getaway car - tayvis ✧˚ · .

- 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 -

The Oscars had been nothing short of magical. The night was a whirlwind of applause, bright lights, and the electric buzz of victory. I had just accepted the award for Best Pop Album for the third time, and it felt surreal. The afterparty was in full swing, filled with music industry elites, friends, and admirers, but my mind was elsewhere. More specifically, it was on him—Travis Kelce.

Travis had been by my side the entire evening, his strong presence both comforting and thrilling. We had shared knowing glances throughout the night, the kind that sent shivers down my spine. Now, as the afterparty began to wind down, I found myself longing for the privacy of my suite at the Four Seasons.

We left the party together, his hand firm on the small of my back as we navigated through the crowd. When we finally reached my suite, he closed the door behind us with a definitive click that sent a thrill of anticipation through me.

"Well, Miss Swift," he said, his voice low and teasing, "you were quite the spectacle tonight."

I smiled, feeling a flush of excitement. "Thank you, Mr. Kelce. I aim to please."

He stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. "I noticed," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But you also misbehaved a bit, didn't you?"

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

He took another step closer, until he was mere inches away from me. "You know exactly what I mean," he murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You were a bit too flirty with some of those guys tonight."

I felt a thrill of both fear and excitement. "I was just being polite," I protested weakly.

"Polite?" he echoed, his voice dark and commanding. "I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to."

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. "I'm going to punish you, Taylor. And you're going to enjoy every second of it."

Before I could respond, he pulled me into a fierce kiss, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I melted against him, my body responding to his touch with a desperate need. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I felt a surge of desire that made my knees weak.

He broke the kiss abruptly, his eyes dark with intent. "Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I complied quickly, my hands trembling as I unzipped my gown and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him in my lacy lingerie, feeling both vulnerable and incredibly aroused.

"Good girl," he murmured, his eyes raking over my body. "Now, turn around and bend over the bed."

I did as he instructed, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling down my panties in one swift motion. The cool air on my bare skin made me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the anticipation of what was to come.

He caressed my bare bottom for a moment, his touch both gentle and possessive. "You've been a very bad girl, Taylor," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "And bad girls need to be punished."

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the first strike. When it came, it was a sharp, stinging slap that made me gasp. He didn't hold back, delivering a series of firm, measured spanks that left my skin burning and my body trembling with a mixture of pain and arousal.

"Do you understand why you're being punished?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Because I was a bad girl."

"That's right," he said, his hand coming down again, making me cry out. "And what are you going to do next time?"

"I'll be good," I promised, my voice breathless with need.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone softer now. He rubbed my sore bottom gently, soothing the sting with his touch. "You're doing so well, Taylor."

I felt a rush of relief and gratitude, mixed with an overwhelming desire for him. "Please, Travis," I begged, needing more than just his punishment.

"What do you want, Taylor?" he asked, his voice a teasing whisper.

"I want you," I confessed, my body aching with need. "Please, Travis, I need you."

He didn't make me wait. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the tip of his hardness against my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, filling me completely, and I moaned with pleasure at the sensation.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move. He set a slow, torturous pace, driving me wild with desire. I could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched me, filled me, and it was almost too much to bear.

"Please," I whimpered, needing more. "Harder."

He obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more powerful. I could feel the tension building inside me, the heat pooling in my core. He pounded into me with a relentless rhythm, his hands guiding my movements, and I was lost in the sensation, the overwhelming pleasure.

"Travis," I cried out, my body trembling with the intensity of my approaching climax. "I'm going to—"

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Come for me, Taylor."

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me over the edge. I came apart beneath him, my body shaking with pleasure, my cries filling the room. He followed me into bliss, his own release intense and shuddering.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He held me close, his touch tender now, and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment.

"You were amazing," he murmured, kissing my forehead.

"So were you," I replied, snuggling closer to him. "I love you, Travis."

"I love you too, Taylor," he said softly. "Always."