Page 197 of Pucking Obsessed

Does that mean tonguing?

I’m happy with that.

Eden turns to D’Angelo. “What is it?”

“A purple clitoral stimulator.” D’Angelo points to the back of the chest. “It has three settings. I’ll show you how to work it, Eden. I can’t wait to see you make Robyn come twice on endless waves of pulsing pleasure.”

My breath hitches.

Being talked about like this between my men, while they select toys to drive me wild, is doing something to me in the best way.

I select a purple, silicon toy from the back, which has a suction cup on the end of it.

I know where that is going. And I approve.

I pass the stimulator to Eden.

“Can you see the two buttons? When you want to turn it on, press the top one for six seconds.” D’Angelo trains Eden like he was always meant to do it. The two of them work dangerously well together. Who thought that having two doms was a good idea? Yep, definitely me. “Hold it again for the same time to turn it off. Increase the intensity with the middle button slowly. It’s powerful.”

Shay looks disgruntled. “Two orgasms? What about me?”

“You’ll be part of both of them. Spin the wheel,” D’Angelo commands.

Shay spins the wheel so forcefully, I worry that it’ll break.

“Cucciolo,” D’Angelo growls in warning.

Shay hunches his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m excited to see what I’ll get to give our Robyn pleasure.”

I smile.

From the first night that I meet Shay, he’s been focused on my pleasure first. It’s what drives him.

When the rubber flipper settles on a picture that looks like a leash, Shay’s shoulders straighten. “I already have my ribbon leash but I would always be up for putting my Robyn on one.”

“In your dreams.” D’Angelo snorts. “There are other places that we can leash you, cucciolo.”

There’s a dancing amusement in D’Angelo’s eyes that means Shay is in trouble.

Of course,in troubleis precisely where Shay adores to be.

“Look to the back right hand corner of the chest,” D’Angelo orders. “It’s small, leather, and studded with a short metal chain attached to it.”

“Got it.” I pull out the leash. “It won’t fit around Shay’s neck. Where does this go?”

D’Angelo smirks. “It’s a penis leash. Since Shay has gifted himself to you, fate seems to know what it’s doing. Your cock is our Robyn’s today.”

The tips of Shay’s ears turn red.

He places his hands behind his back, offering himself to me. “My cock and balls always belong to Robyn and you.”

The incredible gift of submission that he’s offering us not only today but every day is overwhelming. Also, the responsibility and duty that comes along with it.

I won’t hurt Shay like Blythe did.

I’ll never betray his trust or his breathtaking bravery for being vulnerable.

Instead, I waggle the leash. “Closer then, pet.”

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