GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 014
- BIKER BABE -
His bike turned
her on and so did he, reminding her, in
his tight leather jeans and singlet, of
a young Marlon Brando. Dressed in leather
bra, mini-skirt, garter-belt, stockings
and six-inch heels, she obviously had much
the same effect on him and as his eyes drank
in her body as she admired his motorcycle,
she wondered if he could live up to being
as dangerous and rebellious as he looked.
"Hey, babe," he said, "How
about we get out of here? You up for playing
my game, with my rules?"
"Sure," she told him, her heart
beginning to race and her sex moistening,
"Any way you want to play is fine with
"OK," he replied calmly and without
another word, reached into the side-pannier
of his bike and pulled out a long coil of
She hesitated as he said, "Turn around
and put your arms behind your back,"
then slowly did as he wanted.
Rope encircled her wrists, seven or eight
loops of it and as it drew taut to bind
her wrists in a snug grip that she knew
she couldn't escape, her belly burned with
a fierce heat as she saw that quite a few
of the other bikers at the annual motorcycle
meet had stopped what they were doing and
were watching intently, some grinning, others
clearly envious and several, including one
other girl, even giving her a "thumbs-up."
With her wrists secured, he moved on to
her elbows and as her spine hollowed, more
turns of rope bound her arms into a single
column and a couple of loops clamped her
limbs tight against her back.
"Climb on the bike and put your feet on the rests," he told her and as she obeyed, her skirt rode up to reveal her stocking-tops, suspenders and a few inches of creamy thigh. She couldn't do anything about it and as he lashed her torso to the seat back and her feet to the rests, she took a deep breath and made herself relax as much as she could, acutely conscious of the hard buttons of her nipples straining against her leather bra and the wet heat between her spread thighs.
He looked into her eyes, "You quite
sure about this, babe," he asked, "Last
chance if you want to change your mind."
She smiled a little nervously, "No,
I'm sure," she replied, "Your
game, your rules. I know what I'm doing."
"You think?" he smiled back, "OK,
let's hit the road, then."
The bike came to life beneath her when he hit the starter and as he dropped the clutch and moved forward, the other bikers cheered and waved at the sight of one of their own riding off with his helpless captive tightly bound on the seat behind him.
As the bike roared down the blacktop at
a speed far in excess of the legal limit,
she was torn between excitement at her unexpected
plight and delight at the sensation of windblast
pummelling her breasts and thighs, mixed
with an understandable anxiety at the possibility
of being spotted and pulled over by a police
car and then having to endure the humiliation
of explaining why she was tied up and half-naked.
Even so, she couldn't help grinning to herself
at the thought that, even if the worst happened
and they were both arrested, there would
be no need for the cop to handcuff her because
she was already trussed like a turkey at
Twenty minutes or so down the road, the
biker slowed and turned off, bumping across
the uneven ground for a few hundred yards
into the vast, unpopulated scrub and woodland
that stretched for miles in every direction.
When he braked to a halt and got off his
bike, she looked up at him and smiled weakly
as he gazed down at her and said, "Ready
for some fun, babe?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess so," she replied
uncertainly, "What…what do you have
"Relax, babe," he grinned, "You're
playing my game now and it'll be fun. But
don't forget, you agreed to play by my rules,
She hesitated, then nodded, "OK. Your
rules it is. I can do that."
"Good," he said and to her surprise,
began to untie her ankles.
As the ropes started to loosen, she felt
a keen sense of disappointment and as he
moved behind her, said, "Hold on a
minute. You don't..well..you don't have
to let me go, you know. If you'd rather ... rather
leave my arms tied, I wouldn't m-mind
In fact, I'd like it better if you did."
He chuckled, "Would you now? Well,
that's real nice to know, babe, but you're
worrying about nothing. I've got no intention
of letting you go. There's a real nice set
of leather cuffs in the pannier and as soon
as I've got these ropes off, we'll see how
they fit you."
Two minutes later, she discovered that they fitted perfectly and with her wrists locked behind her back and her ankles cuffed, she was in no position to resist as he knotted a rope around her neck and tethered her to a tree branch high above her head, then took her mini-skirt from her.
Strolling around to stand before her, he
chuckled again, "I've got you now,
babe. This is where the games begin, just
like you wanted and agreed. So let's see
if you're as hot as you look."
And as his hands captured her breasts and
explored between her thighs, her arousal
and passion spiralled higher and higher
until she was unable to control her need
and her belly exploded in a shattering climax.
Shuddering and squealing in the throes of
orgasm, she surrendered utterly to her bondage
and his thrilling dominance over her and
as her juices poured from her sex to soak
her leather panties and her nipples quivered
and strained, threatening to burst through
her matching bra, she knew that he was right
and that she really was his hot, needy…and
most definitely willing prisoner ...
A bound, defenceless captive who wanted
more of his games and accepted his rules
as the price she must pay.
Within minutes, a second even larger orgasm
left her panting and trembling in her bonds,
but instead of giving her what she really
wanted and taking her there and then, he
simply left her wrists cuffed and put her
back on his bike without replacing her skirt,
telling her that by the time they reached
his house she would have recovered enough
to really enjoy the next part of his plans
She wasn't quite so sure of that, but had little choice and as the bike accelerated down the road, she resigned herself to remaining tied up wearing only her bra, panties and stockings for a little longer and let her mind visualise all the deliciously erotic things that he might have in mind for her.
On arrival at his home, a good-sized cabin
set a mile or more off the road down a private
track in the woods, he escorted her inside
and after removing the cuffs from her wrists
and ankles, asked her to take off her bra
and panties if she was still willing to
continue with the game and abide by his
She held his calm gaze for a moment, then
answered his question by unclipping her
bra and sliding her panties down her legs,
discarding them both to leave her with only
her garter-belt, stockings and shoes.
"I'll take that as a yes," he
chuckled and when she nodded her agreement,
instructed her to lie face down on the carpeted
floor and place her arms behind her back.
Watching him intently, she gulped as he
opened a cupboard and took out a set of
gleaming steel cuffs, her eyes widening
as she saw the size and obvious strength
of the devices he was going to use on her.
These were not toys or even standard police-type
handcuffs, but expensive, custom-made restraints
and the moment she saw them, she knew that
once they were locked onto her limbs, there
would be absolutely no possibility of escape
for her and she would have to remain his
prisoner until he chose to release her,
no matter how long that might be.
Her belly burned with fierce heat as he
knelt beside her and as she felt cold, hard
steel encircle her wrists and heard a series
of metallic clicks as the cuffs tightened,
she trembled to the thrilling knowledge
that it was too late for her to change her
mind and regain her liberty.
The second pair confined her ankles just
as efficiently and as he went back to the
cupboard and fetched a long length of chain,
she tested her bonds, confirming that there
was no way to slip her wrists from the cuffs.
Returning to her side, he told her to bend her knees and bring her ankles up towards her wrists and when she obeyed, used a large, heavy padlock to connect the pairs of cuffs together, hogtying her into almost total immobility.
There was no point in her trying to resist
as he fitted a plain steel ring around her
throat and when he tensioned the chain from
this to her cuffed limbs, she was forced
to arch her head back, any attempt to relax
her neck muscles, or even wriggle, causing
the collar to tighten.
And when he carefully lifted her onto her
knees and spread her thighs, her entire
body from neck to crotch was displayed to
his eyes, her breasts and sex hopelessly
vulnerable and available for whatever he
cared to do to her.
Her eyes widened as he went to the cupboard and returned with a large black vibrator,
"Uh, you don't…don't really need that,"
she told him shyly, "I'm pretty..uh..wet
"I know," he replied, smiling,
"But this is my game, remember, so
unless you'd like me to gag you, I suggest
you keep quiet. OK?"
She looked at him for a long moment, wondering
if he would, then shrugged, "OK. I
won't say another word."
"Good," he said calmly, "It's
better if you obey by your own choice."
It didn't seem to her that she actually
had much choice, but she let it pass, suspecting
that if she argued, it would simply give
him an excuse to gag her.
He pressed the switch and the vibrator buzzed
softly as he brought it towards her parted
sex, "I reckon three more climaxes
should just about be right to get us both
in the mood to party ..."
Her belly fluttered uncontrollably as she
gasped in alarm, knowing she was powerless
to stop him.
He chuckled, "Game on, babe,"
and as he held the vibrator to her clitoris,
her head arched further back, mouth opening
in a silent scream as the oscillations sent
devastating arousal racing through her to
trigger a huge orgasm.
And as her juices exploded into her belly, he gazed down into her eyes, "One down and two to go, babe. So let's see what happens when I switch this thing to maximum."
After the last of the three extremely large
and powerful climaxes he had promised her,
she was bathed in sweat, panting, gasping
and shuddering to the immense convulsions
racking her belly, her sex and thighs stained
with the juices of her uncontrollable surrenders
to the merciless vibrator he had used on
her so skillfully.
Her cool self-possession had long since
vanished, consumed in the fires of her enforced
need and although she pleaded with him to
have pity on her, to come to her and take
her fully, he simply grinned down at her
and refused, reminding her that she had
assured him that she would play by his rules
and had known what she was doing.
She tried to argue, explaining that she
hadn't realised he would be so demanding
and hard on her, but when he shrugged and
told her that it was a bit late to change
her mind and that she had the choice of
either remaining silent voluntarily, or
being gagged, she knew that he was not joking
and that if she persisted, he would do exactly
what he said.
In subdued silence, she put on the leather
corset he selected for her after releasing
her from her steel cuffs and when he tightened
it to his satisfaction ... and rather more than
hers ... let him escort her to a second room
at the rear of the house.
Where, with a wolfish smile, he politely invited her to take her place on the device that awaited her.
It was obvious to her that the thick steel
poles of the frame were designed to display
her in a stretched, held-open position similar
to a mediaeval rack and for a moment, she
wondered how he would respond if she flatly
refused to let him secure her to it.
But on the other hand, if she agreed, she
would be ideally secured for him to take
her and although he had demonstrated almost
superhuman control not to have taken advantage
of her body already, she couldn't believe
he would be able to carry on resisting her
and denying her what she craved when she
was so helplessly offered and available.
He had to be turned-on by her obedience
and acceptance of his bondage and after
a lightning glance at the bulging crotch
of his tight leather jeans, she saw that
she was right and that he wanted her just
as much as she wanted him.
Without further hesitation, she eased herself
down onto her back on the frame and placed
her arms and legs against the cool poles,
letting her thighs part and extending her
arms up and back behind her head.
With a deftness that told of much practise,
he quickly fitted fingerless mittens on
her hands and attached them to the pulley
system at the head of the frame, then buckled
her ankles into leather cuffs at the other
end and tightened leather straps at her
waist and throat.
And when he used the pulleys to stretch
her to a point just short of serious discomfort,
she was unable to move a single inch, her
entire body drawn out to its maximum extension
and completely immobilised.
Still highly aroused from her submissions
to the vibrator, she whimpered in need,
clenching her jaw to stop herself screaming
for him to take her as he ducked under the
poles that held her legs wide and stood
gazing down at the wet, inviting cleft of
her gaping sex.
Then he chuckled, "Party time, babe.
But I still don't want to hear a peep out
of you," and she heard the sound of
his zipper being pulled down.
Clearly relishing his absolute power over
her, he made her wait just a few seconds
longer, then lunged forward, his thick,
iron-hard erection spearing deep into her
body in one irresistible thrust, impaling
her and driving to the core of her seething
For a split-second, she froze, then a shrill
squeal of ecstatic surrender burst from
her and her belly convulsed wildly to release
floods of her hot juices over his embedded
shaft as his ruthless penetration of her
triggered a gigantic orgasm.
She couldn't move ... couldn't even arch her
hips up to meet him…and as he grinned down
into her frantic eyes and began to take
her with long, fast plunges of his hips,
her passion intensified and her belly pulsed
again and again, each immense contraction
spewing still more juices into the boiling
cauldron of her lust as he ravaged her without
Helplessly bound and utterly defenceless,
she could only submit to his overwhelming
masculine power and as he neared his peak,
she panted and gasped as his thrusts grew
stronger and harder, until with a hoarse
groan, his shaft jerked and twitched deep
inside her and hot jets of his spend hosed
into her belly, wringing a final, devastating
orgasm from her to set the seal on her ultimate
But that had been more than two hours before
and she was still strapped to the frame,
waiting for him to return and release her.
He had told her that he was going to make
them both dinner and she had assumed he
would free her.
But he hadn't, simply telling her that he'd
find her something suitable to wear when
they ate. And then he'd left her.
At first, she'd been annoyed, but now she
was just hungry.
He'd better be as good a cook as he was a lover ...
a mixture of sweat and the sticky juices
of her climaxes, she had really needed a
shower, but before he agreed to her request,
he had made her promise to wear the new
restraints he had selected for her when
she had cleaned up.
This time, the corset was bright red, but
just as tight as the black one and did an
excellent job of showing off her figure.
The locked steel cuffs and spreader-bars were equally efficient, holding her wrists and ankles apart, but permitting her to sit down and move around as long as she was careful. It would have been a lot easier if he'd fastened her wrists in front rather than behind her back, but that was too much to hope for and she was happy to have even limited freedom after the hours she'd spent in the frame.
And the dinner was delicious ... even if she
did have to submit to the indignity of having
it fed to her piece by piece after he connected
her spreader-bars with a short piece of
chain led under the seat of her chair ....
He gave her wine in the same way, holding
a glass to her lips between each mouthful
of food and by the time the meal was over
and the second bottle emptied, she was so
relaxed that she just shrugged when he told
her that she wouldn't actually be spending
the night in his bed.
"You don't seem surprised, babe,"
he asked curiously, "How come? I thought
you might want to party some more."
"Oh, I do," she assured him calmly,
"And I'm sure we will. But you love
tying me up and we both know that I love
being tied up and helpless, so I was pretty
sure you wouldn't just let me go."
He grinned a trifle ruefully and rubbed
his chin, "Hmm. Seems you know me pretty
well, babe," he replied, "You're
quite right. Do you mind?"
"Do I have a choice?" she countered,
tugging gently at the cuffs on her wrists,
"And anyway, I agreed to play your
game, with your rules, didn't I? So I guess
I'll have to see it through."
"I guess you will," he said cheerfully,
"OK, then, it's time for bed, babe.
Well it is for me, but I made other arrangements
for you while you were taking your shower."
"Is that so?" she eyed him cautiously,
"And what arrangements might they be,
if I'm allowed to ask?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough,"
he told her airily, "Just a little
idea I had to keep you out of mischief while
I regain my strength."
And that was all he would say while he disconnected the short chain and led her away.
His "little idea" utilised the
same thick poles that had formed the base
of the stretching-frame she had already
experienced, but rotated ninety degrees
and with the long arms and pulley system
What was left was a rectangular cage, some
four feet high and two-and-a-half feet wide
and deep, with one end hinged open to make
Uncuffing her wrists, he smiled, "In
you go, babe," and as she hesitated,
thinking that it was going to be a long
night, added "Problem, is there?"
"No, I guess not," she said resignedly,
"Not for you, anyway," and as
he chuckled, she dropped to her knees and
shuffled forward into her temporary prison,
inching forward until her shoulders met
the front poles and her head and neck protruded
through the bars.
"Let me have your hands, please,"
he requested and when she complied, re-secured
her wrists to the spreader-bar and then
bolted the centre of the bar itself to the
outside of one of the vertical poles of
With her arms held apart and rigidly fastened,
he moved behind her and closed the cage
door, carefully positioning her feet with
her insteps hooked over one of the horizontal
bars, before clipping a chain to the central
bar above her and leading it down under
the spreader-bar linking her ankles and
through between her parted thighs.
She shivered and gave a gasp of alarm, raising
her hips as far as possible as cool links
of steel slipped into the deep cleft between
her buttocks and bisected the soft, moist
folds of her labia, but as he tensioned
the chain until it was again nestled firmly
into her sex and clipped it in place, her
eyes widened to the realisation that any
movement on her part would cause the chain
to slide back and forth and any relaxation
of her leg muscles would cause it to sink
deeper into her body.
After only a few seconds she could already
feel the strain of keeping her hips high
and when her muscles tired, as they inevitably
must, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop
it happening or prevent the arousal that
would be bound to follow ...
She knew she would come and as she visualised
herself being forced to submit over and
over as the frenzied gyrations of each climax
set off the fuse to the next as she writhed
against the chain, her belly swirled and
quivered with fierce heat to the thought
that while she was enduring the torment
and ecstasy of the ingenious plight he had
inflicted on her, he would be fast asleep
in the comfort of his own bed.
Probably dreaming of even more humiliating
and demanding ways of subjugating her ...
Hopelessly distracted by her own fevered
imaginings and the turmoil in her belly,
she didn't even notice the steel collar
until it was around her neck and he was
padlocking it to the bar under her chin.
Even if she had, there was nothing she could
have done about it and as he stepped back
and grinned down at her, she summoned up
a wry smile, "Well, I guess you can
sleep safe in your bed tonight. There's
not much danger of me creeping up on you
and ravishing you, is there?"
He laughed, enjoying her spirit, "No,
babe. Not much. In any case, I suspect you
may have other things on your mind tonight.
Or you will if that chain between your legs
works the way it's supposed to."
She blushed and dropped her eyes, unwilling
to admit that it already was and that she
could feel her first climax building inexorably.
He laughed again, interpreting her response
accurately, "I see it is, then. Good.
I'm off to bed now, so enjoy yourself, babe
and I'll see you in the morning, bright
and early. I've got another busy day planned
for you. Starting with a little oral fun,
because seeing as how your mouth got you
into this in the first place, it's about
time it did some of the work, don't you
Before she could think of a suitable reply,
he turned and strode out and as the door
closed behind him, she nibbled on her lower
lip, her mind racing as she tried to imagine
what he had in mind for the following day…after
he had used her mouth for his pleasure ...
Until her legs tired and the chain began
its insidious, tireless and completely irresistible
work ... more than fulfilling his expectations
and her fears as she was sent hurtling into
a shattering orgasm, its massive power and
depth made even more devastating by the
stunning revelation that she had been horrifyingly
For even as her belly convulsed and a torrent
of hot juices erupted into her sex and over
the chain as she came, the friction of her
labia and clitoris against the steel links
sent renewed jolts of overwhelming arousal
raging through her body, adding a savage
upward twist to the spiral of her enforced
passion and speeding her on her way to a
And a third…and a fourth ... and still more ... until her drained, exhausted, shuddering body could give no more ...
He came to release
her at two in the morning, releasing all
of her bonds and lifting her into his strong
arms, where, even before he had carried
her to his bedroom and gently laying her
down, she was fast asleep.
And there she remained for eight hours,
until her eyes finally opened, to see him
gazing fondly down at her.
"Good morning, my little sleepyhead,"
he greeted her, "How do you feel?"
She stretched carefully, then smiled, "A
few small aches," she replied, "Nothing
serious. And apart from that, I feel wonderful.
Which is pretty amazing after what you put
me through yesterday."
"Oh no, you don't," he retorted,
grinning, "I'm not falling for your
innocent act. You enjoyed every second of
it just as much as I did, so don't try and
con me with those big brown eyes."
"Well ... you were pretty tough on me,"
she began, then seeing that he wasn't taken
in, gave a shrug and a chuckle, "Oh
all right then. Yes, I admit it. I loved
it all, you brute. Even when you nearly
drove me mad with that damn' vibrator. And
as for that chain between my legs while
I was in the cage ... Do you have any idea
how many climaxes I had, because I sure
as Hell don't ...?"
He bent quickly and stopped her flow of
words with a hard kiss, crushing her lips
under his and probing her mouth with his
tongue until she responded and gasped for
breath through flaring nostrils.
Releasing her at last, her gripped both
of her wrists in one hand and pinned them
above her head, then pulled the sheet down
to reveal her breasts and sent his fingers
to her stiffly-erect nipples.
She squealed and writhed, but couldn't escape
and as he toyed with the rigid buds, said,
"See. I told you that mouth of yours
would get you into trouble. So maybe you'd
better use it to pay me back for all those
climaxes you loved so much. Right?"
On the last word, he applied a sharp squeeze
to her right nipple and as she yelped and
winced, he let go of her wrists and lay
back on the bed.
For an instant, her mouth opened as if she
was going to argue, then she thought better
of it and nodded silently.
With a sinuous twist of her body, she rolled
onto her knees and lowered her head to his
groin, her lips parting to envelop his partially-erect
shaft and take him into her soft, warm mouth.
And as her busy tongue lapped at his flesh
and her cheeks hollowed, she quickly sucked
him to a powerful climax that sent his spend
jetting into her throat as he groaned with
the pleasure of her skilled efforts.
Lifting her head only after she had swallowed
every drop, she grinned cheekily at him,
"So, are we even now? Or do I have
to go back in the cage until you get your
"Would you like to?"
"That depends on what else you've got
in mind. You told me you had plans for today
and we're still playing by your rules, aren't
He nodded, "Indeed we are, babe ..."
Which was how, an hour later, after breakfast,
she came to be dressed in a gleaming suit
of polished black rubber so tight that every
curve and recess of her body was emphasised
and displayed so perfectly that it was plainly
evident she was completely naked beneath
the glossy sheath.
Ankle-high ballet-boots with 8-inch heels
arched her feet into a near-vertical line
and gave her no option but to balance on
her toes, while a combined posture-collar
and hood kept her head and neck rigidly
erect and covered everything except her
eyes, nose and pony-tail, concealing the
gag filling her mouth.
Behind her back, steel cuffs confined her
wrists and elbows, chain linking these to
the matching cuffs on her ankles and restricting
her steps to barely more than a slow, careful
Compressed by a black leather corset, her waist was a full four inches smaller than normal, highlighting the swelling curves of her breasts and hips and as she gazed in awed fascination at the erotic picture of helplessly restrained feminine sexuality she presented, her emotions see-sawed between thrilled delight at her appearance and horrified shame at the thought of being seen as the male fantasy sex-object she had become.
Time and again, she told herself that if
she had only known what his plans for the
day had been, she would never have allowed
him to persuade her to wear the suit, or
let him chain and gag her into mute submission.
But she had not known and by the time she
learned her fate, it had been far too late.
Obedient to his rules and seduced by the
sight and feel and even the intoxicating
scent of rubber, she had willingly…even
eagerly…assisted him to seal her into the
costume, not even objecting to the gag and
chains that ignited a fire of arousal in
her belly as she was bound.
His touch through the rubber sent ripples
of excitement through her body and even
though her feet and legs ached from the
ballet-boots and the strain on her shoulders
was distinctly uncomfortable, her throbbing
nipples and the heat and moisture at her
sex was more than adequate compensation.
Or so she thought, until he clipped a chain
leash to her collar and told her what he
And that was where he was going to take her, dressed exactly as she was, so that he could get together with fellow bike enthusiasts for a second day, swap gossip about bikes and life in general, sink a few cold beers, listen to the music and just enjoy the fun and the atmosphere.
believe it ... couldn't believe that he was
serious ... that he was going to let her be
seen in her rubber suit and chains…that
hundreds of people, mostly strangers ... would
stare at her breasts and buttocks and sex
without her being able to cover herself ... that
everyone who saw her would automatically
assume she was his willing slave and sex-toy
and that even her female biker friends wouldn't
dream of intervening to rescue her and would
probably be secretly jealous ... that she would
be completely helpless, not even able to
scream or cry for help if something awful
happened ... that she would be led around on
a leash like a pet animal, with no way to
refuse or even protest ... that she would be
the centre of attention, the focus of every
male eye, a living breathing sexual fantasy…that
she would be the only woman in rubber bondage
at the entire meet ... that somebody, probably
dozens of people, would take photographs
of her and ask questions and make comments
that she would only be able to endure in
silent humiliation…that she would be totally
dependent on him for protection and any
needs she might have and would have no choice
but to obey him and do exactly what he ordered
whether she wanted to or not ... and that
he, with her leash in his hand, would revel
in the notoriety and bask in the attention
and compliments he would undoubtedly receive
as her "owner" while she would
only be able to watch and wait and pray
that he wouldn't get carried away by the
praise and decide to demonstrate his power
and control over her by making her do something
even more embarrassing.
Like making her climax in front of everyone ...
Because as she thought about the incredible public ordeal she was about to undergo, her belly swirled and burned with incandescent heat and her nipples thrust like acorns against the tight rubber of her suit and she knew that it would only take a touch of his hand to trigger the gigantic orgasm that hovered over her like an avalanche waiting to fall and engulf her.
And as the leash tightened and she was led, teetering on her enormous heels, out to where his bike waited to speed her down the road to her unavoidable fate, she shuddered and gasped to the searing need that permeated every atom of her body, hoping against hope that she could hold out through the hours of torment that lay ahead of her until she was once again alone with the man whose thrilling domination, inspired ingenuity and ruthless determination to explore and extend her limits of submission and sexual passion, brought her such excitement and ecstasy that she knew she could never love or share her life with anyone but him.
The man whose wedding ring glittered on the third finger of her left hand.
Her adored and adoring husband ...