Page 187 of Pucking Obsessed

Eden nods, before calling out, “She’s ready.”

What…?

I peer at the door.

Normally, I don’t like surprises. But this type, I love.

D’Angelo swaggers into the room. He’s dressed in his favorite navy suit and tie. He looks immaculate and dominant with his glossy curls pushed behind his ears.

What’s he holding in his hands? It looks like a thick red ribbon.

I notice the way that Eden lets go of my hand to gently edge the cake off the rug.

What exactly does he think is going to happen?

Is it going to be wild enough that he needs to make that much space?

“Here’s the birthday girl. Would you like the rest of your presents now?” D’Angelo asks.

I clap my hands. “Yes, please.”

To my shock, D’Angelo’s eyes twinkle devilishly, before he yanks on the ribbon in his hand.

Shay stumbles into the lounge.

I gasp.

“Here’s your gift. It wasn’t standing still, while I wrapped it, so its ass matches the ribbon. It’s pretty.” D’Angelo saunters closer, leading Shay.

Soft, red ribbon is looped around Shay’s neck like a collar and then held by D’Angelo in a leash. Shay’s hands are bound in front of him by the same ribbon.

He’s holding in his bound hands a large present, which is wrapped in gleaming scarlet paper, a card, and the arctic blue and white Guide. Balancing next to them is a large cardboard Wheel of Fortune, which looks handmade and has symbols on it that I don’t understand.

Shay has glittering red bows attached by clamps to his nipples.

Nowthat’sdedication.

I wince, catching Shay’s eye.

He gives me a playful wink. “Are you looking forward to unwrapping me, love?”

“See how bad it is?” D’Angelo swipes Shay’s ass, which matches the deep red of the ribbon. Shay lets out a moan that is definitely all pleasure. “It can’t remember that objects don’t talk.”

Shay winks at me again.

I laugh.

It hits me then.

This is the best birthday that I’ve ever had.

Already, simply being playful and relaxed, having fun —this is the best birthday.

I’m surrounded by men who will get up at dawn to decorate and bake for me. Men who will allow themselves to be dressed in ribbons and bows on nipple clamps to become my gift. Men who will make it their mission to give me the most pleasurable day that they can.

I love and I’m loved.

It has nothing to do with money, power, or success.

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