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“Yes, Master.”
Alessandra scooted off the bed and removed the skirt. She stood before Drake in nothing more than a lacy purple rosebud bra.
“That too, Alessandra.”
She obeyed and stood naked before him.
“You know what to do.”
She crawled back onto the bed and knelt the way he liked.
Drake rummaged through a drawer in his nightstand and removed a pair of red leather handcuffs connected by a small, linked chain.
“I want to restrain you tonight.”
A fissure of excitement and fear shot through Alessandra. She was always hesitant about being restrained because of her past experiences. But she trusted her Master in the bedroom, and it seemed this was the only place they had trust right now.
Wetness and fire licked through her loins as he pulled his crop out of the cabinet. Thwack, thwack. Drake flicked the crop against his palm. His footsteps fell heavy on the hardwood floor, or maybe that was her heartbeat in her ears.
Drake looked down at Alessandra tied to the bed. He drew the crop across her chest, teasing her nipples with the leather tip. Her back arched and she moaned when he lightly flicked it over her sensitive skin.
“You’re so eager for your punishment, bella. How it goes from here is entirely up to you.”
Drake stripped his clothes, and Alessandra’s eyes trailed her husband’s chest and torso, admiring the sculpted perfection of his body. She followed the dark line of hair that led into his silk black boxers to his magnificent cock, which begged for attention, but he was in no rush to reveal himself.
Drake stroked Alessandra’s face affectionately and kissed her. When she tried to deepen the kiss, he backed away. Alessandra whined pitifully, and Drake chuckled.
“It’s time we discussed things as husband and wife. Have you heard of spousal privilege? The spousal testimonial privilege precludes one spouse from testifying against the other in criminal proceedings. This privilege can be invoked at any time, but it does not survive if a couple divorces.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
The crop came down against Alessandra’s thigh.
“You do not speak unless I give you permission. Is that understood?”
Alessandra nodded and Drake continued. “There are things I have kept from you for your safety.” Alessandra squirmed as Drake rubbed the tip of the crop around her navel. “I love you. The love I have for you is real—it’s the most real thing in my life. I beg you not to question that. I didn’t expect to fall for you, but I did.”
“Why did you lie to me about your relationship with Riley?”
Thwack. The crop came down on her hip.
“My relationship with Riley has nothing to do with our marriage.”
“Please, Master. Tell me the truth. I need to hear it from your lips, not someone else’s.”
Drake growled, “I promise to tell you when we’re not naked in our bed together. No other man or woman deserves to be in these sheets with us.”
Drake nuzzled Alessandra’s neck and kissed her collar. The tip of the crop came down against her stiff nipple, and she cried out.
***
Chapter Thirteen
“Did you know I was the bride before I walked down the aisle?”
“No, bella. I didn’t know you were going to be my bride.” Drake searched Alessandra’s face intently, hoping she bought his lie. Her mouth fell open to retort. He continued, “You have this magnetism about you. When you walked down the aisle, it was obvious to me who you were.”
The day Alessandra slipped in front of the courthouse, Drake held her in his arms longer than necessary because it felt like she was meant to be there. She looked at him with those shining emeralds and licked her lower lip. He would’ve kissed her if that pesky reporter hadn’t been there.
