Blyss (The Blyss Trilogy 1)

He grazes the outside of my ear, murmuring, “You like the naughty? Hmm? Do you feel me, Julianna? Do you feel my hard cock rubbing on you? You being tied up turns me the hell on.” My chest is rising and falling in panicked breaths, but I stay silent. I just want him to go away. I hate him so much. “I bet if I reached down to stroke inside your pussy again, you’ll be dripping wet for me. You want to be a whore, Julianna?”

He lifts my dress even more, bunching the material above my waist, and I feel cool air slip across the skin of my stomach. He slips underneath my panties again, and two fingers suddenly plunge into my wet core, causing me to cry out. Knowing I’m still drugged, he uses it all to his advantage. Even though I haven’t taken Blyss in a couple days, it still has lingering effects on me. The bastard is playing me well. I’m sweating like a cornered nun, wanting this, but not wanting this. I’m so angry with myself.

“Oh, yeah, my girl wants the naughty. You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He thrusts his fingers in deep, until he’s up to his knuckles and can go no further. He works them in hard, fast thrusts, stretching me. A traitorous moan escapes from my lips as he kisses the soft spot behind my ear. “You’re gonna be perfect for Nick. He gets off on this shit, baby,” he taunts.

While still working his fingers inside my heat, his thumb begins rubbing over my clit. My hips start dancing to his rhythm, matching his thrusts. I hear the wet juices and suction sounds of his relentless fingers working me. He’s stretching my inner walls, and his hot, sensual kisses dancing across my neck are shattering me.

“Look, baby. Look at you; your mind still fights you, but your body is taking what it wants anyway.” I don’t look; I can’t. I feel him grip the back of my head, and I yelp. He’s rough and mean about it, angling my head down to force me to see what he’s doing to me. I close my eyes in protest. I hate the bastard.

“Open your eyes,” he barks in a rough command, brooking no argument. “Look at your hips bucking and fighting so your body can hike up to that sweet precipice of an orgasm. You want that?” I despise the effects he’s having on my body. I smell sex and sweat, and I feel a deep contempt for him, yet my body doesn’t seem to mind.

I am forced to continue looking down on his ministrations. The sight of his large, tan hand using its strong, calloused fingers to work in and out of my heat is a sight I will never forget. His muscles are flexing in his forearm as I watch my hips hungrily chase his hand. My walls start clenching around his fingers, and I start to feel a tingly sensation creeping up my spine. Oh, God, this is Heaven and Hell, all at the same time. I hate it, and I love it.

“You see your hips moving, baby? Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

What do I want? I want him to go away; I hate him. My mouth tramples over my brain, though, speaking for my body. “Oh, God, yes! Please, let me come…please!” All too soon, his touch, his kisses, and his seductive talk are gone. I’m left bereft. I’m breathing heavily, my limbs shaking from the pre-orgasmic bliss I was feeling. I look up at Travis with wide, questioning eyes.

I watch as Travis takes the very fingers that were inside me and slowly puts them inside his mouth. He sucks and licks my juices off his fingers. “Bad girls don’t get to come, Julianna. You were a very naughty girl today.” My heart stops in its tracks.

Oh, no, he didn’t! He just made a complete fool of me, humiliating me and making me beg him for release! “Go to Hell!” I snarl.

He tilts his head to the side, arching a brow and considering my outburst. His demeanor is calm…too calm. “Now, see that? I thought I just taught you a lesson on respect, but apparently, I was mistaken. That show of blatant disrespect...” he wriggles his index finger at me, “…that right there is what’s going to get you killed one day.” He shakes his head in disapproval. “You know what? It just dawned on me, Julianna.” I stiffen, afraid of his new revelation. “If I were to use one of my worst implements of punishment located on this wall,” he waves his hand over the entire wall, “I still don’t believe it would teach you the lesson you need to learn. I just realized what would, though,” he says in a sinister voice.