Rose looked out at the stage from the box, able to see only half of it from her position. “It’s funny,” she whispered to Papa. “I always thought the boxes would give the best view.”

Papa turned to face her. “You don’t need to whisper; the show hasn’t started yet.”

They had arrived at the theatre a little after seven, Rose barely able to concentrate as the heavy plug in her posterior kept reminding her of its presence. She had anticipated a long wait in the queue outside but instead Titus had been ushered inside by a smiling gentleman in a frock coat. “Wonderful to see you again, Mr. Burlingham. It’s been too long.”

“That it has, Geoffrey. This is my companion for the evening, Rose Winter, this is a good friend of mine, Geoffrey Lancaster.”

“Oh, he is too kind. Delighted to meet you, Miss Winter. Would you like drinks brought to you as usual?”

“Yes, please, Geoffrey. Is the Lafitte up to scratch at the moment?”

“Of course. I will bring you a bottle at once.”

“Excellent. I’ll take her up, you look like you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”

“As you wish,” Geoffrey said, bowing with a flourish.

“Good evening, Mr. Burlingham,” an usher said as they passed him on the way to the stairs.

“Evening, Malcolm, Gerty feeling better?”

“She is now, thank you, Mr. Burlingham.”

“Good to hear it.”

Titus greeted each member of staff as they made their way up the stairs. “How do you know everyone?” Rose asked as they reached the door into the auditorium.

“The theatre’s my guilty pleasure. Especially as my father paid for a box when this place was first built.”

“You have a box?”

“Indeed I do. How else do you expect me to fuck you without anyone seeing?”

Rose blushed, looking frantically around her to see if anyone had heard. Titus laughed, taking her hand and leading her up a narrow flight of stairs to a locked door. He pulled out a key and unlocked it, motioning for her to go inside. She stepped into a curtained box containing two antique chairs. Pulling back the curtain, she looked out at the stage and the auditorium, the seats below already starting to fill up with people.

The wine arrived a few minutes later, just as Rose was settling into her chair, the plug pushing itself further up into her, making it hard for her to hold her glass steady. The gaslights faded as she took her first sip, the play was about to begin.

She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. He had moved so quietly, she barely realised. Behind her ear, she heard Papa whisper, “Stand up and put down your glass.”

She did as he asked, his lips falling on her neck a moment later. The play had started but her concentration was only on him. His hands slid down her back. “What are you doing?” she whispered, glancing down at the crowd to see if anyone was looking their way.

“It is too dark for them to see,” he hissed back, kissing her earlobe. “Pity, they’d have quite the view.”

She felt his hands on the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly up her legs. Underneath she had worn no underwear as he’d ordered and his fingers went straight to her thighs, nudging her legs apart. She almost lost her balance, falling forwards but catching herself on the edge of the box. She gripped the railing in her hand, keeping as neutral a face as she could whilst his fingers teased their way around her core, stroking through her wetness and then up into her, making her want to scream with pleasure.

The actors on stage might as well have been speaking a foreign language for all the attention she paid them. His hands had moved to the plug, tugging and pushing it, stretching her entrance whilst she had to keep quiet, not wanting the audience to see what was happening to her. She tried to reach the curtain to pull it across and block their view but it was just too far away.

“Don’t move,” Titus growled behind her, easing the plug out of her. She waited, listening to the rustle of clothing behind her. A moment later, she felt the heat of his member between her buttocks, thrusting upwards along the valley of her posterior, teasing her further by sliding down to her nub, stroking gently over it, gathering up her wetness until it was coated.

“Don’t make a sound.” She knew what was coming but then he tricked her. Just as he seemed on the verge of sliding into her core, he moved upwards, pushing the tip of his member into her posterior, stretching her as wide as the plug had done. But he was so much bigger. She felt faint as he thrust slowly into her, each inch widening and torturing her, making her nerve endings come alive. It was so much better than the chair, better still than his fingers, it just felt so perfect, a blend of pain and pleasure that made her feel more alive than she ever had before.

He froze in place but she was too hungry for him to stop, pushing back against him until her bottom pressed against his hips. “You’re all the way in my bottom,” she muttered. “I can’t believe you’re all the way inside me.”

“I’m going to fuck your arse,” he growled back at her. “Because you’re mine to do what I want with. I’m going to come in your arse whilst you have to keep quiet.” As he spoke he pulled back and the moment he finished talking, he thrust all the way into her in a single strong motion, her posterior reacting by gripping him in place, drawing him further inside.

“Come in me,” she hissed, glancing out as a couple of people looked up at her. She managed a polite nod before turning her face to the stage, trying not to rock against the edge of the box as behind her, Titus began to slam into her posterior.

Her core cried out for attention and she managed to get a hand under herself, reaching for her nub, stroking it frantically whilst his breathing grew heavier behind her. “I’m going to come in your arse,” he said, too loudly.

A number of audience members looked up at her and she realised Titus was hidden at the back of the box, only her face was visible. Let them look, she thought, too far gone to care.

She felt it happen just as she reached her own climax. The feel of him spurting into her bottom combined with her finger’s light touch on her clit to push her over the edge. She kept her mouth closed, somehow she managed to not make a sound as his member jerked and twitched inside her posterior, filling her with his hot seed, making her feel more loved than she thought possible as her own climax raced through her.

The door at the back of the box creaked open and Rose was barely conscious of a lantern light shining in at her. “Mr. Burlingham,” Geoffrey whispered. “We’ve had some complaints from downstairs. Oh my goodness, what on earth is going on in here?”

Rose was still laughing when the two of them burst out onto the street a minute later. “I think it might be a while before I use the box again,” Titus said, taking her hand in his.

“I was so embarrassed,” Rose replied. “I can’t believe he saw that.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s seen worse. The other boxes belong to far naughtier people than me.”

“But you were inside me.”

“I was and if you’re lucky, I will be again very shortly.”

“Will you indeed?”

“There’s only one thing I regret.”

“And what’s that?”

“I left the deuced plug on the floor of the box.”