Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I’m going to remove the blindfold now.”
No, no! Then he’d see her tears.
But she couldn’t seem to voice her objection and when the blindfold was removed, tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh, baby. It’s intense, isn’t it? It’s okay. I’m here. I’m going to keep you safe.”
Suddenly, she was lifted, blanket and all and then she was sitting on his lap. His arms tightened around her, holding her.
“You’re all right, baby. I have you. You’re safe. Nothing is going to touch you.”
She felt better being held tight by him. It didn’t feel like she was in freefall anymore with no way of catching herself.
Warm lips were pressed to her forehead and she turned her head, burying her face in his chest as she let go and cried. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, crying, but by the time she had finished she was spent. Exhausted.
Shoot.
That had been a lot. And she couldn’t believe how she’d fallen apart like that.
“Here, baby. I have some water for you. Open up.”
Turning her head, she opened her mouth and let him give her a drink of water much like a baby. Then he slid some chocolate between her lips and she sucked on it.
“Hey, tidied up the area for you.”
She blinked up at Rusty as he approached, then crouched in front of her.
“Thanks, man,” Travis said. “I’m going to take her upstairs.”
Rusty gave her another look. “You good?”
“Yeah. Sorry,” she whispered croakily.
“Nothing for you to be sorry for.” Rusty disappeared and Travis stood and carried her out of the room.
“Close your eyes, baby,” he instructed.
She did as ordered as she didn’t really want to see anyone and she was still feeling a bit disjointed and strange.
Then she was laid down and she opened her eyes, glancing around. The room was almost romantic looking. There was soft lighting and she was lying on a four-poster bed with a white sheet on top of the mattress. It might have been like any other bedroom if it wasn’t for the steel rings she could see that were obviously used for tying someone to the bed.
As she spotted them a wave of interest hit her.
Travis lay next to her and used some tissues to clean her up.
“That hit you hard, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know why,” she said. “I just . . . I felt so free up there, when I was tied up, with you in charge. I could forget all about my mother. About him. About everything else and just live in the moment. And then when you took the ropes off . . . I just felt so lost and vulnerable.”
He wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her over so she was lying on his chest and he held her tight. She relaxed against him with a sigh.
“It quieted my mind and my mind is rarely quiet. I love that about scening. But this felt like something more . . . I was free of all my worries. I wasn’t thinking about whether there was enough food at home or that I felt dirty. That was all gone.”
“I’m glad you had some peace,” he told her. “And I’m sorry that got taken away. Maybe we can work on you always being free of those worries.”
“Yeah. I’ve managed it before, it’s just that I’ve had a lot of stress lately.”
“Then we take that stress away.”
Wouldn’t that be amazing? If only it was that simple.
He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, his elbow bent and resting on the mattress. He grasped hold of her chin.
“It will happen. I promise.” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. “Such a beautiful girl. My girl.”
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. Well, except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked with a frown. “You’re not hurting anywhere, are you?”
“Well, it’s a kind of pain.” She pressed her thighs together, wriggling around.
“Oh, that sort of pain. I thought you might be too tired for any more play.” He studied her intently. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much.”
“I’m not. Please.”
Reaching under her top, he cupped her breast before playing with her nipples. Her breath hitched and he slid his hand down her stomach and under her shorts to run them through her slick lips.
“Someone is very turned on.”
“Please,” she cried out.
“I don’t know. We should go home and sleep.”
“I won’t be able to sleep like this!” she cried. “I’m too turned on.”
“Poor baby. That does sound dire.”
“It is. It really is. I have to come.”
“Let’s see. Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he ordered. “I don’t want to tie you up again, but if you move without permission I will have to punish you.”
She moved eagerly. He stripped off her clothing until she was lying there naked.