I sped a few roads away on my bike, then pulled over to call Alessio and Gio. After I’d filled them in, I forced myself to calm down, knowing they would be using every resource we had to find those men who threatened Piero. It wasn’t often that a situation bothered me as much as this, but just knowing that Aria was at the centre of it somehow had me shaking with rage. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. She was in the safest place. At my side. No one was taking her from me.
I needed myBella Ribelle.She was mine. The very thought of her waiting at home, naked and desperate for me, had me zooming between cars to get back in record time.
I was already undoing my cufflinks and rolling up my sleeves, my dick hardening against my zip, as the lift doors opened to my apartment. I heard the sound of hurried footsteps along the polished floors down the hallway and smirked. Of course, she didn’t do what she was fucking told. I stepped out and nodded at Big-T—Belio.
“Go for lunch,” I ordered, knowing I already had ample men on guard in the building and that I didn’t need him to overhear my wife’s moans. He swapped places with me in the lift, and as I headed for my room, I spotted Raya coming out of the living area.
“Put your headphones on and read for the next two hours. Don’t take them off unless you want to be traumatised by hearing me fucking my wife.”
Her face scrunched up in disgust. “Ew. Too much information, Sani. And two hours?”
My lips twisted. “At least. Three if you want to be extra safe.”
“Gross,” she muttered before slamming her bedroom door shut.
I opened mine and stood in the doorway. Big, alert blue eyes stared up at me from her kneeling position on the floor. Her naked tits rose and fell rapidly, as if she’d just run a marathon, and she looked… guilty as fuck.
“Looking a little out of breath there,Bella Ribelle.”
She swallowed, squeezing her hands together behind her back and holding my gaze. My dick throbbed beneath my trousers as I took her in. She was a work of art. Maybe I’d ask Elle to paint her just like this so I could hang it on every wall in my apartment.
Leaning my shoulder against the door frame, I pulled out the paper and added one more tally mark to the list. Eleven punishments. Eleven orgasms I was about to deny her. Enough to have tears stream down her face with indescribable need. By the time I’d used her body in every way possible, she’d be begging for release. If she could last that long…
Surrender
Oh shit.
He had that look in his eyes. The same one I’d seen on our wedding night, before he tied me up and spanked me. Pure, unadulterated menace.
He knew I hadn’t stayed in here the whole time, waiting for him like his obedient little wife. He probably knew I wouldn’t, the moment he gave me the order. Whatever. What was one more, anyway? The coffee and bonding with Raya were worth it.
He shut the door and walked past me into the dressing room.
“How did it go with mypapi?”
“He’s on board. We’ll discuss it later.”
The knot that had been tied in my stomach since he left began to loosen.
He didn’t look at me as he added, “Right now, we aren’t thinking about your father.”
He crouched down, still wearing his designer shoes, and I had to stop myself from drooling at the sight of his fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black trousers that stretched across his muscular thighs. He was effortlessly sexy, even fully dressed, and it was quite annoying. The fact that I was completely naked… even more annoying. Especially because it made the whole situation feel even hotter.
He opened a cupboard I’d never noticed before and then pulled out three drawers. My eyes widened as I watched him lift the first few items.
A silk blindfold. A strange bar with leather wrist straps. And a leather tassel flogger.
He walked back towards me and then set them out on the bed behind my back. I didn’t dare move or speak; the anticipation was so intense that my skin burned and my pussy clenched as I pressed my thighs together. This didn’t look like a punishment. This looked like a bloody good time. I loved being tied up. I loved being blindfolded. And after the other night, I definitely loved being spanked.
Without a word, he walked past me again, leaving traces of his delicious,masculine cologne in the air, then went back to the cupboard. His next journey made me even more excited. There were toys. Vibrators, clit stimulators, scented lube, and, oh… shit. Was that an anal plug? I swallowed. I’d dabbled in anal play with toys before and let my exes use a finger, and it was okay, but I’d never let anyone fuck my ass. I’d never found the idea arousing. But… with Sani… maybe.
The last thing he collected sent my heart rate tripping over itself. He was carrying the bright pink strap-on I’d ordered online just to horrify him. The attached dildo was about the same size as his dick. There was no way he actually thought I was serious about pegging him? He wasn’t going to suggest we do it? I didn’t think I could. I needed to do research. I needed to… not be freaking out.
When he saw my face, he tried to hide his amusement but failed. I exhaled. Okay, he was messing with me. I deserved that. Still, he threw it down on the bed with the rest and loomed over me.
“What’s your safe word,Ribelle?”
I tilted my head back to stare up at him, my heart fluttering and my stomach twisting with excitement and anxiety. “Piadina.”
