Chapter 1: Introduction
Demi couldn't stop herself from looking at her husband as they roamed the hallways of their luxurious hotel suite. Her gaze slipped like a piece of ribbon, gracefully undulating over his tanned muscles and broad shoulders. *Good lord, but the man is sculpted with sin,* she thought with a grin.
Kenny wore his signature athletic wear, simple Jordan sweatpants and a well-fitting tee. "What's with the look, Dem?" he asked, beaming.
"Do I pass inspection?"
Demi giggled, a musical tinkling melody that danced about the suite. "Yes, you worrywart. You look delish, as always."
Kenny ran a mischievous hand down her arm, raising goosebumps in seconds. "You're one to talk. I have no idea how you never seem to age, Dem. You're stunning."
She glanced at their hotel room's abundant finery and quirked a sleek eyebrow.
"You'll need to get out of that outfit, if what you're proposing turns out to be a reality."
Kenny's ever-present smile was as charismatic as six o'clock shadows. "Ah, you temptress! I knew you'd catch on soon enough."
Demi plopped onto a vibrant, damask-upholstered settee. "Let's not dance around the subject, Kenny.
Of course I want to go to that BDSM club tonight! Frankly, it's about time we make this happen. Besides, I'm ready to try new experiences with you."
Kenny lifted his muscular arms, examining his biceps as he spoke. "You've always been the adventurous one, Dem.
I'm just following your lead—again. Besides, the fact you want to explore together means the world to me."
Her heart skipped as if she were a teenager. "This'll be a new and exciting escapade. I just know it!"
A gleeful marrying of their primal desires on an innocent vacation promised to be explosive.
"Thirty minutes, downstairs to meet the limo?" queried Kenny. "I mean, unless you want to surprise me with an hours-long pre-outing session?"
Demi chuckled.
"TIme away from our ordinary lives is so wonderfully sexy. I love how we can laugh and be playful one moment and then give ourselves up to indulgent moments the next." She wiggled her fingertips, caressing an invisible curl of mist from her mouth to the floor. "This getaway rejuvenates me."
"Good," Kenny assured her, winking. "Thirty minutes puts us downstairs just as the August twilight softens.
Besides, I need time to prepare," she said, tracing her fingers along the willowy line of her throat. She considered the rigid structure in her mind's eye—a figurative cage to be dismantled through immersion in sensuality. Kenny, as her ever-devoted partner, both intuited and supported this need.
"I like your outfit, Dem," stated Kenny. "It's classy and alluring, absolute perfection."
"I knew you'd approve. The classy part mattered, seeing as we're in Rome.
We only get this weekend, a few magical days to reconnect and indulge. And the allure? Well, I need to summon sultry Cleopatra and beguile you, darling."
Kenny's brown eyes ignited with passion, promise, and local wine. "Cleopatra, huh? What a pleasing prospect, especially with the BDSM club we've decided upon. The fact the place caters to visitors only sweetens the deal."
Demi flashed him a knowing smirk.
"I didn't pick it at random, darling. In fact, I've read rave reviews about their balance of opulence and authenticity."
Kenny, buzzing with energy, slipped into his Rolex and gathered his wallet, full of euros. "You always manage to unveil hidden gems when we travel. It's like you're in cahoots with my most depraved fantasies."
She laughed, seductive and full, as sunlight lanced through an adjacent window.
The golden rays slanted across her body, framing her like a goddess of old. Strolling toward him, she wrapped her arms around his solid form. The curve of her hip outlined in the pristine light beckoned and entranced. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss as ancient as Rome itself.
After breaking apart, Demi took a playful step backward, leaving aching space between them.
A feline, prideful grin played upon her lips. "I'm merely a woman devoted to her husband's desires."
"And I, my dear, appreciate that more than words can say." Kenny raised her hand to his lips for a reverent kiss. "Till the limo arrives, how about we enjoy one of our favorite pastimes?"
"You mean... exposing Roman secrets?" Demi suggested, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Only the best kind," Kenny agreed.