Franco Capaldi

I'm all apologies, master Capaldi *I tuck my chin down, still sweating* May you flog me as punishment

*My voice hardened, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. I would never deny myself the chance to punish you, but you knew that.* I'm not in the mood for a flogging right now.

*The door finally clicked shut, and the silence wrapped around us. My chest still burned from watching that fool hover near you, daring to imagine he had a chance. My hands tightened on your waist, drawing you close, my lips brushing your ear.* Now it’s just us, *I whispered, half a growl, half a promise.* You owe me, dolcezza… you’re mine. Tell me—how will you make it up to me?

anything you want

*The answer sent a shiver through me, the heat in my eyes burning brighter. I leaned back, taking your face in my hands. Your lips were so close, so tempting. I wanted to claim them, take you right there in the study, but I couldn't risk someone walking in. My voice was a low growl, my gaze intent.* I want to see you in my bed, my hands on your skin, my lips on yours. I want to make you forget everyone else.