“Do you know what that is?” he asked, pointing to the wall.

Set against the brickwork was a large black cross at an angle so the triangle at the bottom had its base parallel to the floor. Like the bench, it appeared padded.

“No.” I shook my head.

“It’s a St. Andrew’s Cross,” Travis said, releasing my hand and stroking my hair over my shoulder. “And I’m going to tie you to it. Hands up there, ankles at the base, and do sinful things to your body that will hurt you, make you cry out with ecstasy and then float you into a place where only I exist.”

“Yes Sir.” It sounded like a whole lot of fun, sure, but there was something about the way Travis was holding himself—he was jittery, as if excited or keeping something back. It wasn’t like him. I’d reached the point I could read him easily, but now… There was definitely something off and it was as sexy as it was unnerving.

“Time to lose the clothes,” he said.

I quickly stripped and as each item was removed, he carefully folded it onto a high- backed chair in the corner of the room. He then flicked open a box, fiddled with something little and metallic and turned back to me.

“Squeeze your tits,” he said. “Get your nipples good and hard.”

They already were, the slightly cool air of the room and the thought of what was coming had lusty hormones racing through my system. I did as he asked, fondling and squeezing, tugging at my nipples until they were erect points jutting forward.

“Mmm, perfect,” he said, stooping to suck first the right and then the left into his mouth. He sucked hard and possessively, making greedy wet noises.

I ran my hands into his thick but feathery-soft hair. Allowed a hiss of air to squeeze past my teeth.

“Now for these.” As he spoke I felt the chill of metal clamping around my right nipple.

“Ouch, I—”

“Shh, it’s all good, it will just heighten the sensation, trust me.”

I watched, half fascinated and half wanting to wince as he attached the opposite one.

“I haven’t made them tight,” he said. “Just enough so you know they’re there. To remind you that your body belongs to me.”

“Yes Sir.” I let the discomfort turn into an erotic torment, felt moisture collect between my legs. It felt nice, this claiming. I wanted him to have me in every sense.

“Now over to the cross,” he said.

I stepped up to it, turned so that my back was against it.

“No, no.” He gripped my shoulders, spun me. “I want to get to your arse, Marie. Face this way.”

My sore nipples pressed against the frame and I gasped as he stretched both my arms up high, locking me in place by my wrists. Next my ankles were attached, leaving my pussy spread open and vulnerable.

“Now that is a great view,” he said from down by my right foot. “All ready and waiting for me.” He kissed my calf, behind my knee, my buttock and the hollow of my back. He trailed his fingers up the inside my thigh, over my pussy and rested over my back hole. “I’ve noticed you’ve got a bit of a thing about poking into my secret place,” he said, his breath hot on my skin.

I said nothing. It hadn’t seemed like a question.

“I think it’s time to return the favor.”

He left me for a moment but then was back, kissing, nipping at my buttocks, grazing the skin with his teeth. Again I felt pressure on my anus, this time cool, lubed pressure.

“Sir,” I gasped.

“Has anyone breached you here?” he asked.

“I, yes, no, sort of…” Damn how did I answer that?

“So which is it? Tell me.” His tone was steely.

“I did once, with a plug.” A wave of mortification washed over me. I’d never told another living person about that one moment of anal experimentation.

He chuckled. “And did you like it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, because that’s what coming for you again.” As he spoke, something hard and tapered and unforgiving pushed into my back entrance.

I squirmed and gasped at the rude invasion. It didn’t hurt, it was just shocking to be breached so intimately.

“Arch your back,” he said, gripping my hip. “I want to see your arsehole stretching for me, taking this plug. Come on, baby, just a little bit more.”

I fisted my hands, squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt now. It was big, how much wider would it get?

“Nearly there,” he said, touching my poor stretched skin, rubbing the cool, soothing lube around the entry point.

Suddenly it popped in. My anus clenched around the base of the plug and I let out a breath I hadn’t even known I’d been holding.

“So pretty,” Travis said. “Well done. And see how wet you are? That’s made you horny as fuck, hasn’t it, babe?” He slid his fingers around my slippery pussy, flicked over my clit and then sneaked a couple of fingers into my entrance.

I groaned at the wonderful feeling of him entering me there while my arse was so full and taut. My clit was humming, my pussy desperately in need of filling.

“Not yet,” he said, “first the other sensation you have come to crave.”

Oh God, was he going to spank me with the plug in my arse? I twisted against the frame. It was fastened solid, didn’t even rattle when I sagged my weight onto it.

The movement of air was the first thing I noticed, and then a split second later a blinding slap of agony on my buttocks. I cried out, unashamed of the noise.

“Ow, what the fuck?”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Don’t forget, you can always say the safe word.”