Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

“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?