Page 187 of Pucking Them
She better not think that she can take advantage of this situation to brat.
I’m smart. I don’t need my own hands to be in charge.
Shay laughs.
Another big mistake.
I humor them both by attempting to raise my shaky hands, which I can barely manage.
Shay launches himself up, scrambling over me to join in the game. He dodges past my hands and kneels next to Robyn.
The curve of his lower back and tight ass is enough to make even my tired cock perk up.
“Looks like for once, we’re winning this hunt,” Shay boasts.
Both my pets are truly naïve.
I allow my hands to slump back onto the bedding. But my eyes glint.
Shay swallows. “Why are you looking at us like that?”
“D’Angelo can’t catch his prey. We’re safe.” Robyn clasps her arms around Shay’s neck, drawing him into a long, slow kiss.
She glances back at me, wriggling her ass tauntingly.
I allow myself to relax back into the mountain of pillows that they built for me. Then I tear my gaze away from the delicious sight of my two subs entwined together and turn to Eden.
When our gazes lock, I know that he understands without saying anything.
Eden still raises his hands with a quirk of his lips, which is ghost of a smile that I have grown to treasure coaxing from him, as a show for our naughty subs. “Ican raise my hands, however, and I’ve been coached to be your Sir’s hands for him when he needs them. Looks like the hunt is on.”
I relaxe further into the fluffy pillows.
I twist back to my pets.
Robyn’s eyes widen with alarm, but Shay’s widen with excitement.
Shay laughs, dragging Robyn behind him like he can protect her with the velvet cushion, which he has snatched up as a shield.
Eden cocks his brow, prowling around the bed. “I’m Jude right now. We’re his puppets. Put down the cushion. I don’t have a sword.”
“Looks like you do in your pants,” Robyn mutters.
Shay immediately drops the cushion, however, with the same obedience as if the order had been from me.
“Good boy,” I reward him.
Shay’s gaze slips to me. His cheeks flush.
My mind feels hazy like I’m still floating somewhere between sleeping and waking but in a good way.
Seeing Eden stalk Robyn and Shay, while they pretend to resist at the same time that they’re in fact darting me quick smiles, is lulling me into a place that feels like contentment.
A lazy, floating happiness.
I let myself ride it, and suddenly, despite being barely able to move, I don’t feel helpless. The pressure eases from me because sometimes, Eden takes charge, and it doesn’t mean that I’ve lost the control that I need.
“Put on a performance for me.” I focus on my lovers like I’m an emperor voyeur. “I want to watch you.”
