Walking into Jenks to face her husband's ex-wife, Leesha felt her heart pounding from her chest. Thankfully, Colton had the day off of work and agreed to look after Ellie. She spotted a mane of wavy blonde hair on the deck and stilled her breathing as she approached.

"Lexi?"

The blonde glanced at Leesha over her sunglasses and smirked. It was little wonder why David had chosen her. She was gorgeous with long legs and a bright smile.

"Leesha, thank you for agreeing to meet up," she said, "Please, take a seat," Lexi called over the waiter with a wave of her hand. "Refreshment, dear?"

"Mimosa," Leesha replied and sat across from Lexi, looking out over the ocean. "So how was my husband last night?"

"A complete and utter fucking mess," Lexi replied, "no thanks to you. But don't fret, little one, I'm here to help."

"Get one thing straight. I'm not 'little one' and I'm not a child so quit talking to me like one. David might enjoy it but I don't."

Lexi raised her eyebrow archly and inclined her head. "Very well, dear. We shall dispense with the niceties then, shall we? I don't want to see David coming to my door in that pathetic state again. Do something about it!"

"And yet that didn't stop you from fucking him," Leesha chuckled. "At what point do you point the finger at him for cheating? I thought you, of all people, would understand that."

"Yes, we may have fucked but I knew it was for old time's sake and nothing more when he yelled your name as he filled me up," Lexi sneered, "Listen...I know Tico would have shown you how to control David when he gets like this, so why haven't you used them and saved yourself the heartache?"

The waitress brought Leesha her Mimosa and she sipped it, contemplating her answer. "Between my depression and dealing with two kids..." She shook her head and sighed. "If he needed something from me, why couldn't he just say so?"

"He shouldn't have to ask every time either. Isn't marriage supposed to be a two-way street?" she sighed.

"It is but I'm not a mind reader. Not when Ethan and Ellie are psychotic little troublemakers. Where was the two-way street with him helping to take care of them?"

"And that is the reason I never bred." Lexi wrinkled her nose and tossed her head in the negative. "Grubby, time-consuming creatures. I always loved traveling and kids would have meant no more of it."

The waiter returned to ask for their orders before the conversation could continue.

"Surely you would have seen the signs of his drug habit kicking back in? The highs and lows, the mood swings, shakes, loss of appetite?"

Leesha nodded. "I had found his stash and...things...escalated that night," Leesha said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

"There! That right there should have been the time to set him straight with a hard session in that room of yours. Oh how I miss that room," she trailed off wistfully, "He needed...guidance from then on in."

"I wanted nothing more to beat the life out of him that night...he got there first. I had a black eye and bruised neck for two weeks. Part of me was too scared to approach him again." Leesha's hand reflexively rubbed her neck.

"Listen, never show fear!" Lexi leaned over the table, conspiratorially, "That's the time you needed to pull up those big girl panties I'm sure you wear and punish him for thinking he can get away with that shit." She made her point by tapping the table with her finger as she spoke.

"If you can't do that...then walk away now. But if you walk away, know that he probably will sink even further. Do you want to lose the father of your brats completely to drugs and whores?"

"Of course I don't. How do I get over being angry at him though? Tico said 'never punish him out of anger.'"

"Then work your anger out in another way first," Lexi said, leaning back in the chair, "Go to the gym, lord knows you probably need it, or go get a massage, go for a run or a swim but convert that anger into energy that will sustain you through the fight you need to have to keep that man alive. I do not want to be going to his funeral because I will blame you...dear."

The two women fell silent then Leesha asked quietly, "Do you still love him?"

"I always will," Lexi conceded, "but I know that we've had our time. He was always a family man and I couldn't be...that...for him. It was a mutual decision."

Lexie sighed before continuing, "Listen...it's not hard to keep up with what's happening in his life. I've seen how happy he's been with you and I'm kind of jealous. This is just a bump in the road. Get him back off the drugs and everything else will fall back into place."

"He needs rehab and therapy. Minimum six weeks. That will give you time to sort out the family side of things. Employ a part-time nanny, if you have to, so that you have time together."

Leesha looked down at her salad and chewed thoughtfully, absorbing everything Lexi said. Yes, their marriage was worth saving...no matter how hurt she was over David's actions. She had zero idea, however..."How the hell am I gonna get him to agree on going to rehab?"

"Fuck him into submission...today! Once he agrees, get him in that fucking car and take him. Not tomorrow, not the next day, tonight! I can make the reservation for you. All you need to do is go home and change the meek little housewife into the Domme that he needs."

"I never thought I'd say this but...you're right. I'll give him a call from the--"

"No. Leave that to me. Use the drive time to get into that headspace."

"Why are you helping me? I thought you hated me and wanted me out of David's life," Leesha asked, unable to keep the question in.

"I'm not doing it for you, dear, I'm doing it for him. I will promise to be civil from now on if you can be...shall we agree on that much?"

Leesha nodded slowly. "I should probably get going and head home." They stood and Leesha placed $40 on the table for their lunch and drinks. "It's the least I can do for you talking to me. I can't thank you enough..."

"You can thank me by getting him clean," Lexi raised her glass to the dark-haired woman.

*~*David and Leesha*~*

After dropping off Ellie with the babysitter, Leesha arrived home. She exhaled when she heard soft piano music drifting through the air and set her bags by the door, the conversation with Lexi still lingering on her mind.

She glimpsed David in the living room, his bare back curved as he bent over the ivory keys of his Steinway. "Playroom. Five minutes. Go," she demanded, her voice steady and echoing off the walls.

His fingers stopped their dance and his head lifted. "Yes, Mistress," he answered.

Leesha breathed deeply and hurried up to their bedroom, eyeing the various black leather outfits in her closet. She decided on a zip-up leather dress with fishnets and black stilettos. If that did keep her husband's attention, nothing would.

By some miracle, the dress still fit after two kids and even made her breasts fuller. She added a little gloss to her lips and gel to her hair, trying to get herself into a dominant headspace. It was hard to push aside the anger but she needed to save her marriage.

Her phone buzzed with a text message from Julie.

Leesh, it's Jules. Matt's picking up Ari and Ethan. He can stay here tonight. I'll get him to school tomorrow. I hope you're fighting a good fight, honey. I love you and wish you well. Call me tomorrow! Xxx

She read it with a smile and shot off a reply of thanks to her best friend before turning the phone off. She inhaled deeply and took that first step toward the door.

She made her way downstairs and ensured her heels tapped loudly against the marble and hardwood floors. She hesitated at the playroom door for the space of a heartbeat then pushed it open.

David was naked and kneeling on the floor, his hair hanging like a blonde curtain around his face. Leesha slammed the door shut and smirked when he jumped. "Aww did I scare you, my pet?"

"No, Mistress."

"You will be," she smirked and grabbed a fistful of his curls, forcing his head back and their eyes to meet. "You want this so bad, I'll make you feel the pain you've put me through. The utter torture that being married to a piece of shit like you as caused me."

When he didn't answer, Leesha slapped him across the face and he whimpered, "I've been a piece of shit, Mistress. I don't deserve you." What caught her off guard was the tears welling up in his eyes, those baby blues misty with emotion and pain.

She let him go with a slight shove and strolled around the room, picking up a few toys and dropping them with a clatter onto the small table. A leather collar was strapped around his neck with a chain leash attached, and Leesha stroked it lovingly.

"On a chain like any other uncontrollable bitch," she chuckled and tugged on his, pulling David onto all-fours. "Crawl, you stupid fucking mutt!"

David regained some of his composure and crawled on his hands and knees over to the spanking bench with stocks attached. "Up!" He climbed onto the purple leather and his breathing hitched as his hands and head were locked into the stocks.

She cuffed his ankles and gave his ass a hard smack, forcing a quiet moan from his lips. "Tell me..." Another smack. "How did Lexi's pussy feel last night? Hm?" No answer. "Fine. If you won't answer me willingly, how about I beat it out of you?" She squeezed his balls and slapped them.

"How...how did you know, Mistress?" he breathed out with a groan.

"You thought I wouldn't find out that you went groveling to her?" She walked around him, taking in the sight of her helpless husband, and picked up her favorite whip. Leesha rolled her shoulders and lined her up with David's ass.

"Fuck!" he moaned, "Thank you, Mistress."

David groaned as the whip cracked against his skin...once...twice...pain shot up his spine and out to the very tips of his fingers. He was unable to move any part of his body...at the mercy of his love.

"You didn't answer me," she snarled. "How..." Crack. "Did..." Crack. "She..." Crack. "Feel?"

"Ungh...Hot...wet," he replied, breathlessly, "but nothing like yours, Mistress."

Leesha licked her lips as his skin flushed with pink stripes. She laid down the whip and took up a riding crop and thin rope, caressing the flat cold leather crop along his cock and slapped his balls. "Was it worth it?"

"Did I cum? Yes," he panted, "Was I happy? No. Did I hear the voices in my head afterwards? No."

She slid the crop handle under his balls, forcing them to lift and stretch, alternating between smacking them and his ass. David's body bucked from the pain. "You disgust me. Threaten me..." She scratched her nailed up the underside of his cock. "...you threaten to take the kids..." She squeezed under the head, causing it to turn purple and David cried out.

"Please, Mistress," his voice was strained and his breathing heavy, "I can explain."

"You better make it a good one. You owe me that, pet. You," a hard smack to his ass, "fucking," nails across his balls, "owe me. Talk."

He closed his eyes against the pain, sparks shooting behind his eyelids, his tongue came out to wet his lips enough to talk. "Th- the drugs...were never meant to last this long. One night. One night, I thought, I can handle one night. But the relief they gave me fr- from the anxiety of yet another child; it was bliss. A small light at the end of a long dark tunnel."

Leesha listened to her husband spill every sordid detail of the last year. All the while she wound up the rope around his balls, pulling it tight.

"Ungh," he groaned, "They made...oh fuck...they made me feel like I was twenty again. Young, dumb and full of cum. The- the girls...they didn't mean anything other than it felt better than jerking off in the shower."

She tied the other end of the rope to the bench and began toying with his asshole, pushing the handle end of the crop against the puckered hole. Her free hand reached up and dug her nails into his back, dragging them down to the top of his ass.

"I missed you! My Mistress," David continued the best he could, "I missed this. I missed us. You...you were always busy with Ethan...then Ellie."

Leesha's lips tightened and she gripped the handle of the crop. She stepped back and tossed it on the table, walking around to the front where he could see her. She peered down her nose at him as he stretched to see her unzipping her dress slowly.

"You begged me for another child," she spat and let her dress fall to the floor, showing off her stretch-marked body. "You fucking begged to have more."

"Because you look so fucking beautiful pregnant, Mistress," he said.

"Then you dare to leave me to care for them and complain about the lack of sex. News flash, pet. The kids needed me...and they needed you."

"I- I needed you!" he cried, spittle flying from his lips as the dam started to break, "Where was my time? Where was my wife?"

"Right here if you had bothered to talk to me," Leesha replied, praying to steady herself.

He hung his head as the tears rolled down his cheeks, the weeks of shame and misery that he'd fooled himself into believing was the best fun of his life broke through the thin veneer he'd been hiding behind. "I'm sorry...Mistress...baby, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything you say. Rehab? Sure. Therapy? Yes."

Leesha leaned down and got right in his face. "First, I'm gonna fuck that ass until you can sit for a week. It'll give you time to think about what's more important. You can either clean up your act or I'll drag you, your name and your career through the mud and make your life hell on earth. Your choice."

"I'll clean up my act. I swear to God I will. I'll go into rehab...I can't lose you or the kids," David sniffled.

Leesha sighed in relief to herself and smiled. She sauntered across the room and pulled on a black leather strap-on, already prepped with a nice curved dildo. As she spread lube along the dildo and David's asshole, she whispered, "So who fucked who with you and Jon?"

"I fucked him," he panted, "That's the way it always happened in the early days."

"Too bad," she sneered and pressed the dildo to his tight puckered hole, "for you..." David's body stiffened as she slipped through. "How's it feel to be the bitch now?"

"Hurts...hurts so good," he whined, "More...please, Mistress."

Buried deep in her husband's body, Leesha gave his ass a more playful spanking. She rolled her hips against his, massaging the soft bundle of nerves and laughed as his cock grew harder and strained.

"If you're gonna be a dirty slut," she moaned, "It's only gonna be with me. Understand, my little pet?"

"Yes, Mistress, oh god yes," David whimpered. "Never anyone else...ever again. I'm yours. Claim me!"

She held tight onto his waist and quickened her pace, thrusting deep into him until she felt the muscles in his body flex. "Come for your Mistress, my pet."

David came with a guttural roar with those sweet words, his body bending and contorting with the relief it provided as he emptied himself over the floor.

Leesha pulled roughly from his ass and straightened up, stretching out the kinks in her back. She took her time removing the strap-on, relieving David's balls and ankles of their restraints. He was sweating and shaking as she unlocked the stocks, catching him before he fell off the bench.

She helped him stand and led him over to the bed, where he collapsed onto the mattress. Tears flowing freely down his cheeks, he glanced up at her and swallowed thickly.

"Don't get too cozy, pet," she cooed and leaned back into the pillows, gesturing him down between her legs with one finger, "You've got a long night of apologizing ahead."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, feeling completely at ease for the first time in a long time. He felt like he was finally home again.

David realized after the third time Leesha woke him up, once straddling his face and twice with her strap-on that it would indeed be a long night. But this time, just after 3 am, he was surprised to see her eyes had softened and she was stroking his face with the tips of her fingers.

They both lay naked on the big bondage bed, legs entwined with each other. He watched her stretched over to the bedside table and held up a condom packet. "For my protection," she whispered, working the thin latex over his hardening cock.

"I understand, Mistress." She pushed him onto his back and crawled up, sheathing him with a tiny moan. His eyes became watery at feeling his wife's warmth, their hips rolling in unison as only seasoned lovers could.

She leaned down and moaned as his chest hair tickled her nipples, face to face and smiled when his hands slid around to knead her ass. Their lips captured the other in a fiery kiss. Her nails scratched down his chest and David groaned.

"I missed this," she whispered.

Neither grew louder but rather stared into each other's eyes, two souls reconnecting. She sped up her downward thrusting and David's warm breath washed over her. "I missed you, Mistress. I missed my wife...my lover..."

The sweet mutterings and friction against her clit was enough to push Leesha over the edge. As her muscles tightened around David, they came together in beautiful harmony. For the first time in months, she allowed herself to curl into his arms and placed soft kisses along his pecs.

"Did you mean it? About going to rehab and therapy?"

She could hear the pounding of David's heart as he answered, "Yes...if that's what it takes."

"It is," she answered with tears brimming. "I need my husband back. The kids need their Dad back."

"I need you too," David confessed.

"I'm not going anywhere...neither is Mistress," she chuckled.

He let out the first genuine laugh in months and his smile seemed to light up the room. David kissed her forehead and hugged her close. "When?"

Leesha propped herself on her elbow and looked down into her husband's blue eyes. "This morning. Check-in is at 7 am. I need you to go upstairs, get yourself ready and pack. I'll help."

"And the kids?"

"Ellie is too young to understand. I'll talk to Ethan about it later. But I need you to understand...this is your chance to clean up your act. There won't be another."

"I won't disappoint you, Mistress," he whispered and hesitantly reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Leesha's ear. With several grunts and groans, David rolled out of bed and disappeared upstairs. Leesha laid in the bed for a few minutes before putting on a pot of coffee and helping David pack.

By 6:30 am they were pulling up to the rehab centre in New Haven, CT and David's hands were shaking from withdrawals. Leesha took and kissed his palm. She helped him roll his bag up to registration and his bright yellow wristband was attached.

The orderlies were already coming through the double doors and Leesha knew she only had a couple of minutes left. She wrapped her arms around David's neck and the two embraced. "I love you, DB."

"I love you so fucking much, Babygirl," he cried into her shoulder. "Give the kids a kiss and cuddle from me."

"I will and they'll be waiting for one of Daddy's bedtime stories when you get back," she choked out, tears staining his t-shirt.

"Will you be waiting for me though?"

"Yeah...I will. I'll come to see you when they give me the all-clear. I put a few photos in your bag too...just in case you need...reminding." She pulled away and cupped his face in her hands. "Please don't forget why you're here."

"How could I? It's you. You're my reason for everything," he sniffled, crushing his lips against his wife's.

"Sir? Please follow us," one of the orderlies said.

David finally let his wife go and rolled his bag towards the double doors, glancing back to blow her a kiss and followed the orderlies past the point of return.