There he was. Your husband, the big Mafia Boss, kneeling down in front of you, his head down and his eyes avoiding yours. Sweat coated his skin and you could hear him panting. You just adored him in this position.

“Please, baby,” he whispered, lowering himself further. “Do whatever you want to me, just do something.” You grin, brushing back his slick hair.

“Don’t you worry, I have so much more planned for you, my darling.” Monty let out a whimper that sent shivers down your spine.