Page 66 of Pucking Them
I stare at him in shock.
My good, goodsub.
Shay has no idea just how good he is. I hate that he still thinks that he is bad.
Shay took me so seriously that he wanted a moment to hold himself back from coming untouched just at the thought of being bound over the bed in the pillory.
“I need to kiss you so fucking much right now,” I growl.
“Green, bloody green.”
I grab Shay by the neck and pull him into a long, passionate kiss.
I walk him backwards until his ass hits the pillory. Then I don’t stop kissing him until my lungs burn.
How could he think that I would abandon him?
He is my perfect sub.
I don’t know how I survived before I met him. It must have been a half-life, just as it was pining after the woman who I had loved and lost.
I have never loved any woman apart from Robyn. And I know that I will never love any man apart from Shay.
When I hear a pleasured moan, I glance over Shay’s shoulder.
I grin when I realize that Eden is tormenting Robyn’s nipples. He is thumbing over one, while flicking his tongue over the other mercilessly.
Unable to move, she is thrashing her head side to side. She must be close to coming already.
I look back at Shay, cupping his face. “Next time you take your gloves off and fight, I will strip you there and then in the sin bin and put you on shameful display in this pillory in front of the crowds.”
Shay’s cock twitches in interest at the fantasy. “Maybe the fans will throw popcorn at me.”
“With our luck,” I mutter, “they’d throw butt plugs.”
I’m dismayed when instead of laughing, he leans in to whisper brokenly, “Wilder called Robyn hislittle Birdie. He called me herfucktoy. He said that she was his and…”
I snarl in fury.
No wonder Shay took hours of having his ass handed to him by coach, rather than telling him what Wilder said to provoke him into a fight.
I spin Shay, clasping him hard to my chest with my hand over his heart.
Together, we watch as Robyn comes apart under Eden’s skillful touch. Her legs are tied wide apart, and we can see her plump, glistening pussy.
She is beautiful, as she trembles, wet with pleasure.
“Look at her, cucciolo,” I insist. “She is tied to our bed, between us. She is exactly where she wants to be. That asshole is never going to touch her again.She is ours.And youareour fucktoy. Be proud of it.”
I let go of Shay, leaning over him to unlatch and lift up the top hinged half of the wooden pillory. Then I shove him roughly between the shoulder blades to bend him over.
His head and wrists rest in the pillory’s holes.
When I fit the top of the sturdy wooden board back into place, securing it to make sure that it won’t open even if Shay struggles, Shay’s mouth can now reach Robyn’s pussy.
He whines.
I know how tempting it must be for him to lick out his tongue and taste.
