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“Relax, principessa,” he says as I clench my anus tightly, all trace of the bliss I felt just seconds ago evaporating. “It will go better for you if you relax.”

“I can’t.”

Fear has got a hold of me and no matter how much I tell myself I can do this, I can’t shake the notion that there’s something shameful and wrong about letting him into that forbidden place. It’s going to hurt and leave me feeling dirty and used.

Tears slide down my cheeks, wetting the blindfold still blocking out my sight.

“Please, Leo,” I beg. “Don’t.”

The head of his cock presses against me and I grit my teeth. This is it. This is the moment when I learn how ruthless my new husband is. I just hope I’ll be able to forgive him.

CHAPTER 13

Leo

Tears don’t affect me. People use them as a tool to persuade me to show mercy and I can’t recall a single occasion when that worked. Usually, watching someone cry only makes me angrier, more determined to inflict pain. I can’t stand people trying to manipulate me.

Seeing Vinnie breaking down is different. Her tears have caught me off guard. She asked for a safe word but hasn’t used it, so I’m not sure if she really wants me to stop or if she’s simply experiencing a moment of nervousness. I position the head of my cock at the entrance to her virgin ass.

“Please, Leo. Don’t.”

There’s no denying the fear in her voice. As her sobbing intensifies, I realize she isn’t comfortable with me claiming this last part of her. I could push on, make her see that it’s not as bad as whatever she’s imagining, but it turns out I’m not as big a bastard as people think. I can’t do this to a woman I’ve vowed to honor and protect.

“Hey, principessa.” Softness doesn’t come naturally to me, but I try to be gentle as I sit on the edge of the bed and pull Vinnie onto my lap. “It’s okay.”

Untying the blindfold, I remove it and toss it aside. Enormous, tear-filled brown eyes blink up at me. Vinnie’s shoulders shake as she tries to get her emotions under control. Holding her tight so I don’t drop her, I lean down and grab my pants off the floor where I tossed them. I fish a key out of the pocket and reach behind Vinnie to unfasten her cuffs. With her arms now free, I half expect her to slap me in the face for pushing her too far, but she surprises me by flinging her arms around my neck. She clings to me, seeking comfort.

“I’m sorry.” Her breathing is uneven. “I got scared.”

That makes me feel like shit. “You don’t need to be scared of me, Vinnie. I might do some questionable things, but I would never force you. Not like that.”

She nods, accepting my assurance, and burrows into my chest. I never thought I’d say it, but holding my woman close like this feels pretty damned good. We stay like that for several minutes and then Vinnie pulls away. I think she’s going to clamber off my lap, but what she does is put her hands on my shoulders to help her balance as she straddles my lap.

Biting her plump bottom lip, she gazes at me, her cheeks streaked red. I curve a hand around her cheek and wipe away the last of her tears.

“I was supposed to submit to your desires,” she says, her tone tinged with uncertainty. “Will you indulge mine instead?”

I sweep her hair back over her shoulder so I can see her face more clearly. “What do you have in mind?”

Anything that involves her tying me up or spanking me is out of the question, but I don’t imagine that’s what she’s fantasizing about. My wife prefers to be dominated.

“I want to play hide and seek. When you find me, I want you to hold me down and fuck me into oblivion.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. Since it’s only a few minutes since she was in floods of tears, I want to make sure I’ve got this right. “So you want me to be rough with you?”

“Yes.” She rubs the back of her neck as her cheeks redden. “Just don’t touch my bottom.”

I have no idea how I manage not to laugh. With her posh British accent, Vinnie sounds like a prim schoolmistress. She has nothing to worry about. Until she’s comfortable with the idea, I’m not going to try to fuck her ass.

“Okay, principessa. Shall I count to ten?”

“Pfft! Make it fifty. I don’t know my way around the apartment yet. I need time to find a good hiding spot.”

“Twenty.” Now that the mischievous glimmer has returned to Vinnie’s eye, I can’t wait to have her at my mercy.

“Twenty-five,” she counters.

Deciding to let her have the last word, I nod, then immediately start counting down.

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