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  “I’m glad to hear it,” I said, grinning. “Speaking of which, how about we go and take a shower? I’ll be more than happy to give you a couple more while we’re in there. Then we ought to go downstairs and grab something to eat. I want to keep up my strength.”

  “Why? You have a day off tomorrow. No formal training. Just a rest ready for the final.”

  “That may be so, but I’m hoping to have a bedroom workout or two…or three, with you, my darling.”

  “Oh. Oh!” She blushed beautifully and I slipped my hand behind her head and pulled her to me, brushing my lips against hers before moving in for a deep, passionate kiss.

  It was some time before we made it into the shower, never mind the bar downstairs.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “So what are we going to do today?” I stretched my hands over my head, feeling perfectly satisfied as Travis’ attention was drawn to my breasts.

  He took a sip from a cup of tea, licked his lips and nodded slowly. “I’d like to do what I usually do before a final.”

  “Okay, is this something we’ve discussed in session? A pregame ritual?” I reached for my underwear, slipped it on over my shower-fresh body then grabbed a soft sweater and jeans. His attention didn’t leave me for a second.

  “No,” he said.

  There was something in his tone that halted me. Instead of reaching for my hairbrush I turned, caught his gaze. “So tell me.” There was something about his slightly creased brow and the set of his jaw that tumbled a pile of nervous butterflies into my belly.

  “I want to play,” he said, setting down his tea and shifting on the bed. His golden skin and dark hair were a startling contrast against the paper-white hotel sheets.

  “Play?” I repeated.

  “Yes.” He folded his arms, his biceps bulging, the tendons in his forearms flexing. “Play with you.”

  “But I’m no good at tennis.”

  He laughed. “There will be balls involved, sweetheart, but not tennis balls.” He shifted the sheet, stood and, gloriously naked, walked up to me and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Marie, I told you I had a dark side, a side of me that I kept well controlled, the lid on tight, and I do, we’ve done some stuff, fun stuff. But today…” He paused, licked his lips and frowned. “Today I want to take that a step further.”

  Okay, now I was nervous. Spanking had been fun. I’d learned to surrender to him, mix pain with pleasure. Treat him as my Master in the bedroom. But what else did he want from me?

  “There’s a club downtown. I’ve been there before when I’ve been to New York. It’s the epitome of discreet.” He touched his lips to the tip of my nose. “I want us to spend the afternoon there. It will be quiet that time of day, we can have a drink, a look around, then shut ourselves into a playroom.”

  “A playroom.”

  “Yes, exactly, and play.”

  “And this is good for you the day before a major tournament?”

  “Hell yeah, it’s always been just the thing in the past but with you, it will make me invincible.” He glanced away, at the floor.

  “So who have you been to these clubs with before?” I had to ask. The words fell out before I could stop them. I had no right to be jealous of women in his past, of course I didn’t. But that fact seemed to go unnoticed by my heart. The emotion was there, sticky and raw.

  “I haven’t had anyone special in my life for a long time, tennis has ruled my world. But…”

  “But?”

  “But luckily my mate, Kevin, he didn’t mind sharing with me.”

  “Sharing?” I couldn’t keep the shock from my voice. “What, like an orgy?”

  “No, no, I don’t have any desire to go anywhere near another man’s erection, believe you me. No, he let me play with his submissive Elle whenever I needed to have some release.”

  I thought I knew Travis, we’d been together a while now, but he’d shared his mate’s girlfriend, no, submissive? That really was a bit of a mind-bender. “So how did that work? You just called and said you wanted sex and he sent her over?”

  Travis shook his head. “No, it was always at his London club. To start with she switched between the two of us, but then he reached a point in his life where he was able to offer her everything she wanted, 24/7.”

  “Which was?”

  “To be a full-time submissive. She wanted the lifestyle.”

  “And you couldn’t offer that.”

  A flash of regret passed over his eyes and something in my chest tightened.

  “No, I couldn’t. Not only that, I wouldn’t have wanted to, they’re perfect for each other. It would have been wrong of me to come between them. I was fond of her but I didn’t love her.”

  “But you could still use her, for sex.”

  “I don’t think use is the right word, or if it was, she was using me as much as I was her. It was a symbiotic relationship between the three of us. Kevin needed a night off occasionally, she was damn near insatiable. And we both liked to play, a lot.” A wistful smile tugged his lips.

  “So what did you do with her when you played? Tell me. Do that stuff with me. Let’s go to this club, right now.” I grabbed my brush and dragged it through my hair. “Come on, we’ve had breakfast.” I pointed at the trolley strewn with croissants and banana skins and empty cereal boxes. “What are we waiting for?”

  He laughed, gathered me close and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “Your enthusiasm is infectious. Yes, let’s go.” He lowered his voice. “I only hope you don’t regret asking to see this side of me.”

  “Never.”

  *

  Travis had been right, the club was discreet. So discreet it didn’t even have a name, just a black door in a side alley in Greenwich Village. He plucked his cell from his pocket, dialed and said one word to whoever answered. “Catfish.” The door clicked open an inch.

  “Once inside,” Travis said with his hand on the door “you will be absolutely submissive. I am your Master and you will not forget to call me Sir. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Sir.” Oh God. I was a bubbling mass of need and apprehension. What the hell had I gotten myself into? His voice, his deep, husky voice, the way he was staring at me as if I were a lamb to the slaughter. I was on a one-way ride to my own sordid version of paradise.

  A woman with startling red hair took our coats and hung them on a rack.

  “I booked a room,” Travis said to her.

  “Yes Sir, room five is waiting for you. The place is rather quiet at the moment though.”

  “Suits us just fine.” He took my hand and led me down a narrow corridor. I got the feeling he’d been here many times.

  “Quiet doesn’t mean empty,” he said, stopping when we came to a large room that seemed entirely covered in red velvet—the walls, the floor, the big sofas and cushions.

  “No, I see what you mean.”

  There was a threesome on the closest sofa. Having a great time by the sound of it. The woman, on her hands and knees, was being fucked by a long, lean man with skin the color of the darkest night. She was also sucking a cock. It belonged to a shorter, tubbier man with a large dragon tattoo on his right pectoral. She was being shunted forward, pulled back, moaning and groaning and completely at their mercy.

  “Spit roast,” Travis said. “Does it appeal to you?”

  I shook my head. “No, I only want you, Sir.”

  “That was the right answer.” He squeezed my hand. “Come on, there’s not much to see and I can forsake the drink. We’ll start our fun right now.”

  “Yes Sir.” I swallowed the tremor in my voice, determined not to be nervous. I trusted Travis implicitly. Oh, I know he talked about darkness and pain and letting go, but how bad could it get? We were in love, we made love. A little sprinkle of kink was fine. Perfectly fine.

  Or so I would keep telling myself.

  He opened a glossed wooden door and urged me into room five. Squat church candles were set on high shelves, flickering gently and giving a
shadowy, ethereal glow. In the center of the room was a black padded bench. Like a surgical table, it had stirrups for resting feet and calves in.

  “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.”

  I shook my head. Already the pain was blooming, as it always did when he struck me, but this was different. It wasn’t his hand, it was something else.

  I strained to see. He took pity on me and held up a flogger with several long, thin tails made of what appeared to be suede.

  “Meet Cat,” he said. “Now get ready, this is going to hurt, but of course, in a very good way.”

  He struck again and again. Each time I flinched, fighting against my restraints and clamping my arse around the plug. He didn’t concentrate solely on my buttocks the way he did when he spanked me, instead he drifted the flogger upward to my shoulders, down almost to my knees. My thighs, I discovered, were particularly sensitive.

  The pain was white-hot, electric. I was on fire. Still Travis swung over and over. My moans had turned into one long mewl. It was both pleasure and torture. My pussy was thumping with need, my nipples dragging hard on the cross, the clamps heightening the sensation in them.

  As suddenly as he started he stopped. I was barely standing, my weight was hanging on the wrist supports.

  “Come here,” he said, slotting in behind my burning back, his now-naked chest cool on my skin. “That’s enough for a first time with Cat.”

  I released a sob. I so wanted to come. The dreamy state I was in demanded it. Endorphins raged through me and I needed pleasure, extreme pleasure to mix with my pain and take me to that special place only Travis took me.

  “Don’t worry, I know what you need.” I was in his arms now, he was lifting me across the room.

  The plug shifted in my bum. I groaned and tried to fret my clit.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he said.

  “Please, Sir.” The whine in my voice was pathetic. I didn’t care.

  He set me on the table and lifted my feet into the stirrups.

  I opened my eyes, blinked a few times even though the light was dim, and studied his face. He had a layer of sweat on his forehead, the same as when he was on the court. His jaw was set, his teeth gritted and he was fisting his cock—his thick, hard, sheathed cock.

  I bowed my back, shut my eyes again. He was going to fuck me while my arse was already so full.

  Could I do this?

  “Just relax,” he said, though he so
unded far from relaxed. “This is going to be so good for us both, Marie. Just let it go, let the tension go.” He shunted in the first inch, one short, sharp jab.

  My legs were fastened so I didn’t shift up the table, and he gained the entry he wanted.

  “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Talk to me, tell me how you feel.”

  “Floaty,” I gasped, “Turned-on… Full.”

  “I’m going to fill you a bit more now.” He eased in ’til he was balls-deep. A long, determined plunge that held no mercy.

  The sensation was exquisite. Stuffed but still wanting more. I tensed my pussy around him, arching for clitoral stimulation.

  “Oh yeah, you’re going to get it, here we go.” He pulled out, gripped my hips and slammed back in.

  I grabbed his wrists, hanging on tight as he fucked me with animalistic vigor. This wasn’t a controlled fuck, this was all about satisfaction and reaching that goal with maximum efficiency.

  Ten fast strokes and an orgasm was there for me to claim. It had been hovering the entire time he’d been flogging me and now I reached that blissful plateau and hung, suspended in ecstasy, for several long seconds. Feeling as though I’d been flung out of my own body and existed in a place where pleasure was a bubble about to pop in the most spectacular of ways.

  And it did. As Travis fucked me harder and harder I tugged the clamps hanging on my nipples, mixed that delicious new agony with the other tidal wave of sensations I was experiencing and came.

  It was swift but explosive, the convulsions of release claiming me totally, the overwhelming pressure erupting from the very center of my core. My arse contracted around the plug, my pussy clamped around Travis’ pumping cock and my clit thumped against his body as he rode into me.

  I tried to yell but my breath had been stolen. I wasn’t sure but I thought my heart had stopped beating. My world was black, white, red and silver. I was rising off the table, falling onto it. I was high, higher. Another orgasm rolled over me, mixing with the first, and this time I cried out.

  “Travis, stay with me, with me.”

  “Ah, yes, yes…I’m here, I’ve got you…” Travis joined me, pulsing out his load as I spasmed around his shaft. “Jesus Christ, Marie.” He was holding me in a pincer-like grip. I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. Bruises I’d be proud of.