Blyssfully Undone: The Blyss Trilogy - book 3 (35 page)

I’m on cloud nine and can barely hear the pastor pronouncing us man and wife. Travis breaks away and warmly smiles at me. He gives me a wink, and then holds his elbow out for me to slip my arm through.

“I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Travis Jackson,” the pastor announces. Travis leads the way as we walk down the aisle together, and I’m smiling from ear to ear.

“Hey! Why did you turn it off?” I playfully scold Travis as he places the remote on the nightstand. “That was at my favorite part.”

“I’m fast-forwarding to get to the honeymoon,” he says, giving me a smirk over his shoulder.

“You’ve had your honeymoon,” I retort, raising a brow.

He slips underneath the warm covers, finds me, and pulls me into his body. A smile plays on his lips. “I still can't believe you played that Def Leppard song as we walked down the aisle together.”

“What? What’s wrong with the instrumental of
Hysteria
?”

He shakes his head at me in mock disapproval, his eyes full of playfulness. “Nothing. It’s just so non-traditional.”

“Since when have we ever done anything traditional?”

“True that, and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he says as his hand skirts over my ribs. I squeal out in protest, “Travis Jackson! You stop.”

He starts to chuckle and rolls over the top of me, ignoring me. “Shh…quiet,” he admonishes as his elbows come to rest on either side of my shoulders. “You’re gonna wake up the house.”

“Trav, you are up to no good,” I whisper-yell, and make a halfhearted attempt to shove him off me, but he doesn’t budge. “Get off me. You’re squishing me.” He nips and kisses his way up the length of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

When his lips caress mine, I let out a helpless whimper. “You really should stop.” The way I say the word stop means
don’t stop
, and he knows it. “You like placing me in these predicaments, don't you?”

He grins over my lips, and then says in a low, husky voice, “You like my pre-dick-aments.”

I roll my eyes at his corny joke, and moan when he rests his hard cock between my legs. Yes…yes, I do like his pre-dick-aments. I easily give in and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him into me. “These predicaments always have consequences, though.”

“Mmm,” he whispers. “The more consequences, the better.” God, I love this man. Today is our five-year wedding anniversary. Every year, he plays our wedding ceremony on our big screen TV in our bedroom, and every time after that, he makes wild, passionate love to me.

My hands drift to his boxers, and I slip my fingers underneath his waistband.

“Uh-uh, I have different plans,” he says as he sits up, grabbing each of my wrists, and then peels off my shirt. When he’s done, he places my hands above my head, and locks them in place with one hand.

I watch as he reaches over and opens his nightstand drawer to get something. My brows furrow in question. When I see that he has a large strip of fabric, I immediately go on red alert and tense. Memories of Nick slam into me without warning, waylaying any growing passion we had building between us. I never know when these flashbacks are going to strike. They always hit without warning.

I shake my head incessantly. “Travis, no.” Panic lines my voice.

“Shh, sweetheart. Do you trust me?” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I do.” I trust this man with every last cell in my body. His eyes bore into mine with nothing but love and tenderness, and I relax my tensed muscles immediately.

A Cheshire grin then spreads across his lips. “The only implement I plan using on you this morning is attached to me, so relax.”

A small laugh escapes me. I love his humor, and just like that, my anxiety is gone. It’s taken quite a few years to be able to work through all the bad. It was especially difficult when I had to stand trial against my father and Nick, but Travis and the guys were there beside me every step of the way. My father was sentenced to a looney bin for life. Nick's sentence should've been forever, but it's not. With his contacts, he could be out in another decade or less, but Travis has forbid me to worry about it. He has his own set of men with eyes and ears watching our back. I shudder to think what the world would’ve been like had Blyss been able to breech the walls of the facility.

“You know I would never hurt you,” he reassures me, cutting into my thoughts. He lays his broad, muscular chest over mine and gives me a scorching kiss before he pulls away, leaving me breathless, wanton, and fully focused on him.

Fire burns in his eyes as he takes the fabric and ties my wrists to the bed-frame above my head. When he’s done, I think we’re going to get down to business, but he doesn’t. He holds up a black piece of fabric before me, and dangles it in front of my face.

I shake my head profusely. “I’ve let you tie me up, Travis. That’s enough.”

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so.” He tilts his head to the side with a raised brow, realizing something. “Did you just tell me no, Julianna?” he asks in an arrogant tone.

I swallow hard. He’s dead serious, and he’s only ever called me by my given name when he means business. Damn, he’s so good at playing this poker game. “I asked you a question,” he reminds me when I don’t answer.

A defiant grin spreads across my lips. “Why, yes, Travis. I believe that’s what I said.”

His facial expressions give nothing away as he leans down and whispers over my lips, “You do realize you used to be my captive.”

I burst out with laughter, and he can’t hold his stonewall expression any longer. A beautiful smile spreads across his lips. “What’s so funny, baby? You are in no position to gibe me,” he warns. Oh, shit, he’s right. He can do anything he wants, and I’d be helpless.

I immediately cut off my giggles and narrow my eyes. “Two can play at this game, Travis. Did you forget we’re not alone?”

“Are you saying you’d like me to use a gag?”

“You wouldn’t!” I whisper-hiss.

“Oh, baby…I think it’d be sexy as hell.” And his poker face is back. I can’t tell if he means it or not. Quickly, he straddles my waist, therefore making my legs useless, trapped underneath his bodyweight. His deep, rich voice looms overhead in a stern tone, “You keep fighting me, and you’ll find quickly enough that I have more ties. I’ll tie your legs apart, and do it in such a way you’ll be sorry.”

“You wouldn’t…” I repeat incredulously. I open my mouth to say something else, but he stops me.

“Ah-ah-ah, watch your mouth. You have a simple choice really. Do want to feel good, or do you prefer to suffer?” His voice and facial features are dead serious. He’s not playing around, and I quit struggling, my eyes growing wide.

He calmly whispers as if I’m a frightened filly, “That’s my girl. Settle down now.” He then places the fabric over my eyes and ties the blindfold snuggly around my head. Everything turns pitch black. My heart rate increases exponentially.

“Travis?” I nervously whisper.

A set of fingers rests over my lips, shushing me. “Shh, I want you to just give in to this. Let me take you away.”

Travis stays silent as delicious thoughts begin to race through my head. He palms my breasts, and in turn, my breathing turns ragged. His touch causes a wave of goose bumps to erupt down my arms.

Beginning between my breasts, he skims the backs of his fingers along the length of my body, leaving a heated trail of erotic desire in its wake. He stops just above my pubic bone, and then his touch is gone. I hear the low-pitched sound of the box springs squeak in relief when his weight shifts to get off the bed, and then he disappears.

I listen intently for a sound, but Travis is too stealthy. I have no clue what he’s doing, but I can feel the sexual energy bouncing off the walls in the room. The longer I lay in the quiet, the more the suspense kills me. My voice comes out small and meek, “Travis?”

“Shh…no talking.” His tone brooks no argument. He’s eerily quiet, so quiet I can hear the hum of the fan above us. Suddenly, a cool vice clamps down on one of my nipples, and I gasp aloud in both pain and surprise.

“Travis!” I squirm, my upper body wriggling to get away. My breasts are swollen and extra sensitive right now.
Has he gone mad?

I catch my breath to ream him out, to tell him I’m not interested in playing this game and to let me loose, but his hard voice rumbles over me, “If you move again or utter a single sound, you can be rest assured there will be a punishment, and I can promise you this; you won’t like it,” he tersely warns.
What the hell?

My heart thunders in my chest, and my chest heaves as I gasp for breath. I know he wouldn’t ever hurt me, but his tone has me frozen, and I’m not sure what my next course of action should be. He’s never really done this before. Yes, we’ve gotten kinky before, but the nipple clamps are a first.

“Good girl,” he soothes, “but I won’t warn you again. Let’s try this once more, shall we?” I purse my lips, not daring to utter a sound. I inhale a sharp breath when he pinches the hell out of my other nipple with his metal device. The pain has me clenching my teeth together.

“Trust me, you’ll adjust to the feeling, and when
I
decide
to let you come, they’ll make your pussy sing soprano when you climax.”

After a few seconds, I feel an odd sensation that travels from my breasts, straight down to my throbbing core. Wetness begins to pool at my opening. His dirty words, combined with the blindfold, restraints, and the nipple clamps are a complete turn on. Who would’ve thought?

My heart speeds in anticipation as the bed suddenly dips back down, the weight of his body settling over mine. He doesn’t straddle me in the normal way, and as he traps me in with his knees, I become fully aware of his position over me. His strong, muscled thighs press against the sides of my upper torso as something soft brushes over my lips. He wants me to give him head.

“Open,” he commands. I squeeze my legs tightly together, trying to relieve the pressure.

With the desire to obey and taste his essence, I open my mouth and he slips the tip of his soft head past my lips. I close my lips around him, and I can’t help but hum my desire. “Mmm.” I use my tongue to run a circle around his thick cock just before I suck him in deeper. When I pull back, I run my tongue over his slit several times. I get the distinctive taste of his succulent pre-cum.

I lift up my head to take in his entire length, all the way to the back of my throat, and he hisses. I internally smile to myself as I let his fullness slide in and out of my mouth. I repeat the process of licking the tip of his soft head, and then apply a heavy suction as I take all of him back inside the warmth of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he blurts out. Cradling the sides of my face with his hands, he holds my face steady as he takes back the control. He pushes his hips forward, sliding his hardness in and out with smooth, slow, savoring strokes. I love the feeling of him taking charge like this.

I increase the suction as he continues to smoothly glide his length back and forth over my tongue. He pushes the tip of his cock past my comfort zone, and I gag. “Shh,” he quietly murmurs, “sorry, I’ll be more careful.” My eyes water from the intrusion, and I have to catch my breath through my nose and focus on my breathing pattern. As much as I’ve wanted to, I’ve never been able to deep throat.

Once I catch my breath, I moan around his thick shaft, and the vibrations make him curse. He tastes so erotically sinful. Pressure builds in my core, and I need his fullness inside of my body now.

Each time he slides himself back out, I quickly roll my tongue around his head before he plunges his cock back inside the warmth of my mouth. His breathing turns erratic, and I know he has to be close. Only a few more strokes like this, and I will own his orgasm. A sense of pride overtakes me, and suddenly I want him to come in my mouth, but at that moment, he decides to promptly pull out. I whimper at the loss, voicing my disappointment. I wanted to undo him.

The bed shifts as he scoots back down between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, and I take that as my cue to lift my hips. He then slides them off over my legs, and I’m full of anticipation.

He runs his palms over my breasts and down my stomach, and I shiver. I feel the need to writhe under him and tell him to fuck me hard, but I don’t dare speak. I want him too badly, and I know if I speak out, he’ll force me to wait for my release.

“Mmmm. Just what I thought. You’re soaking wet for me. I think sucking my cock turns you on.” I want to tell him I wasn’t done with his cock.

Both of his hands come to rest on my inner thighs, and then he spreads my legs wide apart and holds them in place. I suck in a quick gasp when the heat of his tongue tenderly grazes over my opening. His tongue then dances around the outer perimeter of my sex, teasing me, and as much as I would love to lift my hips to guide him back to where I want it, I can’t. He has a firm grip on me, preventing me from moving.

I tense when his tongue drifts southward, trailing a delicious pattern around my puckered hole. For all that is holy, it feels so sinfully divine, and yet seriously wrong at the same time. He’s never done that before. Still, it makes me uncomfortable enough to risk speaking. “Travis, no,” I firmly command.

Before I know it, he sinks his teeth into my pussy with a quick, sharp bite. I yelp out in pain, shock, and dismay. “Don’t tell me no,” he harshly growls, and then he returns to his business just as quickly as he left it.
Well, that was kind of sexy.

His tongue skirts back around my opening again, and my hands curl around and twist the fabric that my wrists are bound to. His movements are gentle and sweet as he takes his time experimenting around the forbidden area.

He slips his heated tongue into me. “Oh, God.” I can’t help but voice my erotic pleasure; it’s a feeling like no other. I have a fire of intense passion pulsating through my veins, and the need for him to consume me.

As if he’s suddenly starved for a steak, he moves back to my sex and begins ravishing me with an animalistic hunger. The way he invades me with firm, strong strokes has my legs shaking uncontrollably. He inserts a finger into my ass while swirling his tongue deep inside my silky walls. My breath hitches, and with the nipple clamps adding to the sensations, I’m seconds away from exploding.