As soon as it’s off, I glance up at my husband.
His dark eyes are full of fury.
I shiver. My nipples peak. My hands drift up to them and start tweaking, intensifying the sensation. Prolonging it. Savoring it. It is a gift from my Carlo and should be cherished.
Carlo’s heated gaze fixes on what I am doing, even though he is still burning with a dark rage.
“Oh my poor love,” I croon. “I’ve pushed you too far. I’m so sorry.”
He doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. He is rather distracted by my nipples right now. It’s understandable.
I arch so that my very short top rides up, allowing Carlo to fully see what I am doing. His eyes darken and his cheeks flush. He is full of rage and lust. It’s positively delightful.
“You prefer to be in control.” I say. “I understand, I really do. I would prefer for it to be like that too.”
My hands fall down to my sides. Carlo glares at me. I can tell that it’s on the tip of his tongue to order me to continue, and while that would be lovely, I have an even better idea.
I nod thoughtfully. “You are ready.”
His expression turns concerned, but soon he will see there is absolutely nothing to be worried about. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I glide over to the bedside cabinet and retrieve the lube along with the special butt plug. As I humO Mio Babbino Carosoftly, I slather the plug with a generous amount of lube.
Carlo’s eyes are glued to my actions. He can’t look away. I have his full, rapt attention. Some might say he is a captive audience, but they are wrong. Carlo wants to be here, with me. He just doesn’t know it yet.
There, all lubed up and ready. I flash Carlo a happy smile. Then, I move the gloop-covered plug to my hole. My husband is well-endowed, and he was just inside me, so now I’m all open and sloppy with his cum.
Still humming opera, I ease the plug in. The fresh lube mixes with the old, as well as Carlo’s gift. It makes a loud squelching sound as it goes in.
Carlo groans. A deep, manly groan, all the way from somewhere deep in his chest. He immediately bites his bottom lip and looks aghast that he made a sound. My silly man, heshould know by now how much I love hearing him. There is not a single thing about him I don’t love.
My humming turns into soft singing as I reach into the drawer and pull out the special handcuffs. Carlo’s eyes widen, and a worry line forms on his brow. He really is the sweetest man alive.
It’s a bit tricky to put the handcuffs on myself, but I manage it. The lock clicks into place with a soft digital beep. Now my wrists are bound together in front of me.
Carlo is staring intently. It’s the most intense look I’ve ever seen on his handsome face.
A happy giggle bubbles out of me as I press the small remote into the palm of his bound hand, and gently close his fingers around it.
I step back and hold my cuffed wrists up for him to see.
“There is a timer on the lock. My own invention.”
Carlo’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
“I can’t get out of these. I’m stuck until the timer runs out. And you are stronger than me. Now that you have the remote, I can’t get it off of you.”
I pause. The flow of emotions crossing Carlo’s face is fascinating to observe. He is really going through it as he processes his new situation.
I take in a deep breath and let it out with glee and satisfaction.
“For the next hour, I’m all yours, my love. You are in full control.”
It’s true. With my hands like this, I can’t remove the plug. I certainly can’t wrest the remote control from him now that it’s in his grip. I’m entirely at his mercy.
His eyes gleam. Predatory. Feral and wicked. It’s a look that dances over me and shivers down my spine.
Carlo’s thumb fumbles over the remote. He can’t see the controller, bless him, but he will figure it out soon, I have no doubt.
