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I don’t have time to contemplate what he means because we return to the ballroom. Enzo’s waiting near the dance floor, and he wraps his arms around me. We move together for our first dance, and it’s like we’re floating.
“Are you happy,piccolina?”
“Beyond words, Daddy.”
“We’re cutting the cake after this, then we’re leaving.”
A shiver skids along my spine. When we talked about it more, neither of us loved the idea of other people seeing us together when we go to a BDSM club together. We’d go incognito, but I don’t like the idea of women getting turned on by watching my husband of a few hours. Enzo nearly lost his mind when I pointed that out, and he realized men would do the same.
Even if we weren’t exhibitionists, we’d want the privacy of our home to take our time. So we did some ordering the night he came back from that place he won’t name. Things have been arriving ever since. He won’t let me into the spare bedroom in what’s now our penthouse. He’s even gone so far as to change the doorknob so that it locks. He’s been assembling shit at odd hours, which only heightens my anticipation. He knows that too.
“Cut small pieces then, Daddy.”
Enzo twirls me around the floor until the music ends. We end up compromising, so I can have the father-daughter dance, and Enzo can have the mother-son dance. Then it’s quick slices of cake — neither of us would ever smash it in the other’s face — then Marco and Liz are helping us to sneak out. As Marco agrees to escort Liz back inside, I’m still not sure what to make of the expression he had when my sister and I came out of the restroom. But I don’t think about it for long. We make out on the ride home, but my dress makes it difficult to do anything more in the limo. But the second we’re in our bedroom, all bets are off.
“Why, Mrs. Mancinelli, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
Enzo’s hand glides up my inner thighs.
“Mr. Mancinelli told me he’d burn any I ever tried to wear again.”
“This husband of yours sounds like an ogre.”
“He redeems himself. The things that man can do with his tongue.”
I giggle as Enzo launches an attack, licking and nipping at my throat. My handsome husband. The man I met again by chance. The man I love and trust more than anyone or anything in the world.
“Piccolina mia, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”
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