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and walks away from me. I hear running water, and crack open my eyes to see him washing his hands at the sink in the kitchen alcove. He finishes then turns to face me, a towel in his hands. He’s regarding me, his expression cold. I’m struck by how handsome, and how powerful he looks, towering there still fully dressed in his smart wedding finery. Whilst I grovel on the floor in front of him, naked, humiliated. And so aroused I could weep.
    “Are you in pain, Summer?”
    “No, Sir. I’m fine.” I mumble my answer through my disheveled hair but he hears me.
    “In that case, what are you doing still on the floor? Kneel up. Now.” His tone is curt, and my contrition is instant.
    I try to push myself back onto my knees, but each movement brings a wave of rather odd sensation deep inside my arse. Not unpleasant, but very, very unsettling. I’m not in pain, but still feeling delicate. At last, though, I’m back on my knees, my hands laid on my thighs palms up, my eyes directed toward a spot on the floor about a foot in front of me. And it’s that spot that Dan chooses to plant his feet as he comes back to stand over me.
    “Look up, Summer. Look at me.”
    I obey, regarding him through a shimmer of tears. I’m not sure why I’m crying. Maybe I’m not—not really. It’s just all so, so…overwhelming. He sees my emotions painted across my face. Of course he sees. He misses nothing. He crouches, now at my eye level. He wipes away a tear from my cheek with the pad of his thumb, but makes no other comment.
    “Now for the fucking part. You were looking forward to that I think, my sweet little slut. Are you still of the same mind?”
    I blink, shake my head briefly in an attempt to clear my vision if not my thinking.
    “Yes, Sir. Please.”
    He smiles as he cups my chin with his hand. “Good. You’ve done well this evening. I know that wasn’t easy, and I can tell by your face it still isn’t. But you haven’t whinged, haven’t complained. I’m very impressed. You deserve something nice now. Go into the bedroom and wait for me there please.”
    He gestures with his head to a point somewhere behind me, presumably the bedroom, though I’ve yet to enjoy the grand tour. I was hardly through the door into the apartment before he ordered me to strip and kneel.
    Obedient, I start to rise, but find this is not easy. Each time I move, so does the plug, sending waves of sensation through my arse. My cunt clenches, the hardness of the plug pressing against the soft walls of my pussy. I stagger as I try to stand, and might have dropped back to my knees but for Dan’s steadying hands under my elbows. Despite his chilled sharpness when he spoke to me a few moments ago he’s all concerned kindness now, gently easing me onto my feet. I cling to his arms, aware once more of his pristine fully dressed elegance in sharp contrast to my own state of naked vulnerability.
    But I feel safe. Totally safe. And very enthusiastic about what’s to come.
    “Go on. I’ll be with you in a minute.” He turns me and points to a door across the room. He drops a kiss onto my shoulder and pats my still tender bum.
    And I start to move. My progress is slow, decidedly unsteady, but I’m determined to get to the bedroom. As he says, I’ve earned it. As I reach the door Dan calls his final instructions to me.
    “Face down on the bed. There are restraints on the headboard. Please slip those around your wrists and I’ll tighten them in a moment.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Two things strike me immediately as I enter the bedroom—two dominant features. First, the bed, which is huge and looks to be made of solid oak does indeed sport leather straps attached to the headboard. It is oddly positioned in the center of the room. A large chest, also oak by the look of it, sits at its foot. The duvet is a plain, deep red which matches the carpet.
    The second striking feature is the St Andrew’s Cross positioned against one wall, huge and sturdy