He laughs. “Yes, yes, I do. You’d look hot in it at one of Hamish’s kink parties too,” he muses. “Maybe you could wear it to Hamish and Archie’s collaring ceremony on Friday?”
Blake shakes his head. “I wouldn’t want to wear anything that might outshine Archie.”
“Do you know what he’s going to be wearing?” I ask.
Blake nods. “But I’m sworn to secrecy. Anyway, I know what I’m wearing.”
I lift my eyebrows. “Oh?”
“You’ll see on Friday, Daddy.”
“Is it pretty?” Cal asks.
Blake rolls his eyes. “Would I wear anything thatisn’tpretty?”
“Is it leather or lace?” I ask as that’s the dress code we’ve been given.
“Lace.”
“I’m wearing leather,” Cal says.
“So am I.” I stare at them both, marvelling at how lucky I am. “I can’t wait to see you both all dressed up.”
“What’s the third gift?” Cal asks.
“It’s for all of us, really.” I put it on his lap so he can open it.
He and Blake take the wrapping paper off together, revealing a large canvas print of one of the photos Cal took of Blake during our very first shibari session at the studio. It’s an incredibly tasteful photo, and Blake looks stunning in it. The angle of the shot is very artsy, the soft focus perfect.
“I thought we could put it up in our bedroom,” I say. “It’s art created by all three of us.”
“It’s perfect,” Cal says, kissing me and then Blake. “We can put it up while our princess tries on the corset.”
We’ve chosen the room with the en suite to be our main bedroom. Thankfully, the removal men put our furniture in the correct rooms. We haven’t made the bed yet, but at least it’s in place. Cal and I put the photo up while Blake changes. We put it on the wall opposite the bed so we can see it when we’re lying in it.
Once it’s up, we step back to admire it.
“Stunning,” Cal says.
“You took it,” I say.
“You’re the man responsible for the rope work.”
“And Blake’s the one looking spectacular.”
Cal wraps his arm around my waist. “The three of us do make beautiful artwork between us, don’t we?”
“That’s not all we do,” I say, turning to face him so we can kiss.
“Daddy, Sir? I’m ready,” Blake says when our kiss ends.
I imagine he was watching us. We turn to him. He’s sitting on the bed, with his legs splayed to the side, wearing the corset and a pair of baby pink lace knickers.
I hitch in a breath. “Oh, baby boy, you look gorgeous.”
Cal whistles. “You really do.”
Blake blushes and lowers his gaze. “Thank you for the present, Daddy.”
