"Yeah," Vee said dryly, "irritatingly so." She looked towards the stairs, and the humour faded. "But another woman between us? I don't like someone else telling me what you need."
Luca's gaze softened. "Neither do I."
"Then why?"
Luca leaned closer. "Like she said, you call the shots. You decide how far this goes. Tonight, love, I am your slave."
*****
Luca stood in the middle of the room Marceline had prepared. He looked around once, slowly. A wide bed stood against one wall. A chair had been placed near the centre of the room.
On the dresser, Marceline's tools of trade had been arranged.
Floggers.
Paddles.
Cock rings.
Feathers.
Silk ties.
Leather cuffs.
Some pieces he recognised because he and Veronica had similar things in New York. He drew in a breath and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.
Marceline was prepping Veronica elsewhere. He had no idea if his father's stunt was going to work but he was willing to give it a try.
