Page 106 of Love Without Control

“Always so wet for me, Wildcat,” he murmured, urging me up and down so my pussy was rubbing against the rough hair on his lower stomach. “You’re dripping onto the waistband of my pants. What will the dry cleaner think when I drop off my messy pants with him?”

I kissed my way to his ear and whispered, “Maybe he’ll think you’re very good at turning your wife on.” Biting his lobe, I added, “Or that you’re like a teenage boy who came in his pants.”

He chuckled and walked me over to the bed, laying me down gently and arranging me on my back with my head on the pillow before straddling my waist. Unwrapping the leather belt from his hand, he laid it beside me before drifting the cushy robe tie down my chest and circling the end of it over my breasts. Goosebumps and extremely hard nipples ensued, which made him smile.

“If it’s too much for you, do you remember what to say?” he asked.

“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down.”

He gripped the sash and slid it through his fist. “You won’t need yellow tonight, Eden, just red or green. There won’t be any in between. You’re either going to love this or you’re not, and I trust you to stop me the minute you feel uncomfortable.”

“I will,” I promised.

“Good. Now hold your wrists together for me.” I did, and he wrapped the plush tie around and around my wrists until they were completely bound together before tying a knot and leaving two long ends. “We still on green?” he asked, nudging a finger between the tie and my wrists to check the tightness.

“Green as grass.”

A smile flickered over his lips, and he kissed my knuckles before stretching my arms over my head and tying the ends of the robe sash to the wood slats of the headboard. When he picked up the leather belt, my body tensed.

“Relax, Eden. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Evie,” I corrected, and his mouth dropped open. “Just for tonight. Please.”

He leaned down and nuzzled my nose with his. “Are you sure… Evie?”

I nodded. “Yes… Damiano.”

His hot breath gusted across my face on his groan. “Say it again.”

“Damiano,” I whispered. “I love both sides of you.”

“Mmm, I love both sides of you as well,” he said, kissing his way down my neck. “The outside and the inside. And I plan to be on the inside of you very soon. But first…”

He sat up, still straddling me, and folded the belt into a loop, dragging it up and down my chest. Then, without warning, he popped it against my left breast. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did make my nipple rise to rapt attention. Damiano’s nostrils flared with desire as he did the same to my right breast, with the same effect.

“Your pretty tits are so responsive. I’d love to put some nipple clamps on you some time.” He pulled his attention from my breasts and gave me a hopeful, questioning look.

“We can try that. Can I put some on you too?”

Damiano laughed and scooted back, parting my thighs and rearranging himself to kneel between them. “If that’s what butters your bread, Evie, I’m game.”

There was a certain thrill to hearingEviefrom his mouth after avoiding it for so long, like we were doing something clandestine by using each other’s real names.

With unhurried precision, my husband dragged the belt down my abdomen until it was between my legs. Then he smacked it against my pussy with a light slap, and my hips jerked off the bed. It felt better than I would have expected.

“Color?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Green,” I panted. “Very, very green.”

“You want more, Wildcat? You like having your naughty little pussy spanked?”

I spread my legs further apart. “Yes, please.”

He glared down at me and growled. “Say my name, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was fully aware that Damiano Cappitani was in the motherfucking house, and I was entering without a single reservation.

“Damiano, please spank my bad little pussy.”

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