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 f**king 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 br**sts. “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 br**sts, bringing her already hard ni**les to painfully sensitive diamond-hard peaks. His mouth explored her neck, nipping at the skin and stroking over it with his tongue. Her pu**y 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 pu**y 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 pu**y. 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 pu**y.
“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.