Page 43 of Vengeful Seduction
Part Three
Chapter 12
Kaye
Our honeymoon was utterly magical. We took a cruise to Hawaii and spent every day relaxing in the sun and every night tangled up in each other, soaking our sheets. It was bliss.
It was difficult going right back to work once we were home. David didn’t see any reason for me to rush right back, and I had so much vacation time built up that my boss was quite eager for me to use.
So I did. About three weeks after our wedding, one week after our honeymoon, I sat in bed watching Netflix on my phone, feeling a little luxurious and very out of my element. I wasn’t used to doing so little, and even though I still had another whole week until I had to go back to work, I was seriously considering going back early just to keep myself sane.
My amazing new husband wasn’t around and I was bored. I knew his business was important to him, and I wanted to do anything I could to support him, but there were a lot of idle hours while he was working. It just wasn’t something I was used to.
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and sat up straighter, grinning. There was only one person it could be, and when my husband came in, I couldn’t help but melt inside, my whole body yearning for him.
How was he so gorgeous? So utterly perfect? Even after close to a month of marriage, I still wanted him all the time.
“David,” I murmured. While my eyes scanned hungrily down his body, I noticed he carried a bag. “Is it another present for me?”
He liked buying me presents. Not really a terrible problem for me to have, but I didn’t want him to think he had to or anything. They were all thoughtful and sometimes extravagant, but all things I genuinely loved.
“In a way,” he murmured, and his eyes were alight with something like mischief, but also arousal. He looked somehow like an animal on the hunt—a predator— his eyes fixed on me as though he might just devour me.
It was incredibly hot and I shifted in bed, feeling myself getting slick between my thighs. It took so little for him to get me going, it really wasn’t even fair. I’d gone my whole life, right up until I had met him, without feeling this overpowering, overwhelming desire.
Slowly, he pulled something out of his bag. I squinted at it, trying to see what it was. Definitely black and leather, but beyond that …
He held it up and I saw it fully then. It was a corset. It was followed up by a pair of fishnet stockings, and then he handed me a box with sexy, black stiletto heels inside.
“What?” I asked somewhat stupidly. I was fairly certain I had never seen those sorts of things in real life, but I wasn’t naive enough not to know what they were. I shifted and my thighs slid over each other, already slick with desire.
He smirked, and at first he didn’t answer me. At least not with words. Instead, he reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out what was unmistakably a leather collar, black like the corset, and a chain leash to attach to it.
I stared, trying to figure out why my breathing was suddenly so fast. It didn’t feel like nerves or fear. It felt like lust—even more powerful than what I’d felt with him before, which was saying something,
“David?” I asked, and I couldn’t raise my eyes away from the silvery chain in his hands. It called to me. I was inexplicably drawn to it, and before I knew it, I was actually moving over the bed to get closer to it. To get closer to him.
“I have a secret,” David announced, with this little grin on his face. “I’m a member of a club.”
I waited. Surely the secret wasn’t something so …unsurprising. Of course he was a member of a club. He had grown up wealthy. He was probably a member of many more clubs than I could even conceive of.
“A very exclusive, private club,” he continued. “Kaye, I couldn’t tell you about this before we were married. I didn’t feel safe revealing it. But now you’re my wife, and I want you to share in everything I do.”
Well, it sounded good to me. I forced my eyes from the chain and collar and up to him as he laid the black corset and stockings on the bed. His eyes were focused on his task, and I took a second to just admire him.
My gorgeous husband, who was maybe just a little bit nervous in that moment. Well, so was I, but I didn’t want him to think he had anything to fear from me. I was becoming more and more certain of one simple fact. There was not a thing on the planet that he could do that would make me fall out of love with him.
“You’re safe now,” I assured him. “Tell me.”
“You can probably guess by the clothes,” he gestured to them. “But I’m into BDSM. Remember how I said I want to share everything with you? Well, this too.”
I took a deep breath, struggling with some pretty significant conflicting emotions. On the one hand, this was all so incredibly new to me and it was a bit overwhelming to look at those clothes, obviously hand picked for me. On the other, it was exciting. Deeply exciting.
What did he want from me? It was a good question, and one that I found myself fairly eager to find out the answer to. Whatever he wanted, he could have. I couldn’t think of much I would deny him.
“Share it with me?” I wondered if he wanted to get a little bit kinky in the bedroom. Maybe tie me up. It wasn’t the sort of thing I had ever done before, of course, but I would be willing to try.
“I want you to put on the clothes,” he said, and he somehow seemed to stand up taller and straighter. His voice deepened and became more dominant somehow. It sent little tingles of apprehension and lust through my body. I was way out of my depth and I knew it.
