Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
When we got to the hotel, Travis carried our bags inside and signed us in. We rode the elevator up to our room. When we got inside, Travis went to the living room area, and I went to the bathroom, dragging my bag behind me. I pulled out the lingerie I had packed and put it on. It was very skimpy – a deep purple with lace – and barely covered anything. I knew Travis would love it the moment he laid his eyes on me.
I hurriedly placed all of the toys and bondage material on the bed. I wanted it all to be ready. I was most likely going to be stressed out tomorrow trying to get information, so I wanted to have some fun tonight before the real work began.
I walked out into the living room. Travis must have heard me because without turning around, he asked while scanning his eyes over the room service menu, “what do you want to eat for dinner?”
“Can dinner wait?” I asked him.
He turned to look at me and froze, his eyes hungrily trailing over my body. Tossing the menu aside onto the counter, he strode towards me, pulling his shirt off. Before I could figure out what he was going to do, he had me lifted up into the air and was striding towards the bed. I giggled and wrapped my legs and arms around him. “Fuck, you look so hot,” he groaned.
He laid us down on the bed and looked over all of the toys. He turned his head so his eyes could lock with mine, and I gave him a small smile. “Please?” I asked him, fluttering my lashes.
He smirked. “I guess we could go ahead and have some fun.”
My smile grew. Thank God, he hadn’t turned me down. I would have been completely humiliated after going through all of this work. Obviously, he wanted this as much as I did, and I was glad.
He stood up and began pulling the rest of his clothes off. I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail over him hungrily. “While we’re having a session, you have to let me know when something is getting to be too much for you. When I spank you, you always have to count, and if you don’t, I’ll punish you how I see fit. You can’t come until I tell you to. If you do, then I hold the right to punish you.”
“How do I know when the session has begun?” I asked breathlessly. God, just his naked body alone could make me lose my breath. He was one fine ass man. He was pure muscle, and his tattoos added to his sexiness. I just wanted to run my tongue all over him.
“When I’m naked,” he stated.
Oh, boy.
I guess that meant the session had begun. “Also, you must answer me whether it’s a command or a question.”
“Okay,” I murmured, watching him as he ran his fingers through his hair, coming to terms with the demons running inside of him.
He strode towards me and slowly slid the lingerie off of me, his lips and tongue following his hands. I moaned, clenching the bed sheets in my fists. Fuck, he managed to drive me crazy so quickly every fucking time he touched me. I had no idea how he did it. He had to have magic in his fingertips.
He grabbed the rope and rolled me over to my stomach, tying my hands up behind my back. “Normally, I don’t use this method of tying anyone up, but I don’t want you rubbing your wrists raw,” he quietly explained. “You almost did that the last time.”
He rolled me back over onto my back and ran his hands over my body, pausing to pinch and pull at my nipples, making me moan loudly. Using his thumbnail, he scraped my clit, causing me to cry out in pleasure and arch my back off of the bed. Fuck, that felt so good. “Please do it again, Travis,” I moaned out.
“You’re in no position to be begging me,” he whispered hotly into my ear, causing pleasurable chills to run down my spine. “I call the shots here, baby girl. But just to make sure you’ll be quiet, we’ll put this on you.”
He grabbed the ball gag and put it in my mouth. He smirked at me and began kissing all over my body, biting harshly on very sensitive spots. My moans were muffled by the gag, but I knew he could still make the sounds out. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was doing it well. I fucking loved how he knew my body better than I did.
He reached over and grabbed the nipple clamps, and my eyes widened in shock. Holy shit, I hoped those damn things didn’t hurt. As soon as he put them on, I moaned at the pain. I had to be fucking sadistic or something because I shouldn’t be this turned on by pain. Fuck, who knew nipple clamps could feel so damn good? They were connected by a long piece of chain, which he pulled on, smirking at me when I arched my back at the pleasure that the pain had caused me.