Page 120 of Blissful Devotion

“Stop fidgeting, Sweetheart.” Oliver’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I realize I was, in fact, fidgeting.

“Sorry.” I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. “I’m just so nervous,” I tell him, chewing on my lip.

“You have nothing to worry about. They’re going to love this. I promise.” Oliver stands behind me, working on the ropes, but I hear the softness in his tone that tells me he thinks I’m being silly.

Maybe I am.

When we’d originally talked about this, it had started as a joke, until it wasn’t.

Tonight was Oliver’s, but he’d happily agreed to give it up for ‘something better,’ as he put it.

Now I’m standing in a random bedroom of the nanny house that should have been mine as Oliver ties me up like a pretty little package.

Well, actually a pretty little present, one that Oliver assures me they will be all too excited to unwrap.

A sharp pinch on my thigh makes me gasp, and I look down to find Oliver’s teeth dug into my leg, his gaze locked on mine through his lashes.

I roll my eyes, sigh, and push my worries away before I look back down at him and cock a brow.

He pulls back, a hint of a smirk on his lips, then leans back in and presses a kiss to the spot that probably has teeth marks now…

My pussy clenches at the thought, and I wasn’t aware I would like that, but clearly I do. It only gets worse as his lips ghost over the mark and I feel his warm breath.

This time, when he pulls away, his smirk is a full-blown smile, and I swear I swoon.

Oliver is beautiful, and I don’t mean just in looks.

Under the layers of hurt and worry is a beautiful soul, an amazing father and man. I’ll be forever grateful that he was willing to give us a chance, to take part in this crazy connection that is our family, and trust me, not to hurt him the way others had.

I’ll be forever baffled that anyone could not see the beauty in him, but I can’t say I hate it too much because without her being blinded, I never would be here, wrapped in his love and his ropes.

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

He holds my gaze as he moves up my thigh toward my hip, pressing feather-light kisses to my skin every few inches, making my breath catch, unable to look away.

“You look beautiful,” he breathes against my skin, his voice deep, raspy, and so alluring.

The ropes are red to match the skirt we decided to go with last minute to hide Alex’s present. Like last time, I have a harness, but this time it goes down my arms, tying them together from the elbow down with some extra hanging free down to the ground.

Instead of having my legs wrapped while I stand, Oli had me sit and tie them while bent, something he called futomomo. Under the skirt, there’s also the same pelvic harness as last time that this time attaches to my leg ropes and a heart-shaped purple diamond butt plug in my ass.

Nathan had bought them for me almost a week ago after the night in their club. He called it a ‘trainer set’, they started small and got bigger and would hopefully make it so I could be filled ‘air tight,’ as he and Vince referred to it.

I’d never, ever thought about anal, not once before Alex had brought it up that night, but I can’t lie, the more we do, the more I’m curious, and while the plugs started out uncomfortable, I’ve grown used to them.

I might actually be fond of them now. After nearly a week of Nathan and Oli helping me change out sizes, which almost always happens in the shower and leaves me coming hard enough, I nearly black out.

I’m frozen, unable to move or speak as he moves up my stomach, making goosebumps prick at my skin. Not that I would make it far like this, anyway.

It feels like it takes him a lifetime to reach my face, hovering just a breath away from where I want him. Finally, I can't take it anymore and surge forward, pressing my lips to his. I can't bite back the little moan that is ripped from me when he hungrily meets my lips with his own and all but devours me.

It’s everything I want, or at least it almost is. Before we can get to the good stuff, he pulls away, and I can’t help but pout.

“If you keep that up, we won’t have a very good present for them,” he tells me with a chuckle, and the sound makes my knees weak. “Behave.”

With a sigh, I pull back as far as I can without falling, with nearly every limb tied up.

Oliver moves behind me, and I feel the ropes pull and give as he works them into some beautiful design I can’t see.