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“She’s got a point,” Archer shrugged and nodded at me.
We laughed again, and finally, my stomach flip-flopped and gave a loud groan of protest.
“God, we haven’t fed her yet,” Kingston exclaimed. “We’ve got waffles and bacon. And those hash browns you love so much.”
“You know how to spoil a girl,” I grinned and followed him into the kitchen, at last, the ring on my finger a reminder of their love. I couldn’t help but look at it and roll my hand around in the light, enjoying its beauty.
“No, we know how to spoil our fiancé,” Ryker said, pouring me a big mug of black Americano at long last.
I savored the taste of it as they served me brunch. I added fresh, sunny-side-up fried eggs to my bacon and waffles, took a few orange slices and some melon and sat back to ponder how I’d managed to get such an incredible life.
I was the luckiest girl in the world.
No, check that.
I was the luckiest fiancé in the world.
And nothing in life could ever ruin that for me. Whatever happened in the coming years, I would always have this moment with my Kings, and I would remember it forever.
* * *
“You guys,”I said and opened yet another present. So far, almost every gift under the tree had been mine, but again, I had four to buy for, and they had four of them buying for me. I guess that made sense, but I still felt a little pang of guilt when they were finished with their gifts, and I was still going. “Is this what I think it is?”
So far, most of mine had been jewelry, shoes, makeup, and fashion that they nailed perfectly. I suspected Penny and Neve had helped with some, and my personal assistant, Gilles, had helped with the rest. His husband was a designer, and I loved his work as much as I loved supporting somebody just starting out. My Kings honored my wishes that way. Most of what they’d given me had been from small artists and businesses in an attempt to spread our wealth around as much as we could to those who needed it.
I hoped at the end of my life, I could face whatever was on the other side with a clear conscience by balancing my bad deeds with good deeds. So far, my good far outweighed the bad, especially since everybody seemed to have settled down in their vendettas against Ivan and the Popolov Empire.
The Organization was still at work, though, and I was still at work hiring people to chip away at them. As they say, you eat an elephant one bite at a time, so I was going to take them down one person at a time.
“That depends,” Ryker chuckled as I began to unwrap the long box I was holding.
“Depends on what?” I asked, looking up.
“On what you think it is, of course,” he replied, and I groaned at his dad joke.
I finally tore all the paper off and opened the box, taking out exactly what I wanted. A fancy leather restraint system done by a guy in Japan who specialized in bondage gear. Normally his work took years to obtain, and there was such a waiting list, so I wondered how they’d managed to get it done so fast.
“Not fast at all, princess,” Archer said. “We ordered this for you a couple of years back. It finally arrived in November.”
“It’s so pretty,” I said and ran my fingers along the butter-soft black leather. It would keep a person restrained in a position that left them open and exposed to whoever wanted to slip inside of them.
I would wear it, of course, allowing my body to be used by my Kings, especially if they put a ball gag in my mouth. We hadn’t explored much, but I was ready to test the waters and find out how we all wound up in the spectrum of bondage and discipline.
I suspected I would be pretty dominant, but this harness would allow me to have the freedom of no control, and I couldn’t wait to try it.
“Here’s another,” Ryker said, handing me a little box. “Open it, and we can use it later after everybody leaves.”
I tore through the paper and lifted the lid on the box. I found a metallic vibrator nestled in the black velvet interior, and it was shiny and intriguing.
Next to it was a remote control. I looked up, and they were all smiling.
“What’s this for?” I asked, furrowing my brow.
“It’s for us to play a little game. Like Russian Roulette, but with your pussy,” Kingston chuckled. “We spin a dial and find out who gets to use the remote for the night.”
I was about to open my mouth and suggest we use it immediately, but the front door of the cabin flung open, and snow billowed all around as Ivan’s voice boomed out, “Merry Christmas!”
And just like that, our sexy fun came to an end while we turned to entertain our families.
