Married to the Mafia Boss

Chapter 11

Giovanni's POV

I kiss my husband lightly before walking to the closet to grab a couple of outfits for us. I grab a pair of tight black jeans for each of us, and matching green button-up shirts.

"Black and green, huh?" Benji smiles as he eyes the outfits I grabbed. "And matching." He smirks.

"I want to match my husband." I huff. "Why is that a crime?"

I watch him put on his shirt. "It's not." He grins. "It's quite cute. I like it."

"I love you." I grin, kissing him quickly as he finishes his buttons.

"I love you too, Gio." He grins. "Now get dressed."

"Yes, Master." I smile.

"We should go shopping." He says, pulling on his jeans.

"For what?" I ask, buttoning up my shirt.

"A collar." He answers simply, as he walks to the closet to grab his shoes.

"A collar?" I ask him, confused. I button up my jeans and turn to him as he brings out a pair of shoes for me as well.

"Yes, a collar." He grins. "You're mine. So, everyone should know."

"I mean... I am yours, yes. But why a collar?" I ask, tilting my head.

He grins darkly. "Gio, come." I walk to him. "Kneel." I follow the order. "Hands on your thighs, palms up." Again, I follow his instruction. "That's why, Baby." He leans down to kiss me. "Because I am your Master."

I look back at him, breathless. "Oh." I stay on my knees while he sits on the bed and puts his shoes on.

"Gio, put your shoes on." He chuckles.

"Oh." I repeat, and snap out of my daze. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Baby." He chuckles. "You were waiting for instructions. It's okay."

I frown slightly, and get my shoes on. I stand and find him still sitting on the bed watching me. "What?" I ask, nervously.

"Nothing." He smiles. "Just admiring my husband." He stands and walks over to me. "Let's go figure out where Marco wants to go." He kisses my cheek and takes my hand.

We go downstairs and see Marco on the couch scrolling though his phone.

"Oi!" Benji calls out. "Where do you wanna go?"

"There's a club I want to check out." Marco looks up at us. "Oh, cute! You guys are matching."

"Marco." Benji warns.

"I know. I know." He waves him off. "I'm on my best behavior." He stands and walks over. "Anyways, this is the club I want to check out. Wanna go?" He shows the screen to Benji.

I try to peek, but Benji's look stops me.

"Looks good." He nods. "Let's go." He pulls me along as he and Marco head for the door. We grab our wallets and go to the car. "Text Liam the address." Benji instructs Marco.

"Why can't I know where we're going?" I whine.

"Because I want it to be a surprise." Benji smiles at me.

"If you say so." I smile back at him.

He gives me a quick kiss, and delves into conversation with Marco about what kind of twink he wants to find tonight. Basically, Marco wants to find one that wants to be spoiled and pampered, but doesn't feel entitled about it.

We pull up to a nightclub that I've heard about before. It's a known BDSM club.

"We're going here?" I ask, as we exit the car.