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There was no doubt in her heart that she was utterly in love with her husband. She would stand up and say it under oath if anyone asked. Tonight would only strengthen that for her and prove there was no turning back. She would go to the ends of the earth and face any fire for him.
“Did you hear me, bella? I said that I will not go easy on punishment tonight if you defy me.” He grabbed her hands. “I want to bind your wrists.”
Her heart froze at Drake’s talk of binding. She instinctively reached for her scarred wrist, but Drake beat her to it. The gentle touch of his massaging fingers on her scarred flesh grounded her.
Compassion shone in his eyes as he held her steady. Tears flooded her eyes when he turned her hand over and pulled her cuff away to kiss her scars. That moment meant he heard her and understood her fears. He was saying that she could trust him, and he planned to bring only pleasure, not inflict pain.
“We don’t have to, Alessandra. I want to turn that painful memory into a pleasurable one. It’s your choice. Your voice and consent matter here,” he said so only she could hear.
“I want to try with you, Drake.”
“Remember your colors or your safe word.”
Their brief interlude as husband and wife ended as Drake’s posture hardened.
“You will be brought to the edge of orgasm many times, but you will only be allowed to come when I say.”
The tip of Drake’s crop caressed her fevered skin. He dipped the tip into her bra, if it could even be called that, and brushed her hardened nipple. Alessandra groaned at the teasing and was rewarded with a spank.
Drake gently flicked from her behind to the front of her panties. The diamond tip disappeared into the soft leather and massaged her clit. Hard pressure was replaced with light touches over and over as the pace quickened, causing her eyes to roll.
She was close to toppling over the ledge into pure ecstasy, but Drake kept his promise and pulled the crop away. She screamed as he flicked between her legs, delivering the blow to her sensitive nub. Alessandra needed more of the pleasurable sting.
“Please, Master—”
Drake swatted her ass again. She squirmed as he ran the tip along the line of her thong, but another flick brought her back to attention.
“How do you feel about audience participation? Do you want others to touch you?”
Noah's handsome, boyish face flashed through her mind. His charming smile and their instant connection were unlike anything she had ever experienced. As she changed in the dressing room, the hungry look in his eyes made her feel desired. She blushed at the thought of how hot it made her, but she shook her head. He was happily married, and her crush on him was silly.She loved her husband.
Having anyone but Drake felt wrong. Her heart stopped, and panic clawed at her throat.
“Yellow,” she cried.
Drake stopped immediately. He crawled onto the bed in front of Alessandra and cupped her face.
“What is the yellow?” he asked, his face concerned beneath the mask.
During her father’s parties, she was groped and objectified. At the end of the evening, she was locked in a room with whichever of his associates won the highest bid. In her shame, Alessandra couldn’t lift her eyes. But Drake forced her to look at him.
Drake already knew that Alessandra had been abused, unloved, and sold. While her husband would never treat her that way, she couldn't help the moments when unwanted emotions bubbled to the surface. She often had flashbacks to her past and felt scared, angry, and alone. She tried to push these emotions away, but they would always return. Drake didn’t judge her. He did his best to be patient and help her through it.
“I planned to push your boundaries tonight, Alessandra. But at no point will you be in danger. At no point will I ignore your consent. Just say the word, and everyone leaves us. If you want me to take you home, I’ll wrap you in my jacket and carry you out of here.” He kissed her briefly. “Please trust me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
Trust. “I trust you, Drake.”
“That’s my good girl. I will always protect what’s mine. You are mine.” Drake picked up her hand and held it to his heart. “This is yours.”
Threads of trust sewed together her broken heart. Each time Drake asked for her trust, a part of her became whole. He was her Master, but he proved she was his partner tonight. No one had ever given her that choice before. Just as trust was the only thing she could offer him, his heart was the only thing he could offer her.
“Are you okay?” Drake whispered.
Alessandra nodded, “I’m ready, Master.”
Drake moved off the bed to resume their scene. He picked up the crop again and faced the bed.
“Are you going to touch someone else?” Alessandra asked.
