN bob at the back of the room behind something that looks like a leather swing.
How long has Eden been standing like that, waiting for me, despite his fractured rib and injuries?
My eyes smart.
I crunch across the floor that is a carpet of rose petals. “This looks beautiful. I am so happy that you’re here with us tonight.”
Eden is paler than normal. But Cassian’s kind idea of this room has meant that he can be included.
He would hate to be out in the main room of the party, as much as his brother loves it.
Yet his battling to cope with being here now is his gift to me.
“I am too.” Eden tilts his head. “We need to be together. I want to show you what Jude has been teaching me. All the same safewords.”
My breathing speeds up.
I’ve been desperate to discover this side of him. I know that he will be different to D’Angelo.
He is dressed in a purple velvet suit with a pink waistcoat. A pair of striped purple ears poke from his slicked back hair and a matching tail from his suit jacket.
He looks like a dangerously hot cat.
With the way that he steps over the candles and stalks toward me, I feel like the prey.
Eden is running the show.
Instantly, my throat dries.
Eden doesn’t use words like D’Angelo does to dominate. His dominance is natural and heady.
I allow myself to fall down and down into it in silence.
When Eden slips his hand into my hair, yanking me toward him, I moan into his kiss.
When he draws back, his gaze is intense. “Tonight, feel how we love you.”
That hits me hard enough to make me shake.
Eden pushes me toward Shay. “Strip her.”
I’m already in a daze.
Worshipfully, Shay removes my dress, kissing each revealed piece of skin, down my sides, inner thighs, and ankles.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Eden and D’Angelo checking the leather straps of the swing that is hanging from the roof.
Then D’Angelo nods at Eden.
Eden prowls to me, leading me toward the leather harnesses. “Lie on your back. Spread your legs and put your legs up on each of these straps. Color?”
I flush, as I am exposed fully with my legs spread wide.
“Green,” I reply, breathless.
It is a strange sensation, as Eden ties me down into the swing, keeping my legs open for whatever my men want. Only, I know that this is for my pleasure. And I know that the straps are for my safety.
At the pull of each buckle, I sink into a deeper place in my mind.
My head hangs back, staring up at the roof, which is bright with lights like stars.
Someone walks between my legs, running their thumb down my inner thigh and then just above where I am desperate to be touched.
My core is wet and aching.
“You look beautiful like this,” D’Angelo says. “I knew that you would. Ready to be used anyway we want.”
So, he’s the one standing between my thighs. I can feel his suit brushing over my sensitive skin.
I shiver in delight.
His finger grazes like a whisper over my clit.
I keen.
When fingers tug my hair, pulling up my head, I know that it must be Eden.
His cock is suddenly gorgeously there, teasing over my lips.
“Touch her clit, pet,” Eden commands.
Instantly, I feel Shay’s clever fingers working me intensely enough to make me pant and squirm but I’m not going anywhere.
Then D’Angelo begins to rock the swing, and I let out a shocked moan, when the tip of his cock spears into my wet pussy.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More.”
“Open your mouth.” Eden taps my cheek.
Obediently, I do.
On the next swing, his cock sinks into my mouth in rhythm with the deeper thrust of D’Angelo’s cock.
I am filled by both of them at the same time.
It’s perfect.
I sink into a warm, fuzzy place.
I am lost in a haze of their touches and love.
There is nothing but intense sensation, the swinging motion, and a winding, devastating pleasure.
Shay continues working my clit and circling my nipples.
I want to scream but I can’t.
I am sure that I am crying.
The waves of pleasure are not just from the touches but feeling so incredibly loved.
“I’m about to come,” Eden warns me.
But he doesn’t pull out, and I would have sobbed if he had.
Somehow, he appears to know that.
As he comes, I swallow eagerly.
He pulls out, stroking his finger gently over my lips. “Good girl.”
D’Angelo yanks me more firmly against his hips, pistoning into me, brutal and wild.
Suddenly, I’m shocked that it’s Shay’s mouth over my clit, sucking hard.
And that’s enough to shatter me.
I’m coming and screaming, and the clenching of my pussy is enough to drag D’Angelo over the edge as well.
“Robyn,” he growls, finally resting his hands on my hips.
I am breathing hard, sweating and shivering.
I am flying, however, and smiling.
I am hardly aware, as Eden unstraps me, before D’Angelo lifts me up in his arms and bridal carries me to a small area in the shadows at the back of the room, which is a pile of velvet blankets and cushions.
D’Angelo sprawls on them, hugging me on his lap.
Eden zips up his trousers and then wraps a blanket around me. “Are you okay?”
“The best,” I answer. “D’Angelo, give your student a gold star.”
Eden ducks his head but looks pleased.
He pulls out a bottle of Gatorade that he must have left there ready for this and passes it to me. “As long as I can give my teacher an apple.”
“You already do each morning,” D’Angelo replies. “See, he’s my best pupil.”
“What about me?” Shay throws himself down with us, reaching to massage my legs.
“You can be the bad boy who needs bending over the desk by the headmaster.” D’Angelo smirks.
“Sounds about right. And I’m okay with some professor and student role play. You are old enough to be—”
“Look around you at the implements hanging from the walls and then choose your next words carefully.”
Shay’s eyes dance. “Luckily, I’ve always fancied older men.”
I laugh at D’Angelo’s outraged expression.
I feel more relaxed than I have for months.
By being honest about our relationship publicly, I know that we are about to face our biggest challenges yet, especially now that the Bay Rebels must battle in the playoffs to reach the Stanley Cup Final.
But we’ll be facing them together.
We won’t be driven by our fears but our hopes for our future.
Our forever together.
We have so much more to explore.
More pleasure. Thrills. Love.
What’s the worst that could happen?