And what went on here.
And that was—kinky, kinky sex.
“I think that's rather obvious, Francesca.Don't you?”He pulled me through his sex dungeon as my eyes tried to take in—and make sense—of everything I was seeing.
Rows and rows of long instruments.Probably used to hit or spank with.
Various sizes of black leather cuffs with chain links on them.
A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room.Black satin—or silk—sheets covering it.
And many different setups around the room.A large X stood in the corner.With metal rings at each end.
“Are—” I said over my dry throat, “are you chaining me up down here?”
Stefan chuckled and stopped beside a flat, table-like thing.It wasn't something where you'd serve food, though.The top of it was soft, brown leather.
“First of all,” he said, pushing me gently toward the edge of the table.“I will never chain you up.Restrain you?Yes.Absolutely.”He walked up behind me, his body flush against my back.“Because you need to be restrained, Francesca,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.
Then, he set his hand on the middle of my back.“But this time—your first time—you'll lie down for me.”He pushed me down, so the upper half of my body lay flat against the cool leather tabletop.“Because I need you to fucking listen to me.”
His hand dragged from my back to my behind.He rubbed one cheek before squeezing it.“Now, let's start with a few questions.Shall we?”He removed his hand from my skin.“First question.Are you my wife?”
I let out a sigh and shook my head.“Not really, no.”
Smack.
Right on my behind.
I gasped at the shocking feeling of it.
“I'll ask you again.Francesca, are you my wife?My real, honest to God, legal wife?”
What was he trying to prove?This was ridiculous.“You were forced to marry me, Stefan.That doesn't count as a real marriage.No matter how—legal it might be.”
Smack.
I inhaled sharply—but I also felt my lower belly clench.
Dammit.
I could feel myself begin to drip between my legs.
“I married you because I wanted to.Since the first fucking time I laid eyes on you.I knew you'd be my wife.”
This time, I gasped for a whole other reason.His words spun around in my head.I wanted what he said to be true.
“Now, tell me why you left me in your apartment.With only a shitty fucking excuse for a letter as a goodbye?”His hand squeezed my other cheek.
I swallowed and answered him, “You didn't need me anymore.And you were having a hard time separating from that truth, because I helped you in the hospital.”
Smack.
“Bullshit, Francesca.”I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was gritting his teeth.“Tell me the truth.Tell me why you left me in the middle of the night without a word.”
When I stayed silent—
Smack.