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“Your wife has arranged a session especially for you, Mr White. Why don’t I show you your private lounge so I can explain everything?”

“Please?”

When Nicolla fluttered her eyelashes and made puppy eyes, Andi half-heartedly agreed.

“Shall we?” Diego motioned at them to follow him. They walked through the dark corridor until they reached a landing of the VIP section. Diego pushed a door and beckoned them in.

Andrew looked awed with the interior of the room, which was swathed in black leather from floor to ceiling. Sleek BDSM furniture was sprawled across the cavernous lounge. The light was dimmed to the perfect mood, and faint techno music filled the background. “What is this place?”

“We call this the Leather Room,” Diego answered. “Very popular with our VIP clients, especially catering to gentlemen who wish to train their slave for the first time.”

“Slaves? Training?” Andrew repeated. “I’m afraid there’s been some misunderstanding. We’re not into this kind of lifestyle.”

“Are you, Mr White?” Diego arched an eyebrow. His dark eyes flashed. At seven feet tall, with long raven hair and clad head-to-toes in black leather, Diego was an imposing Dominant. He was a panther shifter and exuded auras that affected both men and women. “Your wife told me that recently you just found your true calling.”

“True calling?” Andrew smiled. “Kelly must be kidding you.”

“On the contrary, I know a person with a dominant tendency when I see one. Kelly told me you recently just re-discovered each other after years of drifting apart?”

“She did?” Andrew gave her a chastising glance.

“She felt that part of it was her fault. She was obsessed with her career and has been neglecting you all these years—it has taken a toll on your marriage. She wants to resolve her mistakes, and would like to give you some control over your relationship. And what could be better than a D/s session to spice up your marriage and discover your love for each other once again? Even if you’re not into the lifestyle, I recommend that you at least try the session. You’ll be surprised what you can discover about yourself and your wife.”

Shit, he’s good, Nicolla thought, amused. “What do you think, hon?” She caressed Andrew’s arm. “Is this something you’d like to try?” Kelly had told her that early in their marriage Andrew had wanted to experiment with kinky sex, and Kelly just hadn’t been into it. Ms Prissy had always managed excuses until Andrew had grown tired of nagging her and had begun keeping everything to himself, turning into an ice king.

Andrew studied her face with intensity. “Is this what you want, darling?”

Nicolla shook her head. “No, not what I want. Tonight is all about you. I just thought…remember, Verve Island?” Kelly had told her when they were honeymooning on the island, they’d accidentally stumbled on a bondage club. Andrew had been curious and had wanted to try some rope on her, only Kelly had been too petrified at the time and fled. The whole trip had almost been ruined. Now, years later when their marriage had grown cold, Kelly could admit that she regretted being too close-minded. If she’d been a bit more adventurous, Andrew wouldn’t have become an introverted man. “Maybe tonight we could start over? Try something that we might both enjoy?”

Andrew grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Whatever problems we have, we should discuss them with a therapist.”

“Or you can have nice sweaty sex to get everything out of your system,” Diego suggested. “Just saying…”

Nicolla laughed. Andrew relaxed. Tension dropped a notch. Diego went to the oversized bed in the middle of the lounge. He snapped open a wooden box lying on top of the duvet and took something out of it. It was a slave collar. It had a sleek design and was studded with diamonds and platinum clasps. Diego only procured supreme quality items that passed as artworks. Andrew’s eyes widened when he saw it.

Diego proffered the collar. “Your choice, Mr White. Should you decide to collar your wife tonight, I’ll assist you with this session. I’ll take no offence if you decide to pass on this offer.”

Andrew turned to Nicolla, still looking unsure. Nicolla gave him a reassuring smile,

then directed her gaze to the floor. After years of Kelly always putting his desires aside, she wanted Andrew to choose for himself tonight, without feeling any obligation or being forced.

Silence stretched between them until Diego finally announced, “Excellent choice, Mr White.”

Nicolla looked up and beamed. Andrew was watching her with an unreadable expression. But she saw joy behind those gorgeous eyes and incurable curiosity. The collar was in his hand.

Diego cut his eyes to her, his face stern and brows knitted, slipping into his role as the taskmaster of the establishment. “Hurry, girl, thank your master for his generosity and kiss his feet.”

Nicolla quickly went down on her knees and plastered two kisses on Andrew’s shoes. She heard Andrew draw a sharp breath. He wasn’t accustomed to this display of obedience. She had thought long about her plan of saving Andrew and Kelly’s marriage before deciding to take him to a BDSM club to fulfil his long-forgotten fantasy. Even though the ice between them had melted since their encounter in the kitchen, restoring trusts and forgotten love would take some time.

She thought that by giving Andrew complete control as a Dominant, she would give back his confidence as a man, reminding him of every little thing that had caused them to fall in love in the first place, and making him realise their relationship was worth saving.

“Stand up,” Diego ordered.

Nicolla obeyed.

“Tonight you will refer to yourself as ‘this girl’, and address your husband as ‘Master’. Understood?”

Nicolla bowed her head.