Page 98 of Tied to You
“Your cunt,” he begins, hammering his hips, “is mine. Mine to own. Mine to love. Mine to destroy.” He’s speaking to our chaos. “Do you understand?”
I have no way of answering, but I clench my body around him, widen my legs and lift my hips as best I can.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Now scream for me.” He drags the thong from my mouth, and on a giant gasp of air, another orgasm collides with his own.
Our bodies clash and clatter together, the sounds of his wet slaps, slowly drawing to a stop. I feel him pulsing inside me, but before he’s finished, he’s unstrapping my wrists and pulling my body to his. “Now, I love you.” He’s panting, his hot breath hitting my face.
I nuzzle into him as he lifts me, my arms completely numb. I feel his heart beating under my cheek which is pressed to his damp chest. “Until the sun rises?” I manage to ask, my voice hoarse.
He kicks open the door to the bathroom and walks me to the toilet. I’m placed on the seat whilst he turns and starts running the water. The room is in keeping with the rest of the house. All of it farmhouse style. The tub is even made from copper. I want to ask how he afforded all of this, but I don’t need to. I know.
I should question it. Challenge it, maybe. But I haven’t yet.
Rubbing my eyes, I cough in need of some water. “You okay, baby?”
“Thirsty.” I smile at him, crossing my arms. I cough again, holding myhand over my mouth.
“Let me get you some water.” He leaves the room, coming back with a drink a few moments later.
I take a sip, swilling the cold water around my mouth before I swallow. “Thank you.” I hold it out, and he takes it, placing it on the small unit by the sink.
“Come here.” He steps to my side, dipping his body and scooping me into his arms.
I manage to loop my arms over his shoulders this time, then I’m placed in the bath. The bubbles coat my body, the hot water nipping at my toes, then my legs and my bum as Travis lowers me. I immediately sink under the surface, allowing it to cover my face. It relaxes my muscles. The weightlessness bringing my body immediate relief.
The low hum of Travis’ voice echoes above the surface. Kicking up with a splash, I break the surface of the water.
“There she is.” The smile that breaks on his face is the one I love the most. It’s him at his best. No fears. No worries about Dean or the club. Just him. Happy. Calm.
I rub the water from my eyes, swiping under my bottom lashes in case I look like a panda.
“Here.” Travis winks at me as he stands, grabbing a washcloth and handing it to me.
“Did you get these?”
The line his lips pull into make it so obvious. “Janette,” we say in unison, breaking into laughter afterwards. She really has enjoyed helping pull this place together for us. All the way down to the finer details.
I wipe the makeup from my face then submerge my head.
Travis picks up a fresh bottle of shampoo, and I sit up before he begins washing my hair for me.
I move to accommodate him, closing my eyes as his fingers work my hair into a lather. I can’t help the soft hum that leaves my throat.
“Feel good?”
“So good.”
He smiles when I peek my eye open at him. He’s enjoying taking care of me.
“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” I ask.
“You mean you can’t guess?”
Closing my eyes, my lips pull to my ears as he rinses the suds from my long hair. “They want to take us out. Don’t they?”
“Yep. Can you guess where?”
I look at him, my body suddenly a little tense.
