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taking great joy in watching it bounce back into place.
    Trish hated when he did that. She also didn’t care to be called Trish. He was the only one who ever got away with it. She once said it sounded right coming from him.
    She had an amazing body that only seemed to get better with age. It was curvier now. Her hips were wider, a result of two pregnancies. She sagged in a few places, but that seemed to matter to her far more than to him. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, to convince her that her beauty still captivated him. He knew she didn’t consider herself attractive anymore.
    When she said she felt sexy, it had taken every ounce of his self-control to refrain from letting loose with a victory yell.
    He hadn’t lived up to her expectations in the past few years, but she hadn’t been honest about her discontent. They would begin working on that now. He aimed to begin making up for his part of the problem this weekend. Trish deserved better. She deserved to have all of him.
    He wondered how she would take the news when he told her that he had taken a voluntary demotion to free up his time. It meant less money, but he didn’t honestly think she would care about that. Frowning, he squelched the urge to swear out loud. He hadn’t even thought to consult her about taking a demotion—though then she would have wondered where he went two nights each week and every other Saturday afternoon.
    She whimpered again. He checked her out. Her cheeks were flushed, nearly as red as her backside. In a million years, he’d never thought the act of spanking his wife would make him so hard it hurt. Every time he shifted, the abrasive denim of his jeans torqued his need up another notch.
    He dialed up the remote. Her body jerked, and her eyes flew open. She turned her head, regarding him with wide eyes. He grinned back at her and turned on the radio.
    Her whimpers turned into desperate squeaks. She strained to close her legs, but the bar between her knees prevented that from happening. Her arms moved, her back arched, and she yanked at the handcuffs.
    “Justin, oh, Justin.”
    He loved the way she said his name. At home, she never used it. She almost never spoke directly to him. She sent the girls to him instead. “Go ask Daddy to start the grill. Go ask Daddy if he has to work this weekend.”
    He loved being a father. He loved that his little girls looked so much like Trish. They both had her kind soul and generous heart too. She was a giver, his Trish. He hadn’t understood what that meant until the second week of bondage classes when the instructor explained that most submissives were givers. As her dom, it was his job to make sure she got what she needed, sexually and emotionally.
    The noises she made grew louder and more urgent. He reduced the speed of the small egg he had placed inside her.
    She groaned and shifted to look at him. “You’re going to kill me this way, aren’t you? You’re going to tease me until I die from frustration.”
    He wanted to stop the car and fuck her, but he didn’t. She had to accept the fact that he was the boss. Besides, GPS put their destination at only fifteen minutes away.
    The small opening announcing the narrow road to the cabin wasn’t more than a brief break in the tree line. The ruts in the driveway caused both of them to rock back and forth. Justin braced himself with one hand on the door. Trish moaned loudly.
    He glanced over again. The way her elbows bent next to her head obscured the expression on her face. He liked the way she looked, bound and helpless, completely at his mercy. Well, the road’s mercy, at any rate. Judging by the noises she made, her pleasure intensified as the car bounced over the ruts.
    She sighed when he stopped in front of the cabin. Leaning forward as far as she could go with her hands bound behind her neck to the headrest, she peered at it through desire-heavy eyes. She licked her lips. He noticed they were drying out from all the panting