Page 101 of Blissful Devotion

“Even if I was a little bitch about it at first,” he says with a smile, and I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of me.

His own smile is nearly blinding as he reaches past me to shut the water off.

“For you, Kitten,” Desmond says, standing at the shower door with a huge plush towel held out for me and a smile on his face.

I press up on my toes to kiss Oliver’s cheek, but he turns his head at the last second and steals a real kiss, his eyes playful and loving when I pull away.

Desmond wraps me up and lifts me right off the floor as if I can’t walk on my own. I don’t even bother arguing; I know better.

He tosses another towel at Oliver, and it smacks him right in the face.

“Cover that white ass up. It’s blinding.”

“Get fucked,” Oliver grumbles and flips him off, but does, in fact, wrap himself in the towel.

It takes everything in me not to laugh. I swear these two are more like brothers than some brothers I’ve met.

Desmond sets me on the counter and starts drying me off. I try twice to tell him I can do it myself and get ignored both times…

“Oh, Oli, did you ever give her that present you bought last Halloween?” Desmond asks as if the thought just occurred to him, but the look on his face tells me otherwise.

Either way, my interest is piqued now.

“What gift?” I ask, looking at Oli, whose ears and face are now bright red as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

He licks his lips, swallowing hard before he forces his gaze up to meet mine. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, and he nervously rubs at the back of his neck.

“Fuck.”

With a huff, he stalks toward me and scoops me up. He takes me into the room and sets me on the bed in nothing but my towel before he disappears into the closet. I look at Desmond, who stands leaning against the bathroom doorway, a smug, satisfied smile on his face that makes me suspicious.

Oliver’s only gone a moment when he comes back with a little black bag in his hand, clears the room, and stands before me, holding it out to me without a word.

I’m confused, but I can see how nervous he is, so instead of asking questions, I take the bag and pull out…

Lingerie?

Black fishnets, a lacy bra, and a garter belt.

It’s beautiful but…

“Why?”

“Have you ever heard of shibari?”

She shakes her head, and I’m actually not surprised; Kat is so pure, but I can’t lie; the idea of us tainting her makes me hard.

Well, she does that all the time, but still.

The lingerie is black with lace skulls, something that I’m sure is meant to be part of a costume given the bag it came from, but that doesn’t matter. It will look great on her, especially when he wraps her up with only that on.

Fuck, what will she look like all tied up? Can he hang her from the ceiling, and we can use her like a fuckable piñata?

I don’t know much about shibari other than what I found online after Oliver brought it up that one time, but it looked cool enough. I know he’s practiced, went to a few ‘classes,’ as he called them, but I have no idea what that means.

Fuck, will he let me watch?

God, I hope so. I’m already hard as fuck, and she doesn’t even know what it is yet. Something tells me she won’t have an issue with it, though.