Page 200 of Risks of Temptation
Sometimes, she puts on lingerie and her collar and leash.
I used to get upset, but I no longer do. She loves it. She gets off on it. There's no point fighting it anymore.
The first time she did it, we had just gotten to France. I told her to lie down while I cleaned the kitchen after dinner.
Instead of resting, she put on a new, blue lingerie set that matched her eyes. The collar and leash were on. She was kneeling with her head down when I walked in. Her stomach was beginning to show her pregnancy, and her breasts had grown. She was glowing, and I had never seen her look more beautiful.
And I hated and reprimanded myself for the thought.
"We aren't doing this anymore," I told her.
She wouldn't look at me. "We are. I need it. You promised me you would never deny me what I need."
"Em—"
She raised her head. "I am your ma belle. Do not forget it."
"Yes. And you are my equal."
The candlelight she had burning flickered in her blue eyes. Her innocence and desire for something more sinful pooled together. "All night. I want you to own me and make me submit all night and only come when you order me."
I closed my eyes, wrestling with my demons.
"Please," she whispered so desperately, I couldn't deny her.
Hours later, after I wore her out, and she barely had a voice left from begging, she reached up and cupped my cheek. "Admit to me you enjoy this. I don't want to argue every time I need it."
I groaned. "We are equals, ma belle."
"Yes, I know. Nothing we do together will ever make me believe we aren't. But confess to me. I want to know you enjoy it as much as I do."
I clenched my jaw and stared at the ceiling.
"Please," she begged, and I couldn't deny her my truth.
I looked her in the eyes. "Everything you do turns me on. Including this."
She kissed me, smiled, and snuggled into my arms. "Perfect, my husband. Let's sleep all day, and when we wake up, I will feed you."
"You will feed me?"
"Yes. Naked. You can decide what you are hungrier for."
I kissed her head, feeling happy and loved. "Go to sleep, my little vixen."
From time to time, she surprises me with a sexy outfit, kneeling with her collar and leash on. I don't fight it anymore. I fall into my role and give her exactly what she wants.
Emilia made Gustave and I make amends. I'll never fully be able to forgive him for putting ma belle in harm's way. He continues to claim he had the situation under control the entire time. He probably did, but I can't think about that night without my stomach pitching.
But Emilia wanted him and Bernadette to be part of Felix's and our life. Their daughter, Bridgette, and her husband and kids have also spent time with us. Now that Gustave is the head of Interpol and the Global Leaders have been falling rapidly, Bernadette is enjoying being a mother and grandma and trying to live a normal life. She and Emilia have stayed close.
True to his word, Gustave had the President, his son, and the Prime Minister all killed within days of us arriving in Bermuda. Once they died, the Global Leaders' internal war began. But there weren't many strong enough to put things back together again. One by one, Gustave orders his Interpol teams to take them out. He claims they are no longer a threat.
Kalim has become Gustave's right hand. But the last time we saw him, it was Penelope and Axel's wedding. We were in Spain, and he was talking quietly to Blaise. When I approached them, he told me he was thinking of getting out.
I don't blame him. We've all gotten out. He's the last one remaining. But he wouldn't say why he was getting out, only, "There's something I should have done years ago. I might be too late, but I need to try."
I asked him what he meant, but he wouldn't expand.
