Page 124 of Blissful Devotion

Just like I will be.

“Sweetheart,” he says, reaching out from the edge of the bed, waiting.

A shy smile pulls at Kat’s lips as she raises her hands, hands that are tied together from wrist to elbow and then up each of her biceps before they wrap around her neck and chest to make other intricate designs.

No wonder they left a few hours ago; this had to have taken a lot longer than the simple version he did last time.

Oliver grabs the access rope I hadn’t even noticed, pulling her back until she lies on her back and ties it to a metal frame that wasn’t here before.

I definitely need to get to work on that room for fun.

I’d been so focused on the metal frame he was tying her to that it takes me a second to realize that her shift has put a lot more of her on display.

Her legs are tied, bent, and wide open, and she’s not wearing anything under that damn skirt.

“Fucking hell, Kitten,” I hiss, having to adjust as my cock throbs painfully in my jeans.

She lifts her head to meet my gaze across the room, and I cave; I can’t stand here and just watch.

I rip my shirt over my head and let it fall away, then quickly undo my belt and push my jeans to the floor.

I look up and find her gaze fixed on me, as if calling for me.

Anywhere you call, I’ll follow.

On the bed I get a much better look at her, a pretty picture I want to remember forever, and I intend to. Looking over every inch of her, I can’t help but linger on the pretty pink of her perfect pussy and how wet it is.

Definitely the best day of my life.

“The question, though, is who gets to go first?”

The smile that pulls at her lips is filthy and makes me groan. We’ve corrupted her, as if she could get any more perfect.

“Actually, it’s not a question.”

I look up at Oliver, who still stands at the head of the bed, arm resting on the metal frame as he meets my gaze; the usual timid guy I’ve known all my life seems to have been body-snatched. I steal a glance down at Kat and see her looking up at Oliver, content to let him lead.

Fine.

I fall back onto my heels at the edge of the bed.

“So then, what’s the answer?” I ask, getting impatient with how long he’s taking as my cock aches. I’m about two seconds from just doing what I want, and what I want is Kat.

“This is a multi-step present, so for now it’s you and me. I get this pretty mouth…” He trails off as he leans over the head of the bed to drag a finger over her lips, but that’s fine. I don’t need him to tell me.

I move toward her, only for her to slide further away, shooting a look at Oliver. I see him gripping the rope. With another careful tug, he gets her to the side of the bed, letting her head fall off the edge, and I’m instantly taken back to our first night together.

“What about the rest of us?” Alex asks, sounding mildly annoyed, and I can’t say I blame him. If I weren’t first, I would probably be salty too.

Sucks for him, though.

“Sit down and enjoy the show. Everyone will get a chance with our future wife.”

Oliver is down her throat before I even have my cock all the way out, and I’m not sure who this guy is, but Kat seems to be enjoying it, and that’s all that matters.

I can feel the others' eyes on us as we fuck her together, finding a shared rhythm easily enough. With each thrust, I let my fingers explore, running over knots and metal rings in the ropes and watching the goosebumps erupt in their wake.

It’s not until I’m close, feeling the way she grips me, that I feel the need to move, using the ropes on her legs to lift her ass off the bed so I can sink deeper into her. The new position leaves her squirming and silently screaming around Oli’s cock.