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“You want to hit another club?” Nico asks. “Somewhere less controversial, perhaps?”

When I shared my plans for tonight with him, he didn’t hold back on letting me know he thought I was crazy for walking into enemy territory. I glance over at Vinnie and raise my eyebrows in question. She shakes her head.

“No,” I tell Nico as Vinnie fastens her seatbelt. “Take us home.”

I have a long night planned for my wife and I can’t wait to get started.

CHAPTER 12

Vinnie

The longer Leo keeps me waiting, the more hot and bothered I get. He worked me into a frenzy in the elevator using those skilled fingers of his, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Then he left me hanging. He patted me on the ass and sent me to the bedroom to get ready for him while he went to fetch a few things. Intrigued to find out what he’s planning, I want him to get in here and finish what he started.

As soon as I got to the bedroom, I stripped off my clothes, expecting Leo to join me in a minute or two. It’s been at least ten and I’m still waiting. This is obviously a test of some kind. Does he want me to come looking for him? Perhaps he wants me to crawl to him on my hands and knees to beg him for the climax he denied me. Whatever his game is, I’m not playing.

I should show him what I think of being kept waiting by putting on my pajamas and getting into bed. It’s been an eventful night, what with seeing Daniele for the first time in months and running into one of my asshole cousins who I’ve never met. I’m tired after all that. If I got into bed, I could be asleep in minutes. Yet, as tempted as I am to do that, I want to see what Leo has in store for me. I promised to submit to his desires and I need to know what that entails.

As I pace the floor, silently cursing Leo, I wonder if I should be kneeling. It would send the message that I’m at his command, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed. Leaning back on my palms, I cross my legs at the ankles. I tilt my head and my hair tumbles over my left shoulder. Do I look seductive, yet cool and aloof? I hope so. I want Leo to think I can take him or leave him.

A few more minutes pass. My arms are getting stiff when the door finally opens and Leo walks in. He’s stripped off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal strong, masculine forearms. He’s carrying a few items. The first to draw my attention is a pair of handcuffs. They’re not the soft padded type you buy for dabbling in a little bondage. They’re proper metal cuffs like the ones the police use. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say they’re the cuffs men like my new husband secure some poor soul with when they’re about to interrogate them.

The other items he has are a black strip of fabric, which I guess is a blindfold, and a black leather-covered paddle. It’s a long rectangle with a short braided handle. That’s not something he had lying around the house just in case he decided to spank a woman someday. It’s a clear sign that he’s no novice with BDSM or whatever this is.

He looks me up and down, and his lips twitch as if he’s fighting a smile. “I might have known I wouldn’t find you on your knees.”

I push myself up into a seated position and dangle my legs off the end of the bed. “Did you want me on my knees?”

Leo shakes his head slowly. “No, I don’t think so.” He beckons to me with his finger. “Come here.”

I slide off the bed and cross the space between us. It’s only about six paces but with each one, my arousal grows a little. By the time I reach Leo, my pulse is racing and my clit fluttering. It’s unbelievable how turned on I am by this man. He’s not even touching me, but I can feel his fingers roaming all over my body.

Though I’m self-conscious since this man is still a stranger to me, I stand in front of him, arms by my sides. I don’t try to cover myself. Leo’s eyes rake over me and I shuffle awkwardly from one foot to the other. My nervousness is on full display, but Leo’s face is completely impassive. If not for the dark gleam in his eye, I wouldn’t think he was affected by me at all. I need to emulate his poker face if I want any part of me to remain a mystery to this man.

“Turn around,” he instructs me.

It’s not what I expected him to ask me to do, but I obey immediately, excited to discover what he has in mind. When I turn my back, he steps closer, pressing his front to my back. His body heat warms my flesh. He puts his arms around me and holds the black strip of fabric in front of my face.

“How do you feel about being blindfolded?” he murmurs.

It surprises me that he asked. “Do you care?”

“Of course I do. This isn’t a punishment, principessa.”

I turn around to face him. “So what is it?”

“It’s a chance to explore our desires.”

“Do I get a safe word?”

“Sure, if you think you need it.”

Is he asking me to trust him to know when I’ve reached my limit? Perhaps if we’d been together longer, I would consider it, but he can’t possibly read my responses accurately yet. He already spanked me without a safe word, but out there in the living room I’d felt as if I had an escape route. In here, with handcuffs in play, I’d be helpless.

“Will you honor it if I use a safe word?”

Leo’s jaw clenches. The question pissed him off, but I had to ask. I’d love to trust him, but I can’t, even if my gut tells me he’s not what his reputation suggests. It would be crazy to place my faith in him so soon after walking into his life. I doubt he trusts me, either.

“Pick a word,” he says, his tone so flat I wonder if I hurt him.

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