Darkest Fantasies (28 page)

'Esther...' he
simpered, 'will you let me down, please? I can explain.'

'Hah! This
should be good,' she sneered. 'So, explain.'

He didn't like
the cynicism he heard. 'Esther, it wasn't true, what that
woman—!'

The vicious
cut of the cane silenced him. 'Don't lie,' she said firmly. 'You
are not in a very safe position for lying, are you?'

'Esther, you
let me down this minute!' he ventured.

'I'll let you
down when I'm good and ready.'

'Esther,' he
said firmly. 'You don't know what you're saying. You're shocked,
but I can—'

'Shut up.'

He couldn't
believe his ears; couldn't believe the way his wife was talking to
him and how she was behaving. 'Honey, this is all a silly mistake.
Just let me—'

Again the
savage cane cut him short.

'I warned you
not to call me honey!'

The sting of
the cane made him hiss. 'Esther... darling,' he croaked, 'I've been
abused today—'

'The other
women, the weekends away - they will, of course, stop
immediately.'

'But—!' the
cane cut down again and he lurched, the leather bonds creaking as
he wailed in anguish.

'You'll learn
eventually,' she said grimly. 'Now, the truth.'

Between the
odd hint of less than gentle persuasion, he told all. His spirits
sank lower and lower as he realised just how much that bitch had
told his wife, how much she was just asking him to confirm.

'Now,' Esther
said when he'd finished. 'Let's get one thing straight. If I let
you go, you promise to be faithful to me?'

'I - I
promise,' he said meekly.

'Because I've
taken just about enough from you, and I won't have it any more.'
She unbuckled the hood and pulled it from him completely.

Kevin blinked
against the sudden light and frowned, confused. He was in his own
garage, and yet... he was also in the lair of the bitch, and before
him stood the bitch in person. In the same clothes as she had been
wearing earlier, minus the lacy knickers. Very slowly, she reached
up and removed her hood. 'Oh... my God,' he said in shocked
wonder.

Esther smiled at him; a curious mixture of carnal knowledge
and innocence. 'Yes, I'm the bitch,' she said. 'And from now on I
will be a bitch whenever you need me to be.
And
,' she stressed, 'whenever you
forget who you're married to.' She walked to the wall and released
the ratchet that was holding him to the pulley system. 'You, in
turn, will please me whenever I want you to.'

He stared at
her, bemused. 'But I thought I did?'

'Well,' she
said thoughtfully, 'after the dinner, in the woods - I have to
admit you pleased me then.'

'You knew it
was me? You didn't mind?'

Esther was
delighted by the pitiful expression on her husband's face. He
looked like a little lost boy. 'My dear,' she said, her confidence
increasing all the time, 'I asked you to do it, and of course I
enjoyed it - you were there, remember? I'm a red-blooded girl and I
sometimes love to be tied up and rough sex, just like you do. Why
you assume I won't like something when you do, I can't fathom.'

He tried to
digest everything, his head in a spin. 'And in the van, you liked
that?'

'Of course,
silly,' she said, trying to disguise her astonishment. That had
been him, too?

Now he was
looking less worried, and more interested. 'And you want me to do
things like that again?'

'Sometimes
I'll just want you to make love to me, because I love you. But now
and then I'll want you to tie me up and whip me as I tied you up
and whipped you. I'll want you to abuse me. But most of all, from
now on we are married in every sense of the word. Do you
understand?'

Kevin lowered
his eyes and nodded, suddenly feeling ashamed of his history of
infidelity and cursing himself for foolishly ignoring his lovely
wife and risking their marriage. As Esther knelt to release the
ties around his ankles he gazed down at her beauty and felt
breathless feelings of love well up inside. She really was quite a
girl. He'd never fool around again.

Esther felt
euphoric that her plan had achieved such a complete success. She
just knew that she'd won her husband back, that from now on he'd be
totally loyal and attentive, cherishing what he had. She glanced up
and caught him looking down at her. Her wide eyes sparkled and her
soft voice was seductive as she said, 'And as for the abduction in
the van... that was a brainwave. I was so turned on...'

As soon as
she'd spoken she knew something was wrong. Kevin looked blank, and
her stomach sank as he said, 'Abduction? What van?'

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