The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(11)

Chapter Four



Tristan waited for her to come back through to the sitting room. One of his memories of her house was when they’d moved the coffee table out of the way and made love on the floor. Those times were long gone as he observed her walking back to take a seat next to him on the sofa. The distance between them felt huge even though they were seated on either side of her large sofa.

“I’m ready,” she said, handing him a cup.

He’d never wanted her to know the ugliness of his past. What he’d tried to do to keep his wife happy. None of it succeeded. Kate wanted something from him he couldn’t give her. He should have gotten a divorce. He knew that now. Kate was still a good friend.

Sipping at the dark liquid he winced at the bitter taste. Vicki may be able to pour a decent beer, but make a coffee she couldn’t.

“Sorry, I haven’t improved any. Stefan drinks tea or fruit juices when I’m around,” Vicki said.

After tasting her latest attempt at a good coffee he could see why. He wouldn’t fault Stefan for no longer liking coffee. Vicki sipped at hers without wincing. Brave girl.

“I’m ready when you are,” she said.

He took another sip of the brutal coffee before turning fully toward her. Seeing her walk into the other room had made him realise he only had two options. Option one was to walk out and leave her alone. Maybe if he left her alone Vicki would start a life somewhere without him where he didn’t get a say in what she did. His second option was to be open with her and risk losing her love.

Vicki kept pushing him away, so he was shocked for her to even be in love with him. Taking a breath he saw her holding the picture of Kate.

Part of him still didn’t want to open up to her. He needed to.

“Wait. Before you get into your story of why you’re separated and whatnot, can you tell me if you love her?” Vicki asked.

“No, I don’t love her. Kate and I married because we were in the lifestyle. We both thought we’d be able to satisfy our wants and desires. None of it turned out to be so. We were not suited for each other as anything but friends,” he said, admitting the truth.

“You’re still friends.”

He nodded. Tristan wasn’t going to lie to her even though the temptation was there.

“Tell me what you want to tell me,” Vicki said, settling back.

“Kate and I met at a different club. This one wasn’t run by William. I can’t even remember the bloody name of the thing. All I remember was it was a bad club. The atmosphere and the way the club was set out held the feel of a real BDSM club. The people, however, were nothing like the people I know. I don’t know. Maybe I was pampered into a persona of how a person was supposed to be.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“I have strict rules of making sure a person has a safe-word that they use. Yours was butterflies, remember?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

“Anyway, there was no safe-word. When a woman shouted no the men just kept going. There was no stopping them. There was so much abuse going on. I met Kate as she looked as disgusted as I was. I found out she was a lawyer and liked to be dominated. She was looking for someone to take her needs to the next level.” He stopped to take a sip. Kate, at the time had looked so fresh-faced and new to the scene. The truth was a whole different ball game. “We left the club, and I made William aware of it. I don’t know what happened to it, but Kate and I never went back there. We started meeting on weekends, and I trained her to be my sub. She was amazing and responsive, and soon, the weekends turned into weekdays. Before we knew it, we were dating, and I was introducing her to other friends.”

Vicki sat back listening. He saw the pain in her eyes. She deserved to know the truth. His and Kate’s relationship didn’t have a happily ever after.

“We got married, and then Kate started to want more. The spanks needed to be harder. From my hand to the cane and more until eventually I hit her to the point that she bled.” Tristan licked his lips recalling the vile taste in his mouth at seeing the blood. “Kate liked it.” He ran a hand over his face. “She liked it so much that we’d fight. When we were doing a scene she’d tell me to go harder and harder, but I couldn’t. She tried to control the scene and screamed at me to give it to her.”

“It sounds awful.”

“It was. Being part of it was the worst. I couldn’t give her what she wanted, and in turn she couldn’t give me what I wanted.” He stroked Vicki’s hair. The colour was a darker blonde than his wife’s. Kate wasn’t his wife. She was a name on a piece of paper linked to his. “One day I came home to find Kate trussed up and bleeding. A guy who liked to inflict pain with knives and shit was there. I went mad. I’m not going to go into the gory details. What I saw on Kate’s face made me realise we were mismatched.”