Welcome to Saturday Spankings, the perfect accompaniment to Grand Slam. Here’s another snippet…
“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.
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