I FOUND MY WIFE IN the kitchen, reorganizing some of the kitchen appliances to her preference.
Francesca heard me the moment I entered the apartment, turning to face me with a sweet smile. “Hey, babe–”
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her as deep as I could. Her hands came to my face, holding on the sides of my jaw, as she kissed me back just as hard.
We kissed like we were starving for each other. Like we hadn’t seen each other in days instead of couple hours.
We kissed like it would never be enough.
Francesca’s hands lowered from my jaw to my neck, her sharp nails digging into my jugular.
Breaking the kiss, I held her close to me still, both of us breathless.
“Listen…” I started, little unsure what I was doing with this woman. “You like me, right?”
She frowned, then a small mischievous smirk played on her lips. “You been listening to rumors,Capo?”
“I hearmi Donnahas quite the appetite for blood.”
“Hm…” She teased me, her manicured finger slipping inside the open collar of my shirt, and running over my chest. “I hear that’s no measure forDiablo.”
I looked deep into her eyes, and I could’ve sworn the fire inside her burned brighter.
Turning her towards the stairs, I slapped her ass, sending her in that direction. “Bedroom. Now.”
Francesca smirked at me over her shoulder, already heading up the stairs and teasing me with the sway of her hips.
“I want you naked, in the center of the bed, legs spread and waiting for me.” I flashed her one of my sincere smiles. “Or there will be punishment.”
“You promise?” She bit her bottom lip.
“Francesca…”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a giggle before rushing up the stairs to our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
There was another first for both of us.
I stood there for a moment, watching her ass in that tight dress before heading to my office. From the desk drawer, I grabbed a tie and a pair of handcuffs – hiding the later in my back pocket. On the way back, I threw the tie around my neck and stopped by the kitchen, getting a glass and filling it with ice from the fridge.
By the time I made it upstairs, Francesca was waiting for me and ready to play. I stopped at the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over my mouth at the way she sat there, naked in the center of the mattress, legs parted and waiting for me. Her knees swinged slowly from side to side
“Come here, baby.”
Francesca smirked, moving to her knees and crawling slowly to me.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, cupping her face when she stopped in front of me.
“Yes…”
“Alright. I’m going to put handcuffs on you. And then I’m going to blindfold you,mi Donna.”
“Why?”
I cupped her chin. “Because I want to make you come harder than you ever have before.”
“Okay…” She breathed out with a little smile.
