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thought he possessed, he handcuffed her wrists to the head support. She watched, fascinated, as he wrapped a soft strap around each leg just above her knees. They fastened with Velcro. When he secured the straps to a steel pole, she understood what he was doing. This device would keep her legs spread.
    Next, he produced scissors and proceeded to cut away her tank top and bra. Now she was completely naked. Anyone who saw the car would be able to see her breasts.
    He must have seen she was about to protest. “Not a word, Trish. You’ve already earned two punishments. I’m okay with giving you as many as you need. You will learn that you are mine. You belong to me, and you will do what I say, when I say it, and exactly how I want it done.”
    Recognizing the steely determination of the man who had relentlessly pursued her in college, she shut up.
    He sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth, biting and stretching it to a taut point. He pulled a pair of tweezers from his pocket and pinched the wet peak. Patricia yelped as it tightened, and she realized the tweezers were actually a clamp. Electric desire shot from her nipple to her clit.
    He repeated his actions on her other breast. Patricia arched her back, seeking more of this new kind of stimulation. When he finished, Justin stood back, admiring his handiwork. Twin clamps, attached to a chain, dangled from her nipples. Every breath she took caused a tiny tug that sent sparks to her clit. He had ordered her to masturbate, and she hadn’t complied. Now her hands were cuffed to the seat behind her head. She begged silently, knowing he wasn’t in the mood to hear anything she had to say.
    Justin reached for her pussy, feeling for her hole. She closed her eyes, secure in the knowledge he would find her clit soon.
    She was wrong. When he abandoned her again, he left behind a small object lodged in her vagina. He held up a remote and gazed at her with a triumphant grin.
    “Punishment time, Trish. You’ll learn to do as you’re told eventually.” He pressed a button, and the tiny vibrator hummed to life.
    The vibrations were small, not enough to bring her to orgasm, just enough to keep her on the edge. This was going to be a long drive.

Chapter Two

    She was quiet for the most part. 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. They wouldn’t be struggling with how to share their wants and desires with each other.
    The kind of openness and communication they could have established in those classes couldn’t help but bleed into other aspects of their relationship. Perhaps that was what had drawn her to this in the first place. Perhaps she saw BDSM as a way to fix the source of the problems in their relationship.
    Justin sneaked a quick peek at Trish. Her soft brown curls, just long enough to brush against the tops of her shoulders, bounced into further disarray. He loved her curls. He had annoyed her on more than one occasion by playing with them. He liked to pull on one until it was as straight as it could be and then release it,