Page 117 of Pucking Them
My mind is scrambled.
Why has he stopped?
My blush deepens, as my ass settles on D’Angelo’s lap with his fingers buried deep in my pussy.
“Who am I?” D’Angelo’s voice is as icy as a frozen lake.
How did I think that he had melted?
“Sir,” I rush to say. “Nothing, Sir.”
“Better. Ride me then, if your greedy pussy wants to come.”
“Fuck.” I bite my lip.
My thighs tremble, but I work myself up and down on his fingers. At the same time, he returns his thumb to my clit, tapping it in a way that drives me mad with pleasure.
D’Angelo is cruel with his words but never with his touch. At least, not to me. He never forgets that I need something different to Shay.
Talking about collaring Shay has brought out D’Angelo’s dominant side.
As if he can tell what I am thinking, D’Angelo whispers, “We will offer our toy the collar together. But I need to make it clear that you are stillmineas well, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Close. I’m fucking close.” The muscles in my thighs are tremoring.
I don’t stop.
To my horror, however, D’Angelo does. He removes both his hands from me.
What…?No…
“I put this here, intending to use it on my other pet today, less as a punishment for our failure in the game and more as a distraction. But now, I have you, principessa, to play with.” D’Angelo leans backwards in a move that makes his abs ripple, reaching for something small that he must have deviously hidden under the pillow last night.
I stare in shock at what looks like an arctic blue bullet vibrator with an added attachment at the front.
My pulse spikes.
I think I can guess where that is going.
Where is Shay’s ass when I need it as tribute?
D’Angelo kisses me, but his eyes are wicked. “This evening, I have my date with you. I’m taking you out to a piano recital. We can both dress up. And look at this special toy, which I also have for you to wear.”
“Ehm, thank you?”
D’Angelo’s grin sharpens. “Shall we put it in now and see if it fits?”
I know that it’s a trap but I still nod.
This is a game, and D’Angelo’s games are always the best in the end. I have also been looking forward to his date all week. I love my time alone with him.
If we are going to collar Shay, then D’Angelo is already my husband in all the ways that count.
“Green?” D’Angelo checks.
