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Isabetta

I couldn’t stop rubbing my wrists. The skin was still pink from where Milo had strapped me down, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the feeling of the plug moving inside me every time I took a step.

It was only an infinitesimal movement, a slight shift, but I could feel my cheeks burning brighter with every step.

At least Milo had let me put Renzo’s shirt back on before we left what he had called the playroom.

I had pulled my hands up inside the long sleeves, but even with them covered, I still felt naked. Every part of me felt on display.

My first impulse was to run to the bathroom and take this silly plug out. But then Milo had said something about Renzo punishing me for doing that, and his words had stopped me. I didn’t want Renzo to be unhappy with me this early in our marriage; he had told me to do everything Milo told me.

So many orders spun round in my head, they were making me dizzy. Yet I didn’t want either of them to think I was weak. I could take anything they could dish out, and I needed to prove it to them.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my back and walked down the hallway.

My steps were slow, maybe faltering a little, and I’m sure if Renzo or Havoc saw me they would instantly know why I was walking funny.

I simply had to make my way to Renzo and convince him to take the plug out.

There was no reason for him to want me to keep it in.

Milo had told me he was in his office, a room he had showed me during the tour, although Renzo hadn’t been there at the time.

When I had first seen it, I had frowned, but it made sense that Renzo would need somewhere to do business.

Even if we were on our honeymoon, it didn’t mean life back in the city stopped.

I hoped he didn’t have to spend too much time inside while we were here.

The door was shut when I reached it, and I came to an abrupt halt.

Did I need to knock? I wasn’t sure of the correct etiquette for the situation.

My father always insisted that everyone knocked before they entered his office at home.

Would Renzo have the same rules? Would he be mad if I just walked in?

I didn’t want him hiding things from me either, as I wanted to be a part of his life.

I wanted to help him, like my mother supported my father, being his rock in times of trouble.

Erring on the side of caution, I lifted my hand and rapped three times. If I didn’t need to knock in the future, he would tell me. Better that than to get in trouble for barging in or interrupting him when he was trying to focus. I hadn’t even lowered my hand when the door jerked open.

Havoc glared down at me, his eyes blazing. My eyes went wide as I saw what he was wearing. Dressed all in black, he was wearing a tactical vest and heavy tactical pants tucked into his boots. I could also see a gun holstered at his hip.

My mind was a flurry of questions and panic, wondering if something had happened, if we were being attacked.

My mother had insisted that being married to someone like Renzo would mean I was always kept safe, but I knew there were no guarantees in this life.

Organized crime brought danger. Wives may have protection, but we weren’t immune to stray bullets.

Havoc didn’t answer my mental questions, nor soothe my worries.

He simply stepped around me, slapped my ass, and sent me staggering forward before he stalked off down the hall. Bastard.

Catching my balance on the back of the chair in front of Renzo’s desk, I found myself face-to-face with my husband.

He looked amused, like this had all been planned, and everything was going exactly the way he wanted.

Forcing myself to straighten, I couldn’t help but wince as the infernal plug shifted again.

It was like Milo had wanted me to be constantly thinking about my rear, no matter what I was doing or what was going on around me.

“Well, this is a lovely surprise. I was sure I wouldn’t see you until dinner.

Milo has a tendency to hyper-focus sometimes.

What are you doing here, little tesoro?” He was leaning forward, his hands folded and his elbows on the table.

There was a smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what I was doing here, but he wanted to hear me say it out loud.

“Milo said I should come and find you. That you were finished with what you were doing?” I wasn’t sure how Milo had known Renzo was done. Maybe he had sent him a message? The way I was restrained, I hadn’t had a good view of what Milo had been doing, although I had felt everything.

Renzo leaned back in his seat, looking me over for a long moment, and my breath caught in my throat.

Had I interrupted him? Was that why Havoc had left without a word?

My nerves skyrocketed, and I shifted my weight, wanting to take a step back.

All that did was make the plug move inside me, and I gasped, going still.

Renzo’s eyebrow rose, and he pushed his chair back from his desk. “Come here, little tesoro. I want to know what made you make that noise. Did Milo hurt you?”

“Milo would never!” The words were out of my mouth before I realized I had thought them, but Renzo didn’t seem mad that I had raised my voice.

He simply smiled and motioned for me to come around the desk and stand in front of him.

Fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt I was wearing, I did as I was told, attempting to walk as normally as possible.

I stopped at Renzo’s side, but his large hands came to rest on my hips, and he picked me up and sat me on his desk, my legs swinging between his thighs.

Sitting made the plug feel like it was driven deeper and I squealed.

I tried to get up, but Renzo held me firmly in place as both his eyebrows raised toward his hairline.

“What’s wrong, tesoro?” He didn’t look worried, and I wondered if this was something they had plotted together.

They had clearly been planning a lot, and there was no telling in how much detail.

Biting my lip, I shifted my weight—trying to get comfortable—but his fingers dug firmly into my hips and pushing them away did nothing.

“I need to stand up! Milo put something—” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

Good girls didn’t talk about having sex toys in their rears.

I didn’t have to though, as a look of understanding crossed Renzo’s face.

He grinned and pulled me off the desk, planting me back on my feet.

My relief was only temporary as he spun me, and with a hand on my lower back, bent me over the desk.

I felt his shirt rise along my thighs and I tried to stand, but a slap to my rear kept me still.

“I want to see it, tesoro. You can’t hide things from me. I am your husband, and every part of your body belongs to me.”

When he said things like that, it made my knees weak.

I shouldn’t like his possessiveness, but I did.

As he continued to push the shirt up, I had to bite my lip and clench my fists to keep from moving.

I didn’t want him to spank me again. The sound of his ragged exhale made my face flush as I tried not to think about the view he was seeing.

I didn’t know what the plug looked like, but I was sure he could see it. It had to be obvious.

His hands slid down over my rear, gripping my thighs, and he spread them apart.

I felt as he opened up those intimate parts of me to his gaze, and though I whimpered softly, I didn’t move.

My head was turned to the side, but not to look at him, instead I stared at the bookcase, the titles on the books blurring as my eyes watered.

I tried to focus on the feel of the cool wood of his desk under my cheek.

“Fuck, little tesoro. Isn’t this a pretty sight? Is this a gift for me?” His questions seemed rhetorical as he pressed on the base of the plug, pushing it deeper. His finger then hooked around it and tugged on it.

I couldn’t bite back my whimper as my hips wiggled from side to side, like that would be enough to dissuade him from what he was doing.

He didn’t let my protest stop him. “Definitely a gift from Milo. And one I very much appreciate. Do you like it?” He tugged on the plug again, not enough to pull it out, but he made it move inside me before he pushed on it again.

It felt like he was fucking me with it, and my brow furrowed, trying to work out why it felt so good.

He didn’t stop, pulling it out a little more each time before he pressed it in as deeply as it would go.

I was snapped out of the rhythm when his hand smacked down on my rear again. It felt like he’d hit the same place as the first time. “I asked you a question, Isabetta, and I expect an answer. Disobey me again and you’ll be taking ten.”

Ten? My skin already felt warm from the two times he had spanked me. “I don’t know!” I threw the words out desperately, in the hope they would earn me a reprieve. All I got was a chuckle, and he twisted the plug as he pulled on it this time, my breath catching in my throat.

“I can see your pretty little pussy clenching around nothing, tesoro. It’s desperate to be filled, isn’t it?

It’s okay to admit you like this. I like it.

In fact, I like it so much that I think you should wear a plug every day.

Each morning, after you wake up and shower, I want you to ask Milo to put one in for you. ”