Chapter Three
What He Wanted
I spent a restless night.
Behind closed eyes I still saw her – saw her in ropes, in leather, tied to a pole, suspended, whipped, hair flying, tears on her cheeks. Yet I also saw the serenity, the love that flowed between them. No one could deny it. And at times I watched her sit, off to the side, quiet, waiting, while Ryan engaged some other woman, not nearly as tranquil, and whipped her. Ryan’s wife sat so, trusting, knowing that he would come back to her.
How? How did she know? Was it because she was so much better in bed than anyone else? Or because she was the first one to hook up with Ryan, and once she set her claws in him, wasn’t about to let go?
No, given how she looked at him, and he at her, none of that made sense. Then what was it? What?
I thre
