by J. S. Scott
I need to just enjoy the time I have with her. Not think about the future right now.
Problem was, he wasn’t the type of guy who just lived in the moment, and he needed Ally too badly to even contemplate her leaving him.
He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Ally made him ecstatically happy, but more fiercely territorial than he’d thought he could ever possibly be. Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind the fact that he always took her hard, fast and rough. In fact, she seemed to relish it. But he wanted even more. He wanted her complete submission to him, needed to know she was completely his, and he couldn’t get his frenzied cravings for that under control. Did she know she had him completely by the balls every minute of every day and never let go?
I might have to cook naked.
Oh yeah, she definitely knew, and she did everything she could to make him crazy. He loved it and he hated it. It was almost like she wanted to see him break, go completely caveman on her.
“Sweetheart, you have no idea exactly how demanding I could really be with you,” he whispered huskily, wanting to make her just as damn desperate as he was for her.
It wasn’t that Travis didn’t know that Ally was satisfied every time they were intimate. He made damn certain that she was. But he wanted her to let go completely, surrender herself totally to him and the white-hot passion that nearly consumed them both every time they were together. She was so fucking responsive, and she got so beautifully aroused. But he still felt like she was holding a part of herself back. And he was greedy. He wanted everything she had.
Glancing up at the clock, Travis cursed as he realized it was almost time for his meeting.
“Great,” he whispered harshly. “I’ll sit through the whole damn meeting wondering if Ally’s really cooking naked, my dick so hard I won’t be able to concentrate.”
He got up from the chair and straightened his tie. He’d warned Ally that he’d make her pay for teasing him. Problem was, every damn time she touched him, he damn near lost it. Walking out of the office and toward his meeting, he smiled, thinking of a solution that could remedy that problem.
Ally entered her bedroom, still damp and completely nude after her shower, squealing as the door of the bedroom closed loudly behind her. Relief flooded her body as she saw Travis standing in front of the closed door, still dressed in his office attire.
Needing to take a couple of deep breaths because of the scare he gave her by appearing out of nowhere, she flushed as his eyes roamed over her, his expression feral and hungry.
“You’re early,” she gasped, still not completely comfortable standing in front of Travis bare-assed naked. It was barely five o’clock, and she hadn’t expected him this early. She’d given him a key to the house, but he usually didn’t let himself in.
“I got extremely hungry for my appetizer,” he replied huskily. “And I couldn’t wait. Catching you at this moment is extremely convenient.”
Ally shivered as she looked into his eyes. He seemed different tonight, almost dangerous. Not that she was afraid of him, her body reacting to his fierceness, his proprietary stare. “It is?” she answered innocently. It seemed like the more desperately Travis wanted her, the hotter she became.
“Very,” he answered casually as he stripped off the jacket of his suit. “Do you know what it’s like sitting through a meeting while visualizing you naked the entire time? I wasn’t exactly productive. And I did warn you that you’d pay for your teasing.”
He had. And there was nothing Ally wanted more than for him to take his revenge. “I’m sorry,” she answered insincerely, because she really wasn’t very sorry at all.
“Don’t move,” Travis commanded in a low and demanding voice. “That meeting was very uncomfortable, Ally. And I know what I’d usually do is fuck you senseless, but I’m not going to do that right now.”
Ally was flooded with disappointment, followed by curiosity. She watched him warily as he slowly removed his black tie. “Then let me just grab a robe—”
“No.” Travis moved then, not stopping until he was right in front of her. “I don’t think so. I did promise I’d make you pay. The problem is that every time you touch me, I can’t think straight and I end up fucking you hard and fast. Do you like that?”
Ally looked up at him, confused. “You know I do,” she answered quietly.
“But I’ve never really gotten the chance to explore you, find out exactly what you like.” He moved behind her, and before Ally knew what exactly he had in mind, he’d tightened his tie around her wrists. “The only way I can think of to not lose control is to keep you from touching me,” he said mildly.
Ally yanked at her hands. They were bound together behind her back, not tight enough to hurt, but snugly enough so she couldn’t move them. “Travis, what are you doing?”
“Making you pay first. And then finding out what you really like. Exploring you. Exploring your pleasure.”
Ally felt a moment of panic as her vision went dark, and she could feel Travis tying something at the back of her head. “I can’t see.” The helplessness was both disconcerting and arousing.
Travis’s arms came around her waist, pulling her back against him. “Do you trust me, Ally?” His hands roamed over her belly and up to cup her breasts. “You don’t need to see. You just need to feel.”
She relaxed back against his body, the feel of his clothed body against her back making her want to get him naked now. “I do trust you.”
He pinched her breasts, bringing her already hard nipples to painfully sensitive diamond-hard peaks. His mouth explored her neck, nipping at the skin and stroking over it with his tongue. Her pussy flooded and she squirmed uncomfortably with a helpless moan. She was completely at Travis’s mercy, and that sensation turned her on more than she ever thought possible.
“Do you know that the moment I got out of that meeting, I had to go get myself off, thinking about how I was going to get my revenge?” he asked her in a hoarse whisper, his warm breath caressing her ear.
Ally quivered at the thought of Travis stroking himself while thinking of her erotic torture. “I wish I could have watched,” she admitted in a breathy voice, her lack of sight making her bolder.
Travis removed his arms and placed one hand on her neck, bending her body over. “It made me want to do this.” He moved her bound hands aside with one hand and stroked her ass with the other.
Smack!
His hand connecting with the flesh of her ass jolted her. She’d been expecting him to take her from behind, and she’d been more than ready. But the sting of his hand on her sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body.
Smack!
He’d landed the second stroke before Ally came out of her erotic daze enough to realize he was actually spanking her.
“Are you going to play nice from now on?” Travis asked in a controlled voice.
Holy hell! Her ass tingled, but he wasn’t hitting her hard enough to really hurt. It was more of an erotic sting. His dominance and control was arousing, seductive. “No,” she answered boldly, wanting more.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Every time his hand connected with her ass, she let out a gasping, needy moan. Sweet Jesus, being helpless to Travis, him being in total control of her body was about to make her come, and he’d hardly touched her. “Please,” she rasped, desperate for him to take her now.
He stroked over her ass, and then between her thighs. “I guess you like being naughty. Christ! You’re wet. Tell me what you like, Ally. What really turns you on?”
Anything with Travis, everything with Travis. “You. Everything you do.” He was teasing her clit with his finger, gliding easily because she was so aroused. “It’s all good. You’re the first man who ever made me come. The first man who ever put his mouth on me. Everything you do makes me crazy.”
He put an arm around her shoulders to steady her. “Is that really true?” He sounded angry and astounded.
“Yes. My ex was my first and only before
you, and he never tasted me, never made me climax.” Maybe it was because she couldn’t see his face, or because her whole body was trembling with need, but she felt like she could tell him anything, everything.
“I like being your first.” His finger increased its pressure on the bundle of nerves he was teasing, his other hand sliding down her back and down the curve of her ass. “Do you like this, being helpless, trusting me to pleasure you?”
“Yes,” she answered with a throaty groan.
The hand on her butt moved between her legs, wetting his fingers in her moist pussy and moving back up sensually to the area between the cheeks of her ass, lubricating the area before gently moving his index finger into her anus.
Ally’s body tensed, conflicted between the pleasure he was giving her by stroking her clit, and the apprehension of a forbidden sensation she’d never experienced before.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just exploring,” Travis crooned, pulling his finger out and then back in gently. “Does it hurt?”
It didn’t, and Ally let herself relax, starting to enjoy the gentle in and out motion.
She almost whined in disappointment as he took his hand away from her pussy. But almost immediately, his mouth took the place of his fingers, and Ally knew he must have dropped to his knees.
Her head began to spin as he continued to glide his finger in and out of her ass, while his mouth and tongue devoured her pussy.
“Oh God. Travis. Please. I don’t think I can take anymore.” She was panting, trying to catch her breath as her climax built, Travis’s heated, marauding tongue driving her insane. His erotic imprisonment made her arousal sharper, any inhibitions she’d ever had completely gone. There was only the pleasure washing over her body like a waterfall, pummeling at her until she no longer had a coherent thought.
Her climax tore through her body the moment Travis buried two of his fingers into her empty channel, her body so full of him that she imploded. Her channel clamped around his fingers, and Ally threw her head back and groaned. “Travis, Travis, Travis.”
He was there to catch her before she hit the floor, her legs too weak to remain standing. Travis carried her, still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, to the bed and dropped her in the middle of it. She heard the rustling of his clothes as she panted, trying to recover her breath.
She let out an audible sigh as she felt his naked body come down over hers, the feel of his heated skin making her groan feebly. She felt the ties on her hands come loose, only to be fastened again over her head and obviously attached to the headboard. “Please. I need to touch you, Travis.” She wanted to wrap her arms around his hot body, absorb his essence.
“Not this time. You look beautiful like this, Ally. I just want you to feel. I want this to last,” he rumbled. “You might be the one bound, but I’m just as helpless as you are. I want you to need me as much as I need you.”
Ally’s heart raced, amazed that he just didn’t understand that she did need him just as much as he needed her. “I do.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you.”
Travis let out a low growl of satisfaction and teased her clit with the silky head of his hard cock. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, toying with them. “You’re mine, Ally. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, Travis. And you’re mine.” Ally felt the same possessive instincts rising inside her, the need for him to belong to her as much as she belonged to him. “I want you to be mine. And I never want you touching another woman,” she told him fiercely, lifting her hips up, begging him with her body to take her. “Now fuck me.”
“Jesus, I love it when you say that,” he rasped.
Ally never had a chance to ask him which part he liked. He impaled her swiftly and deeply, his cock sinking deep inside her, filling her. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Travis. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t.”
She continued to babble encouragement, anything to try to make him understand that she had the same ferocious, carnal needs as he did.
Travis grasped her hips, starting with hard, deep strokes of his cock, each thrust ecstasy for her as he claimed her. “Mine,” he grunted with every pump of his hips.
Ally was frenzied, her desperation to feel more of Travis making her crazy. She wrapped her bound hands around the tie and yanked, feeling the headboard yield and the cheap plywood slat give way. Her hands still bound together, she leaned up and looped them around Travis’s neck, bringing him down on top of her, her lips searching for his mouth. “Kiss me,” she panted, her patience at an end.
“Fuck it! I can’t take it anymore. Touch me,” Travis exclaimed irritably, his lips crashing down on hers and his cock beginning to pummel into her as they strained together.
Ally relished the feel of his body on hers, his demanding tongue invading her mouth. This is what she needed the most, this demanding, fervent passion that was about to make her come apart. Tightening her legs around his hips, she demanded more, meeting Travis’s every thrust with an urgency of her own.
She detonated, coming apart as she pulled her mouth from his, screaming his name as she came, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body pulsated.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Mark the shit out of me.” Travis groaned carnally as his warm release flooded deep inside her.
He ripped the blindfold from her eyes, and tossed it to the floor, watching her shudder in the aftermath of her climax.
He rolled to her side, and quickly untied her hands. Ally wrapped her arms completely around him, plastering herself against the warmth of his body. As erotic as being bound and blinded had been, she’d missed being able to touch him.
They caught their breath with their limbs tangled together, their bodies moist with perspiration. When Ally was finally able to move, she looked up at the headboard. “I broke it,” she said, mortified.
Travis looked up and his face broke into a broad grin. “I’ll get you another one. That’s good for my ego. I take it that’s another first?”
“Definitely,” she verified with a sigh. “I guess every woman should get it so good that she breaks a headboard at least once in her life.”
Travis kissed her gently on the forehead. “Sweetheart, you can break as many headboards as you want. I wouldn’t complain.”
And then, to Ally’s surprise, he actually laughed, and it was a sound so contagious and rare, that she found herself joining him, both of them whooping until they were breathless all over again.
When they finally made it down to the kitchen, Ally’s dinner was pathetic, but Travis swore it was the best meal he ever ate. Ally knew he was lying, but it was the sweetest lie she’d ever heard.
Later that night, Ally was jolted out of an exhausted sleep as she felt Travis suddenly sit up in a motion so swift that it made her whole body shift, her head dropping back on the pillow as it slid off his shoulder. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she could hear his erratic breathing and there was just enough moonlight to make out his face.
“Travis?” she questioned softly, wanting to know that he was okay. “What happened?” She stroked the damp hair on his forehead, her concern elevating another notch.
He groaned and swiped his palms over his face. “Something’s wrong with Kade.” Getting out of the bed, he quickly dressed, buttoning his rumpled shirt as he added, “I have to go.” He picked his phone out of the pocket of his pants, walking across the room to turn on a small reading light. He clicked a button on his phone, barking out immediately, “What the hell happened?”
Ally knew he was talking to Kade. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was almost two o’clock in the morning, but Kade had obviously answered almost immediately.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Travis asked, running a hand through his already rumpled hair. “I’m on my way.” There was a pause as he listened before he added, “It do
esn’t matter. I’m coming.” He clicked the Off button and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
“What happened?” Ally could see Travis’s tortured expression now that he’d turned on the lamp, and it tugged at her heart.
“Asha took a fall down the stairs at their house earlier today. Kade said they checked her over and she and the baby are both okay. But they’re keeping her overnight for observation.” His voice was ragged and broken. “I’m going to be there in case he needs anything.”
“I’m going with you.” Ally jumped out of the bed, her concern for Travis, Kade, and Asha setting a fire under her ass.
“No. Don’t.” Travis’s expression was implacable. “She’s okay. I just need to be there for Kade.”
“How did you know?” Ally asked curiously. Travis wanted to be there for Kade, but Ally wanted to be there for Travis. He looked devastated.
“I wish I would have known in time,” Travis growled. “It started with my parents…” His voice dropped off, and he hesitated.
Ally came up beside him and put a comforting hand on his arm. “What about your parents?”
Travis eyes grew dark and cold as he said in an icy tone, “I killed them.” He shrugged her hand off his arm, picked up his suit jacket and left the bedroom without another word.
Ally stood there for a moment, her entire body trembling. She heard the door downstairs slam as Travis left, and she stood there for a moment in shock as she heard his Ferrari fire up.
Running out of the bedroom and down the stairs, she reached the door and flung it open just in time to see his taillights drive away from her house.
She closed the door and locked it, moving mechanically back up the stairs and crawling between the sheets that still smelled like sex…and Travis.
Her mind whirled over what had just happened, and the pain she’d seen on Travis’s face. As pieces of the puzzle fell into place, she buried her face in Travis’s pillow and wept.
