Every now and again, a little whimper would escape. She was being very, very good, but he didn’t necessarily want that from her. Something had driven her to contact Oasis, something more than his absence from their marriage. There was no way she was going to tell him voluntarily. Besides, he hadn’t spent all those weeks taking BDSM lessons from Oasis to squander this opportunity. Too many nights, he had joined her in bed and talked himself out of tying her to the headboard and waking her up. His innocent wife had no idea of the things he wanted to do to her. She had no idea of the desires she had created with that damn questionnaire she’d filled out. If she had just been honest with him instead of confiding in strangers who ran a fantasy fulfillment service, they could have taken those classes together. He could have practiced on her. He would have acted out each and every one of her fantasies and thrown in a few he’d developed, and their relationship wouldn’t be so tenuous.
