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He circles my clit slowly with the vibrator as my climax builds again. If he denies me this time, I think I’m going to cry. My whole body is burning for a release that I have no control over.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, grinding my pussy against the vibrator with all the movement I’m capable of.“Please,can I come?”
“Beg,” he growls, hand wrapping around my throat. “Be a good girl and beg me for.”
“Please!” I plead, abandoning any sense of dignity, of self-control. “Please, Alessandro, I need it. I need it so bad. Please,please…”
“Come for me, good girl,” he purrs, rubbing the vibrator against my clit. “You can let go now. You’ve earned it.”
My eyes roll back as the pleasure hits me like a tidal wave, washing away everything else.
***
My legs are shaky from two consecutive orgasms as my husband leads me to the beach house, holding my leash.
“That second one seemed like a strong one,” he says, looking satisfied as he opens the door for me.
“They were both strong,” I admit, barely able to meet his eyes. “Fuck, something about that denial just makes me explode.”
Alessandro grins. “Good things come to those who wait. Maybe I should make you beg more often.”
“Maybe you should. Oh, god dammit. I’m going to regret saying that.”
“You said that same thing when we first got married. Doesn’t seem like you’ve regretted it.”
“I said that?”
“Yeah. That first conversation about the dom/sub stuff. You told me you liked the orgasm control, that it made your orgasms stronger. Then you said you would regret saying that.”
“You have a hell of a memory.”
“For stuff like that? Yeah, I do. I was so excited about that conversation. I thought about it the entire night.”
“Aw. I didn’t know that.”
“I couldn’t believe how perfect you were for me.”
“Now you’re just being sappy.”
He shakes his head. “I thought you were perfect for me then, and I think you’re even more perfect for me now. I can’t believe I’ve had you for ten years.”
Alessandro uses the leash to pull me closer to him, and we kiss. It’s such a perfect reflection of our relationship: him saying sweet, romantic things, even as I’m naked, collared, and leashed.
“I’m so lucky to have you, Ava,” he tells me, breaking the kiss and nuzzling my forehead gently. “You, and our family. There’s nothing that means more to me than you and the kids. You know that, right?”
I rest my head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. “I know. We’re lucky, too. Who would have thought you would turn out to be such a great dad?”
“Not me,” he chuckles. “Not me.”
***
My ankle is tied to the bedpost in the beach house when I wake up the next morning.
“Look,” says Alessandro, holding up his phone. “Isabella sent us a picture.”
On his phone screen is a picture of our five-year-old twins, Daniel and Natala. They’re posing, identical big grins on each of their faces. Daniel is doing the two-fingered “bunny ears” gesture behind his sister’s head.
“I wonder how long it took her to get that shot,” I laugh. “Aw, look at them. They’re so sweet.”
