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“Not at all,” she said, doing her best to appear meek and apologetic. “Just surprise. That’s all.” Meanwhile, her thoughts were in a jumble as she tried to figure out what the fuck Aiden was up to that involved every Dom in the Manor. They were even all wearing suits—normal garb for Jonathan and Mason, but the rest? Jesus fuck, they were sexy as hell.
Aiden kept up his stern Dom look for a few more seconds, then he must’ve decided to go easy on her for her birthday. With a warm smile, he put down his pool cue and crossed the room, folding her into his arms. “I missed you, love,” he whispered into her hair.
“I missed you, too.” She breathed deeply, his woodsmoke and mountain air smell even stronger now it was winter. Fuck, he smelled so good. How was she already three seconds away from licking him? Pulling away before she did something embarrassing, she asked, “Where are all the guests?”
“There aren’t any,” Aiden said, grinning as her jaw dropped.
The others moved up to form a circle around her. “Last week’s guests checked out yesterday, and this week’s won’t arrive until tomorrow afternoon,” Jonathan told her. “Fairford Manor is officially closed, for one night only.”
Had they really done all this for her? She should’ve known Aiden wouldn’t abandon her on her birthday without a very good reason.
“Now,” Aiden said, turning her around and holding her against him, his chest warm and hard against her back. “Are you ready for your birthday surprise?”
Olivia smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Mason, if you would.”
Reaching into his pocket, Mason pulled out a folded rectangle of cloth. Gripping one corner, he let the rest tumble toward the floor, revealing a black silk blindfold.
Her heart was racing as Aiden passed her to the other Dom, and he slipped the soft fabric over her eyes, tying a tight knot behind her head. He trailed his fingers down the long tails of the blindfold, continuing down the center of her back to her zipper. He lowered it slowly, inch by painstaking inch, letting her build herself up into a near-frenzy with excitement. One of the others pushed the straps from her arms, and the dress slipped down her body to the floor.
“Verynice,” Rafe said.
She blushed furiously, but couldn’t hold back a pleased smile. She’d ordered all new lingerie to surprise Aiden, including a lace garter belt and stockings. Standing up a little straighter, she arched her back slightly, feeling as beautiful as she’d ever felt in her life.
Someone traced a fingertip along the cups of her black lace bustier, while another hand brushed across the lacy top of her stockings. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and her nipples hardened into aching peaks.
“We’d planned to strip you naked,” Mason said, and she suspected he was the one tugging on her thong, teasing her with the thin strip of fabric.
“But this...” Jonathan pinched her nipple through the thin lace.
“This is far too beautiful to remove just yet,” Aiden finished for him. He cupped her face between his hands—the only warning she got before he kissed her.
Olivia melted against him, letting him take ownership of her mouth while the others continued to explore her body. Yeah, this was already better than her previous thirty-three birthdays combined.
When they all pulled away as one, leaving her breathless, she reached out blindly, desperate for more contact. “Please,” she said, her voice a little shaky.
“Don’t worry.” Aiden was behind her now, scooping her up into his arms. “We’ve got you. All of us.”
“Where are we going?” she asked as he carried her from the room.
Camden chuckled. “Inquisitive little thing, isn’t she?”
“You have no idea,” Jonathan said with a dramatic sigh. She’d scened with him and a guest a few weeks before, and he’d gotten so tired of her constant stream of babble that he’d gagged her.
She shivered at the memory.
Before Olivia could ask about their destination again, she heard the all-too-familiar click of the dungeon door unlocking. Oh, fuck yes. Things were about to get good.
As they filed down the stairs, the bass beat of the music vibrated through her. She had no idea where they managed to find such perfect music all the time—what was this, track twelve on Sexy Sex Dungeon Music, Vol. 4? All she knew was it managed to put her in the perfect submissive headspace within seconds, every single time.
When Aiden set her down at last, she was seated on the edge of something, her legs dangling. She felt around with her hands, and guessed she was perched on top of some kind of padded bondage table.
“Be good,” Aiden said, taking hold of her wrists and folding her hands in her lap.
Then there were more hands on her, removing her high heels, undoing the clasps on her bustier and trailing the straps slowly down her arms. There was the snip of scissors, and her brand new thong was whisked away. Unable to stop herself, she made a disappointed little sound.
Chuckling, Aiden said, “I’ll replace it, Liv. I promise.”
