Chaste-ised (Kept, #1)

A cage. A key. A question I'd spent twenty-three years not knowing how to ask.

My wife took the key. She took her time. She decided when I'm allowed — and, far more often, when I'm not. She made "yes, ma'am" the truest thing I say all day. Somewhere in there she took all of me — and gave back the part I'd kept hidden even from her.

A long marriage seen from the inside: the year we stopped pretending. Told without flinching, and without shame.

Locked. Kept. Hers.

As long as she desires.