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The crop came down again with enough force to make her yelp. Drake roughly grabbed her chin and crushed her lips with his. His tongue immediately demanded entry to her mouth, and he used it to dominate hers. When he pulled away, he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, and the crop came down again.
“Are you jealous? Do you enjoy being punished? Having a bratty sub has its place, but don’t forget who’s in charge tonight.” He leaned in to whisper, “Don’t worry about other women, bella. I don’t see anyone else when I’m with you. There will never be another woman for me,” he promised.
Drake held out his hand, and Alessandra took it. Drake’s closeness and dominant position made her blissfully tense inside. Feelings of euphoria built with their every touch. He helped her off the bed, his strong grip supporting her weight, and she quickly looked away.
“I want you to strip slowly. Give everyone a show.”
Alessandra’s eyes went directly to the settee where she’d last seen Noah. He was still kneeling on the ground with Jerry sitting behind him. They stared at her with rapt attention while Jerry stroked his husband’s bare chest. Her entire body flushed as she scanned the room full of strangers, knowing they would soon see her most intimate parts.
Painful arousal flooded her core, but her mind screamed yellow. Given her traumatic experiences with sex, she hadn’t consented to anything like this before. The first orgasm she’d experienced from a man was with Drake. Once he told her to imagine all her firsts were with him, and that’s exactly what she would do.
Drake’s hand settled on her lower back to ground her again. She was grateful that he offered to send everyone out of the room. She knew he would do it too if she asked, but she kept her lips clamped. This experience was theirs to own. Moving forward was a positive first step in her journey to break free from her past.
Drake removed the chains that she had almost forgotten were there. She smiled thankfully, and he motioned for her to continue. Her body moved to a sensual beat as she peeled off her top. Drake squeezed and tugged on a hardened nipple, and Alessandra felt a jolt in her center.
“Turn around. Let them see your voluptuous ass and the pretty marks we made when you remove your panties.”
She turned as Drake commanded, closing her eyes and losing herself in the moment. Slowly peeling off her panties made her feel liberated. Appreciative clapping sounded in the room as she kicked them off.
***
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Smack, smack, smack—the only sounds in the room were that of the crop connecting with Alessandra’s ass. She lost count of the lashes, and Drake chuckled darkly.
“You were supposed to count each one out loud, bella.”
“Ten, Master,” she cried.
“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me and place your hands behind your back.”
Drake swallowed the lump in his throat. He needed to show Alessandra trust and remain calm, but the sudden fear in her doe eyes made him want to kick everyone out of the room. The possessive beast rose within him, threatening to pluck the eyes of every man and woman in the room staring at her naked form.
The evening pushed every boundary of hers and was their biggest exercise in trust. He was a lucky bastard that she was willing to participate. He’d barely earned the trust she gave him, and he wouldn’t take it for granted. Trust was something that was earned over time and could be easily lost. He was determined to show Alessandra that he was worthy of her trust, even though he didn’t deserve it.
Some men called themselves Doms, but their primary objective was to break women. They were abusers in kinky disguise, like the man who’d “trained” his wife. Now that his case had gone to shit, the least he could do was get justice for her.
There were three men on Drake’s list: Anthony Russo, the man who abused his daughter and allowed others to abuse her. Drake hadn’t forgotten the bruise on Alessandra’s face on their wedding day. Luca Donato, the asshole who promised Alessandra the world and betrayed her in every way. And the masked trainer. Drake sought after his identity and wouldn’t rest until he uncovered it.
There was no owning Alessandra. His fierce and feisty wife was too beautiful to break. He learned her tells when she felt overwhelmed. She self-consciously rubbed the scars on her wrist; even the cuffs he chose weren’t enough to distract her.
Binding Alessandra wasn’t for his pleasure. It was for her. He meant it when he said he wanted to turn her traumatic experience into a positive one. The wrist cuffs would protect her from the bindings rubbing against her skin, but he still carefully chose silken cords off the wall.
Drake would never let someone he didn’t trust implicitly near his wife in such an intimate manner. He captured Alessandra’s attention while Jerry carefully took hold of her wrists and tied them behind her. Jerry was an experienced rigger and could restrain her without harm.
“Master!” Alessandra’s voice tinged with panic.
“It’s alright, dolcezza. It’s only Jerry. He is just making sure that you are safe while we play. No one else will touch you this evening. It will only be me.”
Jerry whispered in her ear, “You’ll be safe tonight, I promise. I’ll be watching and making sure of it.”
Once the bindings were in place, Jerry rounded Alessandra so she could see him before he returned to his husband.
“Now, I’d like to blindfold you. Removing your sight will heighten every other sense as we play tonight. Not having your hands or eyes will allow you to divulge in other sensual pleasures.”
Alessandra nodded, and he turned her away from the audience once more. They were offered an unobstructed view of her ass and bound hands. But the move was intended to give her privacy while he removed the black lace mask and replaced it with a silky blindfold. The club offered complete anonymity unless there was consent during private play to reveal one’s identity.
Most members chose even then to remain masked. And though some knew one another’s identity, discretion was the name of the game. Drake and Jerry knew every person currently in the room, as they were a carefully chosen audience. He’d never allow someone he didn’t know into his private sanctuary or such an intimate view of his wife.
