“What’s this?” I asked.

“Open it and see.” His eyes glittered with excitement and, oh my god, yes, he was tenting his robe.

I smiled at him with fondness. He’d probably bought me some lingerie, the dear man, and expected some Christmas morning nookie. I’d give him credit for surprising me. I opened the box and I didn’t have to feign shock. My jaw dropped. I think I gasped. I know I definitely creamed myself.

I reached in and pulled out a folded pile of buttery leather and shook it out. I recognized the outfit immediately. It was a maid’s outfit replete with a tiny scalloped apron and cap. I’d admired it just the week before in the window display of the sex shop downtown.

“Keep going,” he said in an oddly strangled voice. I glanced up at him and saw his eyes glittering. The tent in his robe was even more pronounced.

I looked back into the box and caught my breath as I pulled out a latex flog, a set of four manacles, and a string of anal beads. My pussy clenched so tight, I think I might have come a little just from handling these fantasy items. But how had he known what to buy? Could Andrew have been hiding a secret yen and just now decided to surprise me with it?

“Strip.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said in a firm voice he rarely used around me. “Get undressed right here, right now.”

I didn’t recognize this flinty eyed Dom staring down at me, but he was a refreshing change from my husband. I put up token resistance to see what he would do. “But the neighbors,” I protested.

With firm, rough hands, he pulled me up from the couch and said in a gruff voice. “Strip now or I won’t give you what you need.”

What does he think I need? I knew what I needed, a good hard fuck. I was so excited. I didn’t know what game Andrew played, but I definitely wanted to join in. I was acutely aware of the large bay window covered only in filmy curtains. It added to my excitement as I stood and stripped out my two-piece pajamas until I stood nude-and horny. The cool air of the room pimpled my skin and tightened my nipples. My legs trembled as I awaited what my suddenly unpredictable-and suddenly superbly hot-husband would order me to do next.