Chapter Ten
~Billy~
Montero has primed my wife for suspension bondage, allowing her to test the waters of that startling extreme. He is reasonable—though no submissive would ever agree with me, especially not Hope who seems to have a mortal dread of the man. I’d push Hope right in the man’s face if it were me, but then, Derek is not me. It’s hard to believe that anyone would think him kinder, but in this case, I’ve become the blackguard and he the sweet prince. The irony does not escape me.
When Kirsten hangs in bondage, it will not be the Spaniard mastering her. This one is all mine.
As I pull my beloved wife from sleep, she sighs. Her naked body undulates like a field of ripening grain. I’ll be glad when I have her home, where, during moments like this one, I can simply roll her ove
