"Shh." She presses one finger to my lips, silencing me. "You had your turn, husband. You got to chase me, catch me, tie me up, make me beg. Now it'smyturn to play."
I test the restraints again, pulling against them with all my strength. They don't budge. She fucking tied me up.
"Where did you even get these?" I ask, genuinely amused.
"Amazon." She laughs at the expression on my face. "What, you think you're the only one who can orderspecialtyequipment?
I'm so fucking proud I could burst.
"You brilliant, devious woman," I breathe.
Surprise flickers in her eyes.
She doesn't know me as well as she thinks she does. Not if she thought I'd be anything other than completely, devastatingly turned on by this.
"You're not mad?" she asks, and for just a second, the confident predator wavers, replaced by my wife—the woman who still sometimes can't believe I love her as much as I do.
"Mad?" I let out a laugh that echoes off the stone walls. "Seraphina, you just pulled off the most elaborate counter-ambush I've ever seen. You found my plans, coordinated everything, drugged me with my own sedative, and tied me to the same chaise where I just made you come umpteen times. Mad doesn't begin to cover what I'm feeling."
"What are you feeling, then?"
I hold her gaze through both our masks. "I'm feeling like I married the most incredible woman on the planet. And I'm feeling like if you don't do something with that power you're holding over me, I might actually lose my mind."
Her smile returns, slower this time, more genuine. "Well. When you put it like that."
She moves toward me with a confidence I've never seen from her before. In all our games, all our scenarios, she's always been the prey. The one who runs, who gets caught, who surrenders. Even when she's on top in bed, there's always an understanding that I'm letting her have control.
This is different. This is her taking control—not because I gave it to her, but because she claimed it for herself.
And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
She straddles my hips, settling her weight over my rapidly hardening cock. The silk robe parts, and I can feel the heat of her against me, separated by nothing. She's wet—I can feel that too. Whatever she's been doing while I was unconscious, it's turned her on as much as it's turning me on now.
"I've thought about this," she says, rolling her hips slightly. Just enough friction to make me groan. "For weeks, I've been thinking about what I would do when I finally had you at my mercy."
"And what did you decide?" My voice comes out strained.
"Everything." She echoes my words from earlier, and the symmetry of it makes me want to kiss her and strangle her in equal measure. "I decided I want everything, Luke. The same way you always take everything from me."
She leans down, her lips brushing my ear. "I'm going to tease you the way you teased me. Make you beg the way you made me beg. And when you're completely desperate, when you're out of your mind with wanting me..."
She pulls back, meeting my eyes through the masks.
"Then I'll take what I want."
I've never been more turned on in my life. I've also never been less in control, and the combination is doing something to my brain that I can't fully process. I'm usually the one making threats, making promises, dictating the terms of our games.
Being on the receiving end is... different. Disorienting. Exhilarating in ways I didn't expect.
"Seraphina." Her name comes out a desperate whisper.
"Yes, husband?" She's enjoying this. I can see it in the curve of her lips, hear it in the purr of her voice.
"Whatever you're going to do to me..." I swallow hard. "Do it. Please."
Her eyebrows rise above the mask. "Did you just say please?"
"Don't get used to it."
