Page 74 of Pucking Them
Shay did a good job of keeping my focus on him, especially since both the doms are also dressed in only the naked butler outfits.
Damn, they truly are going all out to fulfill my fantasies this morning.
I’m not complaining.
When I laugh, D’Angelo arches his brow. “As much as we are playing butlers to you, I can also role play the servant who spanks his bratty princess.”
I snap shut my mouth.
“Your bow tie looks charming.” I flutter my eyelashes.
I hope that I’m pulling off the flattery.
D’Angelo sprawls out further, fiddling with his bow tie. “Of course it does. Now, was being ravished in your sleep everything you hoped that it would be, Sleeping Beauty? Waking up to Shay serving you like the collared servant to his Queen?”
My breath catches. I much prefer the second fantasy to the first.
My pupils dilate.
I reach down to card my fingers through Shay’s soft hair. “It was better. Last night, when we talked about trying out this hidden desire of mine, I didn’t know that it would make me feel closer to Shay. I didn’t know that it was possible.”
In fact, it makes me wish that I could put a collar around Shay’s neck.
Does he want that? Is ithissecret desire?
Eden is sitting against the headboard. Dressed the same as the other men, he is watching me with guarded eyes.
Was this kink too much for him?
I reach out my hand to him, and instantly, he takes it.
“Okay?” I ask, quickly.
Of course, the two doms were watching over my fantasy. Their care and concern for Shay and me is shown in their every action.
It took me awhile to fully see how much they not only love and respect me, but also, how much they are there for me in every way.
Their commitment is real.
I need to find a way to show Shay that as well.
Eden scoots closer to me, pulling my hand onto his lap.
He thinks for a moment, before he nods.
My chest is tight.
Can he still not talk?
What if Eden has permanently lost his voice because of this article from his parents? What if they’ve stolen it from him?
Anxiety spikes through me, and I fight to not show it on my face.
“Are you comfortable talking again?” I encourage.
He shakes his head and then nods.
He blushes.
