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wife’s words. He
stood there for a few minutes absorbing what she said. Finally when he felt he
could speak he asked.
    “Are you serious?”

Chapter Three
     
    “No,” she said softly. She regretted the words the moment
they left her lips. She’d never divorce Jack. They’d loved each other for more
than half their lives. There could never be another man who’d compare to him.
He was the father of her children. He adored them all and cherished them every
second he was with them.
    Beth wasn’t one to threaten, especially something as severe
as divorce, but she needed something to get her point across. He was dragging
this game out much too long for her liking. She wanted to come and she wanted
it now. She didn’t want to wait until he was ready. She was ready right this
very second.
    “I never meant to use such a bold statement, Jack. I’m truly
sorry.”
    She sensed him next to her. He removed the blindfold and it
took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. When they did she wished
he’d left her in the dark. His deep brown eyes were filled with sadness.
    “You’ve never used the word divorce for as long as I’ve
known you.”
    She wanted to reach out and touch him. She wanted to hold
him and reassure him it was honestly all just a stupid sentence, but the
handcuffs prevented her from doing so.
    “Jack. I love you with all my heart. You’re the only man I
have ever, or will ever, love. It was a dumb thing to say and I promise with
every ounce of me, I’ll never say anything like that again.”
    He nodded.
    “Release me and let me hold you.”
    “I’m going to uncuff your wrists, but you’re not done here,
missy. You’re going to be punished for being so bold. I’m going to show you
there’s no room for the word divorce in our relationship. You’re my wife and
you’ll always be mine.”
    A shiver of anticipation coursed through her veins. He was
showing his possessive side. He wasn’t angry any longer. He would show her who
was boss. Relief washed over her. It was going to be all right.
    Once her hands were free she rubbed her wrists to get the
blood flowing through her arms again. She scanned the room and was surprised to
see he had set it up with torture in mind.
    One of the stools from their bar sat in the room. She
wondered what he had in store for her with that. The riding crop they’d ordered
online the month before lay on the soft, red leather padding on the stool.
    Obviously he intended to spank her again. The drawer housing
all their toys lay open for easy access. She noticed the tray of food he’d fed
her earlier sat on the floor by the door.
    She smiled, thinking about him making her breakfast in bed.
He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make today perfect and she was acting like a spoiled
brat. So what if he wanted her to hold off before having an orgasm? Was that
such a crime?
    No.
    “Jack, thank you.”
    “For?”
    “All of this. This is incredible and you did it all for me.”
    “For us, Beth. I did all this for us. We needed a day to
ourselves. When was the last time we were alone so I could tie you up and tease
you? Yes, we have a healthy sex life and I wouldn’t change it for the world,
but these times are harder and harder to find with the kids growing up so
fast.”
    He was right. They didn’t get enough one-on-one time for
drawn-out excitement. She’d almost ruined it with her selfishness, but that was
going to change.
    “Go ahead and tie me up again. I promise I’ll cooperate.”
    “Oh you’ll cooperate, trust me.”
    She looked at him questioningly.
    “You said you’d cooperate and I expect you to keep your
word.”
    “I always keep my promises. You know that.” Yet she hadn’t.
When she’d used the word divorce she’d gone back on a promise.
    “Very well. I’m going to remove the pins from your stomach
and then I want you to get up and go over to the bar stool. I want you draped
over it with your bum sticking up in the air. I’m going to teach you