Blyss (The Blyss Trilogy 1)

“Please...” I cry out. “Please...” I plead with my eyes, but the Travis I know has left, leaving a monster in his wake.

He tilts his head, mocking me. “Please? Please, what, Julianna? Didn’t I teach you right? Tsk, tsk,” he says cruelly. The leather crop skates down across my legs. When he traces the leather back up between my legs, he pauses at the apex of my legs and I stiffen. Absolute panic courses through my veins.

“Please, sir.”

“I’m assuming you are asking me to punish you. You wish for me to pleasure you this way, no? You want a sneak peek at your future if you don’t obey? Who knows—you might like it.”

I shake my head furiously, barely thinking better of the action before remembering to speak. “No, sir.”

“Well, too bad,” he sneers hatefully, “you should have thought about that when you decided to rebel again.” He grabs my breast and pinches my nipple…hard. I scream out in pain. I clench my teeth together, steeling myself against the onslaught while giving him a hateful glare.

“Keep looking at me like that, little one, and I’ll really make you scream.” Since he didn’t strap my ankles apart, I squeeze my legs tightly shut when I feel his hand move under my dress. My stomach twists in complete dread.

In a thunderous command, his voice scares me with its ferocity. “Open them. Now!” My eyes bolt open wide. Oh, God, I feel as if I’m about to pass out from hyperventilating. I slowly spread my shaky legs apart, and I feel my few bites of lunch wanting to resurface.

He drops the leather whip to the floor, lifts my dress to my hips, and I feel his fingers slip under the crotch of my panties, beginning to stroke my folds. “If you take it like a good girl, I might make it pleasurable for you. It just depends on my mood, but right now, it’s dark…very dark, so I suggest you don’t just act like you want this punishment; you better fucking beg for more,” he says frighteningly. He dips the tips of his fingers inside me and spreads me open. I whimper, feeling helpless. “I want to hear you scream for more punishment, because you’ve been a very, very naughty girl.” He shakes his head at me. “Just the mere thought of whipping your bare ass is making me hard right now.” He pulls back enough to take stock of my reaction, and then gives me an evil smirk.

My body shudders before him, but I steel against my fear, glaring hard into his eyes. “You’ve gone mad!”

He throws his head back and lets out a sinister laugh. “No, doll, you’re just now getting on our page. What did you think this was, Julianna, The Bachelor Show?” Suddenly, his expression takes on confusion, and he stops laughing. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes swirl with scrutiny. “Julianna, did you think I might have feelings for you,” he asks in a mocking tone, adding, “just because I let you suck me off?” He sneers condescendingly at me. “This is what I do; I manipulate, I use, and then I sell. You’re no different than the rest of the girls here.”

I swallow hard. His words have cut me so deeply I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked down and saw I was bleeding. His cold-heartedness has broken me twenty times over. He’s played me…he’s played me really well. I was a fool to believe anything he ever said or did. It was a farce. What happened to the man who said, ‘I’ve got you’ and, ‘you have to believe me’ and, “I care more than I should”?” Yeah, well, it looks as if Jared was right after all. Jared told me straight up from day one about Travis’ skills, and I ignored all the warnings. I thought somehow I was different. I tripped and then fell hard, right into his trap of lies. Travis would say, “Jump,” and I’d ask, “How high?”

He removes his fingers from my wet core and begins rubbing his cock against my clit. He grinds into me using his strong hips, and the act makes me hate Travis even more in this very moment. My pulse speeds in anger from his dominant display of power. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

While his hips are rubbing into mine, he starts running kisses up the side of my neck and behind my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my hands tightly as the taut shackles begin to constrict the blood flow in my wrists.

“You like this, baby? I think Nick is right; I think you really want the punishment.”

What I really want to say right now is “Fuck you!”, but I’m scared as hell of this new Travis. This Travis is maniacal.