Page 130 of Pucking Them
Maybe I shouldn’t tell D’Angelo that; he may not let us go dancing together again, and it’s one of the best ways for me to blow off steam.
Axel is without doubt what Blythe would have called abad influence.
It’s why I like him.
Kay has collected an interesting group of subs. She probably thinks the same about D’Angelo.
Axel is dressed in a mesh, sheer blouse. A high-waisted skirt sits on his narrow waist, flaring softly out at his hips.
I shift in my seat. “So, are we getting this party started? I don’t have any beers but I do have…”
I bend to pull out a Tupperware box from underneath my seat. I slide it into the middle of the table, before pulling off the lid.
Robyn sighs. “Now that’s a delicious smell.”
Cassian jumps up excitedly. “Tell me these are Eden’s special recipe scones.”
I nod. “He knew that he couldn’t be here but he baked these after lunch in order to still be here in scone spirit.”
“Maybe doms aren’t all bad.” Axel gives a cheeky wink to Cassian.
Cassian ducks his head, and his hair flops over his eye. “Eden is the best.”
“After our Mistress,” Everett loyally adds.
“It depends how good these scones are.” Cassian laughs, which is a beautiful sound that has been coaxed out of him more often since he has become friends with Eden.
When Everett pretends to make a grab for him, Cassian ducks, grabbing a scone and stuffing it into his mouth whole.
He looks like a squirrel
“Don’t choke.” Robyn chuckles. “Those scones are magical, but you still need to chew them.”
“Sit.” Everett snatches Cassian around the waist, pulling him onto his lap, but his large honey eyes are dancing with amusement.
I point at Axel. “Have we spawned a third brat?”
“Leave me out of this.” Axel waggles his eyebrows. “Mistress adores spoiling her sweet Kitten. She’d probably be the one to break down in tears if she ever needed to spank her Cas.”
Everett wrinkles his nose. “Mistress doesn’t cry.”
“I doubt that.” Robyn snags a scone, munching it happily. “She probably just doesn’t want you to see it. D’Angelo is always trying to act strong, as if doms don’t need care and support too.”
Garcia flicks his dark gaze to Robyn. “Jude is my friend. He doesn’t treat me differently because I’m a sub. He doesn’t think that we’re weaker than he is.”
“But he thinks thathecan’t have the same moments of weakness that we all experience,” I reply. “Or be spoiled when he bloody needs it. How about we spend the second of these official meetings working out ways to treat our doms?”
“I already serve my Mistress every day,” Everett points out.
“Then how to care for them outside the dynamic.”
“I’m never outside it.” Everett raises his hand, hovering it close to his collar but not touching it. It’s one of his rules that only Kay may do that. “This isn’t a scene for me; it’s my life. But I get what you’re saying. I’d need to ask permission to discuss it. Maybe we could think of different ways to support each other in our relationships?”
Cassian snuggles closer to Everett. “I like that. I am still learning about this. It would help.”
“Hey,” I sprawl in my seat, “this is new to me too. I know that I make myself look like a bloody idiot most of the time.”
“You don’t.” Garcia shrugs. “And if you do, who cares?”
