Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Garden of Eden Hotel, Freedom

D ’Angelo

I carry Shay over my shoulder down the long corridor like a caveman hauling his bride back to his cave.

The soft crimson carpet silences my footfalls.

Shay doesn’t appear to mind being manhandled, even if he did mutter brute , when I dragged him up from his seat and slung him over my shoulder.

He secretly loves my brutish side.

Plus, the waiters deserved some kind of show along with their thirty percent tip.

I slide my hand over Shay’s tight ass. “Have you been stretching your tight hole each morning like I taught you to? Are you prepared for me?”

I smirk, imagining that Shay is blushing.

I wish that I could see his face but I settle for patting his ass.

“You can’t just say things like that.” Shay gasps.

“Can’t I?”

I can.

I intend to say worse.

“What if someone hears?” Shay whispers.

“Who? Mr. Invisible the Voyeur? We’re alone here. I hired every room, remember? I chose the one that I thought you’d like best.”

“Now I really want to see it, darlin’. Are we nearly there, or are you carrying me in circles because you like…”

“Dominating you?” I arch my brow. “Of course I do, as much as you like me dominating you.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“And I’m going to show you how much I love it tonight. In fact, I intend to also show you just how fucking obsessed I am with you. You’re not only my teammate, friend, and sub, cucciolo. You’re the man who I’ve been searching for my entire life. I’m going to tie you to my bed and never let you go.”

I force myself not to stop walking, even though my heart is beating faster.

Was that too much? Too possessive?

It’s the truth.

Shay makes my heart flutter in a way that no one has, apart from Robyn. He fits between Robyn and me like he was always meant to be there.

Robyn feels it too. Shay meets a need in both of us.

It would destroy us, if we lost him.

“You don’t need to tie me down to keep me.” Shay strokes my back. “I’m just as fucking obsessed.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Then we’ll use the ropes in the bedroom merely for fun.”

I expect Shay to laugh.

Instead, he sounds startlingly earnest and vulnerable; it’s unlike his normal playful self, which is why I listen carefully. “Sometimes, I’m scared by how much I need Robyn and you. More than I need to breathe. You’re my captain. My boyfriend. My sex god. Jude, I’ve been following the Post-it notes that you’ve left out for me each morning and night about how to clean myself out, stretch my arse, and whether or not I can fucking touch myself. If anyone else did that…or had ever tried it…I’d punch them in the dick. I’m not going anywhere.”

I struggle to speak for a moment, before I clear my throat. “Who said that I would let you anyway?”

“My beast,” Shay says, sounding happy again.

My shoulders relax at the bubbling laughter in his tone.

Reaching the sleek door at the end of the corridor, I slip the keycard out of my pocket and use it to open the door. “We’re here.”

I hope that Shay loves his room as much as I do.

I want this night to be special for Shay.

It’s the first that we’ve spent away together. I get the feeling that a partner may never have taken Shay away before.

He’ll have to get used to being spoiled like this.

The room’s light springs on automatically from a chandelier that drips with crystal feathers above us.

I swagger to the four-poster bed in the center of the room.

The silk bedding is crimson velvet with piles of plush cushions. Shimmering gold drapes sway around the bed, matching the ones at the floor to ceiling windows.

Light from the silvery moon washes over the gold-gilt antique furniture and vast mirrors.

I drop Shay in the center of the bed, and he bounces. His golden hair tumbles over his face.

Shay grins up at me. “This is brilliant.”

Then he notices the mural on the wall behind me.

I stroll over the nightstand, as Shay pushes himself up onto his elbows, whistling.

I study him out of the corner of my eye. He looks awe-struck.

The far wall is decorated in metallic paints by a local artist with a picture of Lucifer fighting an angel in the Garden of Eden.

A giant snake coils around them.

It’s extraordinary.

“Shit, it’s incredible.” Shay’s eyes are wide. “And they’re both beautiful. Which are you then? The devilish tempter or the angelic warrior swooping down to save me?”

Shay often hides how smart he is.

But I should remember it.

I can’t hold back the smile. “Which do you want me to be?”

“Both,” Shay says, looking hopeful.

I can manage that.

“Perhaps, it depends whether you’re a good boy.” I deliberately look away from him.

Instead, I pick up the decanter of whiskey, which has been left on the nightstand.

My friend who owns this place knows me well.

It’s why he’s also left the other more…specialist…items that I’ve requested.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey, before opening the top drawer of the nightstand.

Satisfied, I realize that everything is here.

I pull out a large arctic blue velvet box.

When I turn around to Shay, however, he’s already taken out his phone.

I narrow my eyes. “Am I boring you already?”

Shay glances up at me. “I’m just sending a message to my brother, so that he’s not triggered into overprotective mode. I don’t want him worrying, when I don’t come home. Eden and I have this system, if the other one is staying out. I only need to send him a single emoji: smirking face.”

“Uh-huh.” When I point to the spot in front of me on the bed, Shay obediently crawls in front of me, slipping the phone back into his pocket. “You don’t think that I may have already told Eden about my sneaky plans for you tonight? As my PA, he knows more about me than I do.”

“I hope not all your sneaky plans.”

I stroke through Shay’s hair, pushing it back from his face. “Not all of them. No need to be embarrassed. He’s seen you being ridden by Robyn, while I fucked your face. He knows that you’re my trainable, pretty little pet.”

Shay gives a whole body shiver. “Fuck, keep talking like that, and I’ll come in my pants.”

I tighten my hand in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him wince. “You don’t come, until I give you permission. Or do I need to teach you a lesson first to make sure that you remember?”

“Tempting.” Shay’s chest is rising and falling fast. His lips look fucking kissable. “Enjoyable as that sounds, I want to know what’s in that box.”

His gaze darts to what I’m holding.

“Impatient.” I toy with the box. “I guess that it is for you.”

I toss Shay the box, and he catches it.

He clutches it. Light gleams off his gray painted nails.

I let go of Shay’s hair, picking up my glass of whiskey and taking a sip.

“For me?” But then, Shay’s expression crumples. “But I didn’t get you anything. Shit, don’t tell me that this is a ring…? Darlin’, I’m a bloody bastard. I bought Robyn a star ring. I should have bought you—”

“ You’re the star.” My expression becomes darkly dominant. “And you’re giving me yourself. I don’t need a ring, cucciolo, because I have your cock, balls, ass…submission. You belong to me. I fucking own you. Don’t I?”

Shay is staring at me now like I truly am both the devil and his guardian angel on his shoulder. “You do. You bloody do.”

“Then open the box.”

Shay pushes open the box’s lid as carefully as if it’s a relic.

Then his brow furrows. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful but I don’t think that this will fit my finger.”

My lips quirk. “That’s because it’s not for your finger.”

Shay studies the large black silicon ring, which is peeking out from amongst the velvet. “It won’t fit my thumb either.”

“I would hope not. But it’s perfect for your cock.”

Shay drops the box in shock. “You bought me a cock ring …?”

“You wanted romance.” I hide my grin behind my whiskey glass. “Voila.”

Shay stares at me and then he bursts out laughing. “You kinky devil.”

“It takes one to know one.”

“Too right.” Shay pulls the black silicon ring, which has a longer piece at the back, out of the box. “What makes me think that this is a present for you as well?”

“For all of us,” I reply. “I know from our talks and negotiations that orgasm delay is one of your kinks. What about having your cock turned into a dildo for our Robyn to ride? Wearing that ring, you’ll be nothing but a toy for her pleasure.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Shay licks his dry lips.

I’m beginning to understand my pet.

I fall into a headspace that feels easy and natural with him. I’m in control, but he’s still Shay, even as he worships me.

I’ve played with hundreds of subs.

But I’ve never experienced such a connection before.

Shay isn’t a sub. He’s my sub.

I twist away to a switch on the wall. When I press on it, Arctic Monkey’s “R U Mine?” booms around the room from hidden speakers.

The hypnotizing vocal with badass guitars and wild drumming makes me want to shove Shay back onto the bed, drag off his clothes, and fuck him like I promised until he screams.

Shay leaps off the bed looking as wild as the song.

He’s vibrating with excitement. “You’re a legend. This is—”

“Your playlist.” I slam down my whiskey glass and catch Shay harshly by the scruff of the neck. He melts into my touch like I’m caressing him, rather than yanking him toward me. “And you are mine.”

“I am,” Shay breathes. “All of me. Every last inch. Do you want to prove it by claiming my cock and balls? I’d take this over a tattoo.”

I only just stop myself from pouting.

A tattoo would be permanent.

Shay holds out the cock ring like a squire would a sword to their knight.

I take it from him. “Strip.”

“My specialty.” Shay eagerly pulls off his t-shirt with one hand.

He’s attempting to do it in time with the music.

I struggle to keep my composure, as inch by inch, his gorgeous pale skin, defined chest, and abs are revealed.

Then he shimmies down his jeans.

My breath catches.

He’s gone commando tonight.

To be fair, it’s harder to get Shay into underwear than out of it.

Like this, with Shay naked, while I haven’t even removed my suit jacket or loosened my tie, I feel how much taller I am than him.

It’s obvious who is in charge here.

I cross my arms, casually inspecting Shay from head to foot. His dick twitches.

Shay’s cheeks flush.

“Put your hands at your side,” I say, coldly. “Don’t cover yourself. You know what to do.” Shay’s flush deepens, but he obeys me. “Good boy.”

Those two words make Shay’s cock curve onto his stomach. A bead of precum glistens on its tip.

I play with the ring in my hand. Shay truly does need it.

But he’s going to curse me before he thanks me.

I smile, wickedly

Shay fidgets.

“Stand still.” I drop to my knees in front of him.

Shay gasps. Then he moans, when I grab his cock and take it deeply into my mouth.

Shay sounds like he’s in heaven.

He tries to buck his hips, but I hold him still firmly by the thighs.

He mustn’t get greedy.

“That’s good,” Shay pants. “Fuck, it’s amazing. Where did you learn…? Your mouth is… I can’t… I’m…”

He’s exactly where I want him to be, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Before he can come, however, I draw back, giving him a final long lick, from the base to the head of his dick.

Shay looks like he’s dying. “W-w-what? Where are you going? Do you want me to beg? I will. Please… ”

Shay’s puppy dog eyes are so good that most people would break at this point.

Most people aren’t me.

I pull the cock ring at its opening to widen it, then snap it over the base of Shay’s cock to stave off his orgasm.

He wails.

The back of the cock ring rests behind his balls over his sensitive perineum.

When he plays this with Robyn, they are both going to be in for a surprise.

“Mean.” Shay’s legs are trembling.

When I give Shay’s rock hard dick a final stroke, he shudders.

I fluidly stand, rubbing the dust off my suit trousers. “That’s mean, Sir .”

Shay laughs, shakily. “Where do you want me and my painfully hard cock now, Sir ?”

“Lying on your back in the middle of the bed with your arms outstretched to the four corners, pet .”

Shay’s coherent enough to wink (I’ll have to change that). “Now, that’s definitely not something you need to tell me twice.”

He jumps onto the bed, throwing off cushions onto the floor. I’m not going to tell him how much each of those is worth and reduce his joy.

He exuberantly lies out like a sacrifice.

Fuck, he’s beautiful like this.

My black ring around his cock, marking it as mine, is just as beautiful a statement.

Shay’s gaze becomes tender, when he notices the direction that I’m looking. He appears to be holding himself unmoving with a great effort.

I reward Shay by not making him wait.

Instead, I crawl onto the bed after him, leaning down to kiss him in reward.

He sighs, happily.

I grip Shay’s cock and pump it; he whines. “Oh, look. I like your dick, so I put a ring on it.”

“Ha, ha,” Shay manages to say, but it’s shaky.

I reach above him and pull down a central part of tonight’s event, which I had my friend set up for me.

This is why it’s good to be friends with people within your local BDSM community, who are happy to set up not only cock rings but also loop your Bay Rebels official arctic ties to the corners of the four-poster bed without questioning it.

Shay’s eyes widen. “You’re using our ties.”

“I’ve noticed how much you hate wearing them on game nights. I thought that I’d associate them with something more pleasurable. You may enjoy having them around your neck more after tonight.”

“Or I’ll get hard every game night remembering this. You’re the best captain.”

Unexpectedly, a cloud skitters across Shay’s expression.

“Are you okay?” I stroke my thumb down his sharp cheekbone. “Use red, yellow, and green as safe words. If you need to stop, then I’ll always honor it.”

“But Blythe didn’t.” It hurts me to hear the pain in Shay’s voice and to know that someone masquerading as a domme has put it there. “I said red over and over, but she just kept on hurting me. She left me tied up for hours. When she told me that she was only disciplining me for my own good…because I deserved it…because it was how I’d learn to become a good sub…I believed her. But it was a lie. I’m coming to terms with that now. Yet I didn’t think that I’d be able to trust someone to tie me up again. At least, that if they did, it’d be because I’d earned punishment. But with you…”

“Yes?” My throat is dry.

“With you, it’s never for punishment and only for pleasure. I trust you, and believe me, that means more than me saying that I love you. I fucking trust you , darlin’.”

Joy, relief, and fucking exhilaration hit me at his words.

I know how much it took for him to say them.

I also know how much deeper trust is than love for men like us.

“I’m honored,” I reply. “I cherish your trust. I won’t take it for granted.”

“I know. That’s why you have it.” Shay squirms like he can’t hold still any longer. “Now, can we get to the part where you tie me up and fuck me senseless?”

Brat.

“Keep talking like that, and I may simply order you to lie like this for the rest of the night with neither you…nor me…touching that pretty cock of yours,” I threaten.

That’s never going to happen.

Shay, however, looks horrified.

“Sorry, Sir.” He bats his lashes with possibly the worst attempt at contrition that I’ve seen.

I roll my eyes. “Lucky that I’m generous.”

I bind the first tie around Shay’s wrist. I slip my finger underneath the material and his wrist, making sure that it’s not too tight in order not to bruise him.

Then I move onto his next wrist, pulling his arm to stretch him out onto the bed.

He’s flexible.

This will drop him into the right headspace. Plus, he looks incredible with his shoulders pulled taut and his muscles bulging.

Shay draws in a sharp breath.

He’s quivering.

“Are these tied too tightly?” I check. “Do they hurt? Are your hands numb?”

Shay shakes his head.

I smack his hip crisply, enjoying the sight of the crimson handprint that I leave behind. “Words, pet.”

“No, Sir.”

I lean down and lick across the seam of Shay’s lips. He makes a hungry sound, trying to draw me into a deeper kiss. But I don’t move closer, and he’s too tightly tied down to be able to pull himself up and reach me.

Deliberately, I keep the kiss maddeningly light.

Frustrated, he strains but can’t claim my mouth.

He collapses back onto the mattress.

“That’s right.” I kiss the corner of Shay’s mouth, before biting on his lower lip. “You take only what I give you.”

Shay’s looking dazed now, sinking into submission.

Lazily, I lie over him, kissing him but at my pace.

Shay accepts it, letting me take the lead.

My eyes are dark. “You look good bound in our ties. You’ll think of this every game night. Perhaps, one date, I’ll have you like this. But instead of impaling you on my cock, I’ll use your hockey stick.”

“Fuck.” Shay’s hands clench into fists.

I can feel the fast thud of his heart, as he pushes his naked chest against mine.

He’s sweating.

My legs are thrust between his, keeping them apart.

Shay’s hard cock rubs against mine through the material of my pants.

My voice lowers to a deep rumble. “I’ll put you into predicament bondage, balancing on your toes. Your legs will be spread wide with your own stick, slicked up and dangerously close to your hole, rod-like underneath you. You’ll be sweating and using those trained muscles of yours, as you stand on two piles of your brother’s books. If you lower from your tip toes…”

“You fiend,” Shay half laughs.

“Devil.” I glance over my shoulder at the mural. “Do you think calling me names would be wise, pet? Because then, I’d remove those books, one by one. And you…” My lips curl into a decidedly fiendish smirk. “You’d inch by inch slide down onto your stick, feeling it fuck you, hard and deep. You’d still be feeling it, when you played the big game the next day. And you’d remember that sensation, of being fucked by your stick while I watched, every time that you picked the stick up to go onto the ice.”

Shay is lost in the fantasy. “I can feel it now.”

His eyelashes flutter. He throws back his head.

I lay my hand around his throat, which snaps his attention back to me. “Are you ready for me to do everything that I want to you?”

Shay’s eyes are blown wide with desire. “Green, bloody green.”

My hand tightens at his throat, as I stoke down his trembling body.

I brush over his sensitive nipple, thumbing at it.

His nipple peaks, and he arches up, as much as he can.

I don’t order him not to move. I enjoy the way that he struggles and I want him to enjoy that sensation as well.

I flick his nipple more insistently, before tracing lower. I smooth over his abs.

Shay’s breathing fast.

I’m hardly holding it together.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

I let go of Shay’s throat and sit back, reaching to undo my trousers and then into my underwear to pull out my hard cock.

Shay watches my movements, licking his lips.

But I don’t want his mouth right now.

Instead, I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out a small bottle of water based lube and a condom.

Shay raises his eyebrow.

“Let’s simply say,” I admit, “I planned for this second date going well. And it’s turning out exactly how I’d hoped.”

I rip open the condom packet, before sheathing my cock.

Then I maneuver myself between Shay’s thighs.

I pop open the lube’s lid and dribble some onto the fingers of my right hand. “Spread these legs for me.” I slap his inner thigh. “Wider. You can do better than that. Good.”

Shay whines but manages it.

I stare down at his hole long enough to make him blush.

When I tease around the edges, he gasps. I know that even these feather light touches are intense.

I want to deepen his blush. He looks beautiful like this.

“Look at your pretty hole.” I spread it with my fingers, dribbling more lube down Shay’s crack and struggling to hide my smile at his hiss at its coldness. I slide one finger in and then out a couple of times. “So hungry for my touch. You weren’t lying about stretching yourself for me and following my instructions. Good boy. You truly are eager to be fucked.”

“As eager as you are to fuck me,” Shay challenges.

“Do you want me to show you how eager?” I slip two instead of one finger into him this time.

Shay’s breath hitches. “Yes…”

He yanks on the ties binding him like he can’t stop himself.

“Color?” I demand.

Shay hesitates. “Yellow.”

“Slow down?” I check.

He nods.

I return to one finger, and Shay relaxes. This is only the second time that he’s been fucked like this.

Sometimes, Shay’s mouth doesn’t know what his ass can handle.

I make sure to stroke over his prostate, massaging it.

Shay jerks, moaning in pleasure.

Then he relaxes, spreading his legs impossibly wider. “Please…”

I can make this feel incredible for him. I intend to turn him into a puddle of desire, where he’s so relaxed that there’s no pain and only pleasure.

“Color?” I check again.

“Green, please… ”

Slowly, I try a second finger.

This time, Shay’s open and ready for it. He pushes back against it, welcoming me into him. I rub over the bundle of nerves, which are making his cock weep.

Shay looks close to crying from frustration too.

“May I come?” Shay begs. I didn’t think that I’d have him at this level yet. “P-p-please? Sir, can I? P-p-lease, just, fuck …”

I add a third finger, slowly stretching him.

Shay whimpers and shudders.

“Not yet.” I lean down, enjoying how fast Shay’s pulse is fluttering in his neck, as I bite down it gently.

My cock rubs against Shay’s, sending sparks jolting through me.

When I look up, Shay’s gaze is locked on mine with a tender love that takes away my breath.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs. “I’m all yours, darlin’. Show me .”

I growl, grabbing his thighs and bringing them upwards to rest on my shoulders.

He’s bent in half.

It’s good that he’s flexible.

Our gazes are locked on each other.

I never want to look away.

Then I trust into him, deep and hard.

I swallow his cry with a kiss.

Caging him, I fuck him, slowly enough to give him time to adjust.

When I draw back, our foreheads touch.

I feel like I’m drowning in him.

“Harder.” Shay’s lips quirk. “I dare you…”

I falter, and he laughs.

What?

He didn’t seriously just dare me, when I’m balls deep in him, right?

The man has a death wish.

My curls brush his cheek, as I nip his ear, hard enough to make him yelp.

Then I murmur, “I never back down from a dare.”

He asked for this.

If Shay wants to release my devil side, then I’m happy to fall.

I push his legs impossibly higher, as I kneel up, never stopping thrusting into him.

I don’t look away, darkly dominant.

Shay’s gaze is fixed on me like he’s mesmerized.

He doesn’t even look away, when I slip my hand between us and pull apart the cock ring to release him from his captivity.

I throw the ring to the side, clamping my hand around the base of his cock. “Not yet. You come when I tell you.”

Shay blinks like that means yes.

I don’t force him to use words because I don’t think that he’s capable of them right now.

“Truth to go with your dare.” The words flow from me, as I stare down at this gorgeous man who is willingly beneath me, but in so many ways, shines above me. He’s the angel in this room. “I’ve felt like there was a missing part of me my entire life. I’ve been searching for something…someone. Now, I’ve found it, and it’s you. So, I’m never letting you go.”

This truth feels blindingly large.

“Jude…” Shay whispers.

I raise both hands to rest by his head, before I rut into him.

This time, I don’t hold back.

There’s nothing slow or gentle about it.

It’s wild and unrestrained.

Primal.

Shay throws his head from side to side, unable to escape the onslaught. His muscles strain, as he struggles.

He’s like a bound god on a stone altar being ravished by a demon.

I bite his throat, needing to hear him scream.

“Come,” I command, licking over the bite mark.

I thrust into Shay even harder.

Then Shay screams again like I promised that he would. But this time, it’s because he’s coming from an orgasm, which is so intense that he passes out.