“If the boys get into bed and wake up again, there’s a game system with Minecraft on it, as well as a bunch of other pre-downloaded games. Just turn their television on to the second HDMI port and turn the system on,” Camillo said.
“Of course there is,” I said, giggling.
“I’ll take note of that,” Cassie said. “Might do that in the morning so I can sleep in.”
“You do whatever you want,” Camillo said. “That’s what all this is here for.”
Both of us took Ana upstairs and made our way into her bedroom. Camillo placed the tired girl into her bed, covering her with the soft blanket he’d probably had made specifically for her. I had no idea how he had the time to pull any of this off, but my guess was he placed a great deal of phone calls while Ana and I slept on the plane ride over. I stood at the doorframe as Camillo rubbed Ana’s back, singing her that beautiful Italian lullaby. I closed my eyes and simply took in the sound of his voice.
By the time he was done singing, Ana was fast asleep and all I could think about was the fact that I had Camillo all to myself.
“Come on, my beautiful songbird,” he said into my ear. “I have something to show you.”
I took his hand, and he led me down the stairs. We walked over to the kitchen, slipping into what I thought was the pantry. He tugged at the wire racks, and I watched as they gave way. My jaw dropped to the floor as the hidden door revealed a hallway.
There was a door at the end of it with a hand-print lock, and I allowed Camillo to lead me behind him, just like he had that night.
The hidden pantry door shut with a thud behind us and, suddenly, I was painfully aware of how tight the hallway was. I grasped tightly onto Camillo’s hand before he let me go, pressing his hand onto the pad. The door jolted open. He turned around to look at me and smiled and that devilish glint that had lured me in the first time hooked its warmth right into the center of my heart.
I watched him enter the room and step off to the side, revealing a beautiful playroom that easily rivaled the one at his club.
I felt the heat rise in my body instantly as my eyes scanned the room. It was absolutely massive. It easily spanned half the length of his house. But I was still unsure. How in the world was I going to know the kids were safe while we were in here? What if someone came into the house?
“Camillo, I don’t know. What if something happens to the kids? What if they scream and we can’t hear them? What if—”
He put his finger to my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. My eyes fluttered up toward him. His eyes had darkened to the color of night, his body already unleashing the devil inside that wanted to devour me whole.
“In this room, there are no worries,” he said.
All I could do was nod.
“This room is a sacred place. A place outside of time. In this room, I am the master and you are my captive princess.”
I felt my knees buckling underneath me as the intensity of his words slammed right into my chest.
I was absolutely speechless at the beauty of it all. The toys that lined the walls. The paddles that hung behind my head. The four-poster bed he was obviously obsessed with and the chains that dangled from the ceiling. There was a massive shower and another dungeon off in the corner, laid out similarly to the one he had me in, back at the club.
I was so speechless, in fact, that Camillo had taken my silence for obedience.
Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. His hands were pushing the white, lacy fabric off my body as I stood in front of him in nothing other than my bikini. I felt his fingertips pulling at the bows on my hips, the fabric of my bikini bottoms falling from my body as I drew in a deep breath through my nose.
In an instant, my hands were on him. Ripping his shirt over his head and running my fingertips along the muscles of his chest. Finally, I got to see the man I’d come to fear and enjoy. Finally, I got to see the man who had given me the most beautiful daughter in the world.
His hands ripped my bikini top off my body and my eyes danced along his chest.
He was beautiful. Strong. Perfect. His masculine body was chiseled in every way a woman could ever desire. His shoulders were strong and his chest was broad. His abs were rippling and he had beautiful pointers that beckoned for me to chase their pathway. I slowly slid his bathing suit down his legs, his thick cock springing free as the swell of his strong thighs came into view.