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He walked to the bar and reached for the dental gag, holding it up as he returned. “The table maker provided a few accessories; this one goes in the mouth end to hold it open. I’ll go ahead and insert it now, before we get started.”

Travis used his finger to push her jaw open and Cara complied easily. He put the device into her mouth and felt his cock jerk at the idea she wouldn’t be able to close her jaw or control her drool. He wanted to kiss her forehead, stroke her cheek, but knew she needed him to treat her like a table right now.

Paul had left his single tail near the front door and he retrieved it while Travis placed the gag. He returned and took a few practi
ce throws
and Travis saw Cara jerk at the sound. He couldn’t resist giving her at least one reassuring caress, so he stroked a finger from the base of her ear
down her jawline
before standing to retrieve his single tail from behind the bar.

“My new table has an ass we can use as target practice. The table-maker even assures me it’s capable of screaming if you hit it right.”

“Nice. What’s the wager?”

“You take the right cheek
;
I’ll take the left. How about we make a line down the center of each cheek? The one who makes the straightest line gets her ass? Three strokes each?”

“Sure, and if we both make perfectly straight lines?”

“Then we’ll have to devise a tie breaker.”

Travis lobbed a few throws into the air while Paul walked their glasses and the deck of cards to the bar.

When Paul returned, Travis stepped into position, focused on the spot on Cara’s ass he intended to strike, and let it fly. It hit exactly where he’d resolved and he heard Cara’s gasp turn into a quick scream. He watched her breathing, saw she was handling it okay
and
coming to terms with the pain, and he let loose with his second strike an inch below the first. Another scream, and it took a few seconds longer for her to deal with the pain. Travis surveyed her posture and facial expressions, scrutinized her breathing, and by the time he threw the third his cock was tenting his pants and he wanted to stroke himself, but he resisted. He and Paul walked to her to look at the three marks.

“Perfectly straight line.” Paul gave a wry grin. “I taught you well.”

Travis smiled and stepped back to give the older man room
,
and to situate himself with a good view of Cara’s face. He watched her carefully as Paul worked, making sure she was handling everything okay. The game plan was to declare a winner if six strokes was all she could take, but to restrike the first mark each had made as a tiebreaker if Travis judged she wanted more.

Paul made his three strikes and Travis was certain Cara would be disappointed if they stopped. Her screams reflected both pain and arousal, and the end of the plug in her pussy shifted as she clenched around it. Her leg and back muscles strained as she tried to move her hips, but the bondage held firm.

He watched her as they negotiated the tiebreaker, challenging each other to strike the top mark in exactly the same place. She was obviously turned on and Travis knew her role of target, with no consideration for her pain, was working for her. He’d never tell her how close he paid attention to her reactions so he’d know before she did if it was too much, or if she fell out of the right headspace to enjoy it.

He worried about her legs falling asleep, so while they were discussing the tiebreaker he released her ankles from her thighs and gently lowered them, one at a time, to large pillows, so her shins were parallel with the floor.

Paul went first, and Travis was in place so he could throw his strike immediately after. Cara almost screamed a word at the second impact, but turned it into a wail halfway through. Objects don’t talk, after all.

The men stepped closer to look at the marks, and grinned. Both were almost perfect, and Cara looked like she needed a good fuck in the worst sort of way. Paul had insisted Travis take the win, saying it was important for a woman to feel good about her lover’s skills, and now he smiled as he said, “Looks like it’s your choice. The student has beaten the teacher.”

“Well then, I’ll take the ass and
you can have the mouth.”

Paul walked to her head and unzipped his pants while Travis unfastened his own and pulled the plug from her ass. He drove straight in the instant the plug slid out — no extra lube, no working up to it. Cara was ready and would love being taken this way, with no consideration. They’d dispensed of condoms between them a while ba
ck
and he loved the feel of skin on skin as he entered her now, the heat of her body searing his cock as her muscles squeezed and released, trying to come to terms with the invasion.

He stayed buried, pushing hard without moving
,
and reveled in the feel of her ass clenching and relaxing as he watched Paul smooth his condom on and drive into her mouth. This brought back memories of them fucking a woman after Paul had worked with him, mentored him, taught him how to safely let his monster loose.

Travis pulled back and drove into her, the friction and tightness threatening to send him into orbit sooner than he wanted. He could feel the plug in her pussy, the fullness making her ass squeeze him harder. He went slow, deliberate, trying to get control, however tenuous. The combination of her restrained body, the tight sheath of her ass, and the visual of seeing Paul fuck her mouth — he wasn’t going to last.

He began pumping in earnest, needing to spill, to fill her ass with the contents of his balls. He plunged into her, felt her coming
as
the rings of muscles surrounding his cock spasm
ed
around him, and he tried to count to ten in his head. Ten more strokes and he’d go; she needed him to keep fucking her through the orgasm, nine more, eight more. When he reached one he slammed home and held,
and
felt his own ripples and tremors as he lost control, buried deep, and emptied himself into her.

As the fog of the orgasm lifted and he resurfaced, he saw Paul turn the corner, heading towards the nearest restroom. Still partially on autopilot, Travis reached for the butt plug and slid it back into her ass. Cara wouldn’t relax with the fear of sperm leaking and he was hoping to finally give her some proper aftercare, but it wouldn’t be possible if she ran off to shower.

He retrieved the baby wipes from the bar, hastily swiping himself before zipping up, and using another to carefully swab around the outside of the plug. She didn’t need it, but it would make her feel better.

Paul returned and quickly helped him remove the glass tabletop, the wooden pieces holding legs and arms in a square, the table legs from beneath her arms and knees, the wrist braces, the gloves. They massaged her arms and legs, and Travis rubbed water-based cooling gel on her ass. He’d worry about cleaning her up tomorrow. Jazz had assured him the stain was waterproof but would come off easily with olive oil.

Paul helped him get her into the bedroom before nodding a goodbye and letting himself out the front door.

Cara permitted him to hold her, and when she snuggled against him Travis was so touched he was in danger of crying. She’d always pushed him away after a scene, and he’d allowed it, remembering the feral cat he’d tamed soon after buying his first place. It’d taken a long time to gain the feline’s trust, and he’d instinctively known if he ever forced the cat, it would never trust him.

It was possible Cara was still in scene mode, and he was afraid to get his hopes up too much. He prepared himself to let her go without showing disappointment, should she come out of it and push away, but he held her silently for a long while, enjoying the feel of her relaxed in his arms.

Eventually, he needed to pull her out and get her
talking, so he stroked her back
and ran his hands over her hair — not as a caress, but to get her attention. He gently removed bobby pins and released her hair from the bun, and when she finally began to stir he said, “How are you feeling?”

She flinched, but didn’t say anything. Travis tried again.

“Cara Mia, I need you to come back. I loved my new table, but now I’m ready for my human girlfriend to return. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Cara burst into tears and Travis held her, alarmed, but he’d hoped for some kind of breakthrough. He kept his voice calm and reassuring.

“I’m here Cara; I can handle whatever’s running through that beautiful head of yours. Let it out if you need to. I’ve got you.”

“Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. It’s so
Stupid
.”

She could barely form the words between sobs, and he rubbed her back, trying to sooth, to remind her she wasn’t alone.

Just when he was about to ask what was stupid, she continued. “Stupid Billy Jenkins, I had a huge crush on him and I thought he liked me, but he was only using me so I’d do his homework.” Her sobs racked her body now and she barely pulled enough air in to speak through her tears. “I gave him my virginity and he never saw me as anything more than something to manipulate so he could pass English and Algebra and get his precious football scholarship.”

Travis immediately wanted to find Billy Jenkins, hack into his bank account and wire all his money to a worthy charity, destroy his credit rating, and send red flags to the IRS —
but it wouldn’t help Cara now, so he said, “That was him being stupid, not you, Cara. You’re a beautiful soul and anyone with you in his life is lucky. He was stupid for not seeing that. You know how special you are, don’t you?”

“I know it now. But what you said, about first sexual encounters creating...”

Travis didn’t talk
. He
let her put it together. After a few minutes she stopped crying so hard, brought her breathing under better control even though the tears continued to flow, and said, “That’s why I looked for guys who were honest about not giving a shit. I cared so much about Billy. He was my first l
ove
and I thought we’d be together forever, but as soon as I’d finished the final homework assignment I could do for him our senior year, he dumped me and told me unless I wanted to go to college with him, he didn’t need me anymore.”

She snuggled into Travis arms, clinging to him, and he held her a little tighter, hoping to assure he had her, was there for her.

“He already had the football scholarship, but using it was dependent on graduating high school with a 2.5, so he broke up with Angela before Christmas and seduced me, dated me until the end of the year, then dumped me and went back to Angela.” Her voice turned harsh, caustic. “Apparently, she was in on it and they’d been pretending to fight and not like each other while fucking like bunnies in private the whole time.”

Travis sighed, kissed the top of her head, and reminded himself he was pissed at Billy Jenkins, not Cara. He made sure his voice stayed gentle as he said, “So you never let anyone else get close. You chose assholes and made it your choice there was no relationship.”

When she didn’t say anything Travis said, “I love you Cara. You are
so
important to me. Not what you can do for me, but who you are. Do you understand?”

She sniffled and started crying again. “Yes, I do, and it scares the shit out of me. If you were to dump me I’d be devastated. I walked away from you, I pushed you away, but I was miserable without you. I tried to tell myself it was the sex. I persuaded myself to believe I needed the kink you can provide, but it’s you I need.” She raised her head and her watery gaze crashed into his. “
You
. Not just the sex.”

He thought his heart might beat its way out of his chest as he said, “I love you Cara. I stopped saying it because you looked like you wanted to run away every time you heard it, but I think you need to hear me say it. I love you.”

“I love you, too. It terrifies me, but I do.”

He held the eye contact, and lifted his hand to brush her cheek. “I’m pretty scared sometimes, too. But we can do this; we can make it work.” He pulled her to him and she buried her face in his neck. He kissed the top of her head and held her tight, his voice breaking a little as he said, “I trust you with my love; I hope I’m trustworthy with yours.”

Chapter Twelve

A few months later Travis took her to a big Hollywood movie premier, flying them out on his private jet and arranging a limo to drive them between airport and theater.

He surprised her with a gorgeous emerald green dress, and draped a heavy diamond-encrusted necklace around her, settling it onto her chest so it perfectly paralleled the arched neckline of the dress. It was wildly extravagant, and she knew she shouldn’t accept, but it was
exquisite
with the dress.

He pulled matching earrings out, saying, “I won’t try to put these on for you, but they’re a set, with the necklace.”

“Travis, this is too much. I know i
t’s rude to ask if they’re real
but I need to know, because if they are I’ll be walking around in jewelry that probably costs twice what I paid for my car. I have no place to keep this sort of thing! What am I going to do with it?”