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She closes her eyes, then retreats from my grasp. She goes to the stage, climbs the stairs, and removes her slip dress, revealing her bare breasts. She kneels in only her silver thong and stilettos, her spine straight and her perfect round ass on her calves. She locks eyes with me, her blues I've always loved with extra heat swirling amongst the chaos.
The craziness I feel whenever I step into my Dom role ignites, torching every part of my body.
She tears her gaze off mine, lowers her head toward the floor, and waits.
Papi mutters, "It's your show now. Time to find out why your wife is here without you." He walks away, sits between his subs, and caresses the heads of those kneeling.
Electricity fills me as I stare at my wife, kneeling perfectly, waiting for me the exact way I envisioned her when I first fell for her over a decade ago.
There's no more arguing. No matter what my thoughts were, they no longer matter. The power I feel whenever she submits to me becomes a blanket, wrapping tighter around me until I can barely breathe.
I assess the stage, taking in all the sex furniture, the restraints, the St. Andrew's Cross, and the wall of toys. Everything spins in front of me. The time away from her only makes me think about all the things I've wanted to do with her and couldn't.
The only debate now is what route to take at this moment.
Whatever it is, I'm not stopping until I find out everything I need to about my wife and how to get her to come home to me.
15
Blakely
The tension crackles around me as goose bumps break out on my skin. No one in the room speaks, and I can feel their eyes studying me. I count seconds, trying to calm my quivering insides, but lose track of how many minutes pass.
Why did I say I would do this?
Everyone can see me almost bare.
I should stop this now.
An intense throbbing within me gains power, pumping blood in my lower body to areas I can never satisfy, no matter what I do to quench the cravings. Only Riggs knows how and it's been too long since he gave me what I need.
My skin heats as more adrenaline ignites in my system. He's behind me, not touching me, but I know he's there. Then, he drags his thumb down my spine, taunting me, creating a shiver so violently that my entire body shakes.
I focus on the floor, doing my best to regain control of the positions, but it takes more time than it has in the past.
Riggs's hot breath hits my ear. He whispers so no one can hear, "You're going home with me tonight."
Butterflies break out in my belly, fluttering at full force, making me dizzy. I want nothing more than to be at the beach house, waking up with Riggs next to me or going outside to watch him in the surf.
I can't. There are too many unresolved issues between us.
Don't let him leave you like he did in Detroit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to regulate my breathing, asking myself again why I agreed to put myself in this position.
"You're my wife.Mine," Riggs murmurs, his lips hitting my ear, answering the question that doesn't need an explanation.
My husband's powerful. His strength and dominance sear through me, singeing all of my atoms, curling my toes, igniting a tremor inside me I can't stop. It's everything I've missed and yearned to feel again but didn't know how to retrieve.
He adds, "Forever, pet."
I blink hard, reminding myself there's a room full of people who want to see me break. And as much as I want Riggs to do what he's an expert at, the defiant part of me accepts the challenge.
If he shatters me into millions of pieces here, will it be the same as when we're alone? Or will I feel different, somehow too exposed?
He steps around me, his shiny brown loafers an inch from my knees. He crouches, lifting my chin and pinning his dark gaze on me.
My soul awakens further. I haven't seen that expression on Riggs since Detroit when he left me on my own, dying for him to return. And a cyclone of memories spin, flashing our past encounters in my mind—from the first night when he restrained me to the towel rack, to the way he left me desperate for him on the piano. Then there's our trip to Maui when he demonstrated his different skills every day. It all flares like a siren, turning me hotter as he continues to assess me.
