“Before we were together,” he says. “I tried a lot of different things—BDSM, ménage, and other types of kink. That all changed when I met you. I couldn’t imagine you in that lifestyle, and I could never have shared you with another man, so I put it aside. Kink was a preference. You were a need.”
“But we did . . . stuff,” I protest. Although I hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience before Dan, I knew even then that our sex life was unconventional. Dan was rough and dominant in bed. He had to be in control; he was happiest when my hands were restrained and he could tease and torture me to his heart’s content. I was uncertain at first, but I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on when he got bossy and manipulated my body until I was mindless with pleasure. When did we stop having that kind of fun in bed? When did our sex life become routine?
“That was pretty mild compared to what I’d done before,” Dan says. “It was BDSM-lite.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” And how could I have lived with him for so long and not know this about him?
“It was in the past,” Dan says. “And I was never unhappy with how things were between us. Just lately, I feel like I’m losing you, and if I was that man again, the man you fell in love with . . .”
“The man who could never contemplate sharing me?”
His voice tightens the tiniest bit. “I can do it for us.”
“Most people try counselling first.”
Dan laughs. “We aren’t most people. I enjoyed kink and from what little we did, I think you’d enjoy it too. Aiden’s in the lifestyle. He knows what he’s doing. I want this to be special for you. I want to show you the man you fell in love with . . .”
“I still love you,” I say.
“Then let’s try this, sweetheart,” he says. “For both of us.”