Double Crossed

thirty

Written by: @thetorturedpoet_13 

Taylors POV

We settled into our new lives well. It wasn't easy but God knew we did our best and we both knew how desperately we needed this.

After a long conversation we had decided to both take up jobs in the small town, even if it was just for show since we certainly didn't need the money but also to have something to do in the small town of Reading.

I had an interview as a primary school's librarian next week and Travis had secured a position at a local firm, thought he had made it clear as glass he would only work part time so we could have some more times settling into each other as well. Literally and figuratively.

I grinned as my eyes skimmed over the things I had set up for us. I had found a separate little cellar that wasn't connected to my new family and taken it upon myself to make it a fun room for Travis and me. 

The sex dungeon was starting to take form, the walls covered in dark red tiles so they'd be easy to clean. When someone first got into the room there was a bed against the wall and what seemed to be a large bookcase but if you pushed it aside and moved 'the godfather' in the case, it camouflaged into the wall and swung aside to reveal what I had put so much work into.

The room behind it was deep red, walls filled with everything from dildos, vibrators, a pole, a camera station, to wipes, spikes, clamps and handcuffs. There was a slim leather bed as well, an Andrews cross in one corner and a glory hole in the other.

I had also made sure to build in something like a desk for role play and God I was excited to test it tonight with Travis. He had the whole weekend off and Kylie, Jason and Wyatt were gone for the weekend so it was the perfect time to slip into a tight dress that hugged my curves and left little to the imagination and a pair of lovingly familiar Louboutins.

Officially Alison Kingsley might be gone. But for this kind of nights, she came back from the dead and the lingerie, the garters, the stockings I wore beneath this dress snuggled against the curves of my body with comforting familiarity.

I knew Travis needed this too. He had been in charge this whole time, taking care of everything but tonight, I'd handcuff him to that little leather chair opposite of the desk and ride him until he wasn't able to cum anymore.

I heard noises from upstairs indicating Travis was home early and grinned as I pulled my veil into place. The only change of my outfit was the diamond ring nestled on my left hand I hadn't taken off since Travis put it there, close to my heart so I would always have him with me.

He had gotten the biggest one when he had noticed the neighbor's teenage son and his father watching me clean his car in the front yard for about four hours (no white see-through shirt) and as much as people should trust others, I loved how possessive he was over me and I loved to play into it.

"Tiger where are you?" I could hear him call from upstairs and couldn't help but giggle. I had texted him and put up an extra big sign saying I was in the cellar but of course he hadn't read it. Instead of answering I moved into my leather chair, crossing over my legs and turning away from the door.

It was pushed open after about six minutes as Travis stuck his head inside, which I could observe from one of the many mirrors I had set up in the room, his eyes waying over the room before they settled on my veiled face as a small smirk curved onto his lips.

"May I come in?" He murmured but slipped inside, still in his suit and tie from work, the tie loosened and one of the buttons undone in signature Travis motion while the edges of his freshly trimmed beard were almost as sharp as my acrylics.