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she said, handing him a cup.
    He’d never wanted her to know the ugliness of his
past. What he’d tried to do to keep his wife happy. None of it succeeded. Kate
wanted something from him he couldn’t give her. He should have gotten a divorce.
He knew that now. Kate was still a good friend.
    Sipping at the dark liquid he winced at the bitter
taste. Vicki may be able to pour a decent beer, but make a coffee she couldn’t.
    “Sorry, I haven’t improved any. Stefan drinks tea or
fruit juices when I’m around,” Vicki said.
    After tasting her latest attempt at a good coffee he
could see why. He wouldn’t fault Stefan for no longer liking coffee. Vicki
sipped at hers without wincing. Brave girl.
    “I’m ready when you are,” she said.
    He took another sip of the brutal coffee before
turning fully toward her. Seeing her walk into the other room had made him
realise he only had two options. Option one was to walk out and leave her
alone. Maybe if he left her alone Vicki would start a life somewhere without
him where he didn’t get a say in what she did. His second option was to be open
with her and risk losing her love.
    Vicki kept pushing him away, so he was shocked for
her to even be in love with him. Taking a breath he saw her holding the picture
of Kate.
    Part of him still didn’t want to open up to her. He
needed to.
    “Wait. Before you get into your story of why you’re
separated and whatnot, can you tell me if you love her?” Vicki asked.
    “No, I don’t love her. Kate and I married because we
were in the lifestyle. We both thought we’d be able to satisfy our wants and
desires. None of it turned out to be so. We were not suited for each other as anything
but friends,” he said, admitting the truth.
    “You’re still friends.”
    He nodded. Tristan wasn’t going to lie to her even
though the temptation was there.
    “Tell me what you want to tell me,” Vicki said,
settling back.
    “Kate and I met at a different club. This one wasn’t
run by William. I can’t even remember the bloody name of the thing. All I
remember was it was a bad club. The atmosphere and the way the club was set out
held the feel of a real BDSM club. The people,
however, were nothing like the people I know. I don’t know. Maybe I was
pampered into a persona of how a person was supposed to be.”
    “I don’t understand,” she said.
    “I have strict rules of making sure a person has a
safe-word that they use. Yours was butterflies, remember?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper.
    “Anyway, there was no safe-word. When a woman
shouted no the men just kept going. There was no stopping them. There was so
much abuse going on. I met Kate as she looked as disgusted as I was. I found
out she was a lawyer and liked to be dominated. She was looking for someone to
take her needs to the next level.” He stopped to take a sip. Kate, at the time
had looked so fresh-faced and new to the scene. The truth was a whole different
ball game. “We left the club, and I made William aware of it. I don’t know what
happened to it, but Kate and I never went back there. We started meeting on
weekends, and I trained her to be my sub. She was amazing and responsive, and
soon, the weekends turned into weekdays. Before we knew it, we were dating, and
I was introducing her to other friends.”
    Vicki sat back listening. He saw the pain in her
eyes. She deserved to know the truth. His and Kate’s relationship didn’t have a
happily ever after.
    “We got married, and then Kate started to want more.
The spanks needed to be   harder . From my hand to the cane and
more until eventually I hit her to the point that she bled.” Tristan licked his
lips recalling the vile taste in his mouth at seeing the blood. “Kate liked
it.” He ran a hand over his face. “She liked it so much that we’d fight. When
we were doing a scene she’d tell me to go harder and harder, but I couldn’t.
She tried to control the scene and screamed at me to give it to