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“Ten past. I’m on my way!”
Eden’s not the only chicken. I turn tail and run.
And Adriano has the balls to make mewait.I’m kneeling, my hands on my thighs, in the corner of our private room wearing nothing but my birthday suit while I wait.
And wait.
My legs are starting to get a little numb when I decide to close my eyes and bring myself to the present.
The carpet is soft under my knees, likely installed here for this exact purpose. Muffled voices filter in from outside, likely a good crowd going to hear the presentation by Madame Beau, the guest speaker who came tonight for an audio-visual presentation I’m admittedly curious about.
And as I kneel on the floor, waiting for my husband…my husband… I realize that Bella Notte isn’t just about sex, or BDSM, but so much more.
I think about Eden, losing herself madly, deeply, head over heels to Sergio.
I think about Adriano, seeking me out as a masked Dom, discovering what I like and what I don’t, all the while cloaked in anonymity. Finding his own place in this world and the cathartic release of a place that welcomes all of him, as he is, with no exceptions.
It’s about belonging. Family. Finding your true self.
I think about the friends I have, the people I’ve met, and what I’ve learned about myself along the way, and I realize… it’s about love. Unconditional love.
The door opens. I keep my head bowed, my hands on my knees, and I even stop breathing for a moment. My mind races, yet my body longs for my husband’s touch. I draw in a shallow breath as a tingling sensation vibrates through my body. My temperature rises and there’s a deep ache between my legs.
“Look at what a good girl you are,” Adriano says in a voice like velvet-wrapped sex. I lick my lips and swallow. “I’m so proud of you for listening and following my instructions. You deserve a reward for being a good girl.Afteryou’ve been punished.”
Heat rises in my lower stomach. My palms grow slippery on my naked skin while I wait. My body tenses with anticipation, as I know I’m facing both pleasure and pain. I’m already drowning in the irresistible combination of fear and desire coursing through my veins.
“You know,” he says quietly, walking toward me. I let my gaze drift lazily to his heavy black boots and faded jeans and swallow hard. “This punishment isn’t about revenge. What is this really about, Quinn? Tell me, baby.”
Adriano kneels on one knee in front of me and holds my chin in his hand.
“Love and trust,” I whisper. My nipples tighten and I begin to tremble with fear. My heart beats ferociously against my rib cage.
“I want you to remember who’s in charge, baby. This is a reminder thatI’min control.”
I nod, eager and so ready to give back that control and trust him again.
My chin between his fingers, he holds my gaze. “Tell me, Quinn. What did you do to deserve this punishment?”
My words are thick with arousal and a strange need to put this behind us. “I wasn’t honest with you, and I snooped behind your back.”
Adriano’s fiery eyes bore into mine, intense and heated and so passionate I’m shaking. “What should you have done instead?”
“Asked you,” I say in a rush of words.
“You know no matter how this feels, you will still be mine and I will always love you.”
I close my eyes to the rush of emotion before I open them and nod. “I do. And I will always love you.”
Emotional connection and trust.
Self-awareness and understanding.
“I want you to remember your commitment to me and the rules I have in place.”
Oh, fuckity fuck fuck FUCK, Adriano is in FULL-ON Dom mode, and I’m going to spontaneously self-combust.
I shake as he kisses my forehead, stands, and walks to where all our tools lie ready, by our bedside.
