“If I could go back and do it all differently, I would,” he says, looking at me.
“Well, I wouldn’t. You were never good enough for me, and no one compares to Fiero.” I palm my husband’s cheek. “Every other man pales into insignificance.” I look into Fiero’s eyes, and I’m instantly mesmerized. “Goodbye, Damiano,” I say, not looking at him as I lean in and kiss my husband.
Fiero hauls me into his lap, uncaring we’re in public, kissing me passionately because he needs to stamp his mark all over me, and I’m A-okay with that. When we finally break apart, panting and wearing matching lust-filled eyes, my ex is gone, Zumo has taken care of the check, and the tables surrounding us are clapping and cheering.
Fiero’s grin is smug in the extreme as he sets me on my feet and clasps my hand. “Let’s go home, my love. I have plans for you.”
32
FIERO
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I ask, standing back and inspecting my wife as her wide eyes scan the four corners of my sex room.
I mapped out every square inch and was very specific with the interior designer I hired to create this private space. Walls covered with red and black Gothic-style wallpaper meet black-stained hardwood floors. Soft, plush red-and-gold rugs cover parts of the floor in and around the various pieces of equipment. A built-in shelving unit houses toys, lube, condoms, towels, and various other supplies. The large bed at the back of the room is dressed in expensive black silk sheets and an abundance of soft pillows and silky red, black and gold cushions. Mirrored panels over the bed should add an extra dimension to our fun. Lighting is low, sending a sultry red glow all over the space.
“I was curious what was behind the locked door, but I never imagined any of this.” Her fingers sweep over the smooth edge of the St. Andrew’s Cross with intrigue written all over her face.
“I probably should have shown you before we got married,” I say, coming up behind her, “but I wanted it to be a surprise.” I tip her chin up andangle her head so she’s looking back at me. “I want to play with you, kitten.”
She gulps nervously, but she can’t disguise the excitement in her eyes. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” I wrap my arm around her waist and graze my teeth up and down her neck. “Let’s take a shower first.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her into the large bathroom and turn her to face the mirror over the sinks. I leave her there for a second while I choose the music, pressing the button on the wall-mounted pad when I’ve made my selection. Soft, sensual music filters into the background, which I hope will help to relax her. “Don’t be nervous,” I say as I slowly lower the zipper on her dress, feeling her trembling against my fingers. “I will take good care of you, and if you want to stop, I will.”
“I trust you.” She looks at me through the mirror as I push the dress off her shoulders, and it glides down her body like liquid silk.
I bend down and lift it, hanging it on a hanger at the back of the door. “You’re like a sexy angel in that lingerie,” I admit, staring at the generous swell of her tits in her white lace teddy. It winds elegantly along the dip in her waist and over the curve of her hips. Her legs look super long in her high heels, and I’m already painfully hard just looking at her. Her taut nipples are poking through the thin material, and my mouth is watering in anticipation. “Makes me want to dirty you all up.” I spear her with a dark look full of promise. “Take it off, baby. I want to see all of you.”
She maintains eye contact as she slowly peels it off her body, kicking it away. Her stance is regal as she stands before me completely bared. I’ve spent weeks exploring every inch of her beautiful body, but she still steals my breath every time I look at her. “You’re stunning, Mrs. Maltese.”
“Thank you,” she whispers in a breathy voice that sends shivers racing all over my expectant flesh.
Crouching before her, I remove her shoes and set her on her feet. She watches as I undress, her tongue darting out to lick her lips while she presses her thighs together. “Horny, baby?” I purr, pressing her back against the glass shower door. My dick jerks against her stomach, and she emits a delightful whimper that almost has me blowing my load. “Shall I check?” Her legs part automatically to let my hand through. I push one finger inside her, and I’m instantly coated in the evidence of her arousal. “Drenched.” I kiss her lips once and pull back. “You’re such a good girl, kitten. Always hungry for my cock.” Taking her hand, I wrap it around my erection, using her hand to stroke me slowly. I kiss her again before moving aside to turn the shower on.
After testing the water, I pull her in, taking my time washing every gorgeous inch of her.
“Hands on the wall and ass out,” I instruct, keeping her under the cascade of water as she obeys. It never fails to ignite my blood when she does what’s she told. “Part your cheeks and hold them for me.” She obliges without hesitation, and I carefully wash her crack and the edge of her puckered hole before planting a kiss right there. She shivers, and I silently fist pump the air.
I quickly wash myself, and then we get out. After wrapping her in a towel, I dry every inch of her tempting body, blow-dry her hair, and secure it in a messy bun on top of her head. Then I lie her on the bed and rub scented oil all over her body until she’s fully relaxed and smiling. “How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Wonderful.” She peers at me with a dreamy expression on her face.
I sit on the edge of the bed and cup her tits. “I want you to know you’re the first woman to be in this room, apart from the woman I hired to outfit this space.”
“I was going to ask, but then I decided I didn’t want to know. This pleases me.”
I lean down and kiss her. “I was saving it for you.” I caress her body, loving how sensitive she is to my touch. “There are a few rules for when we play in here. We’ll use a traffic light system. If you are happy to continue, you say green when I ask. If you’re unsure or you want me to take it slower, say yellow. If I’m doing something you don’t like or you’re in pain and it’s not the pleasurable kind, you say red.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.” I press my mouth to her stomach and nuzzle my face against her warm soft skin. “I know spanking is off-limits, for now, and I’m not going to push you too far tonight. We’ll go through a list tomorrow, and we can determine if there’s anything else you don’t want to try. For now, I’m going to tie you up, blindfold you, and fuck your ass on the bench. Any objections?”
She audibly gulps, shaking her head.
“Words, kitten. Use your words.”
“No objections.”
I eyeball her, inwardly smirking as she frowns. “Sir,” I say. “No objections, sir.”
