getaway car - tayvis ✧˚ · .

- 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -

Sitting in the corner of the room, I could see Travis deep in discussion with his team on Zoom, a video call software. He was focused, his attention completely absorbed by the strategies they were debating. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a mischievous urge bubbling up inside me. I wanted to distract him, to see that flicker of awareness in his eyes that told me he couldn't ignore me.

I adjusted my position, moving slowly and deliberately, making sure he noticed. When that didn't work, I let my fingers trace along the hem of my dress, my eyes fixed on him. I bit my lip, knowing it would get his attention eventually.

Finally, he glanced at me, just for a moment, but it was enough. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darkened slightly before he forced himself to look away. My heart raced with excitement. I wasn't done yet.

I let my hand slide up my thigh, the touch light and teasing. His eyes flicked back to me, and this time, they stayed. The intensity in his gaze sent a thrill through me. I knew I was getting to him. The meeting droned on, but I kept teasing, my fingers brushing against my skin, my eyes never leaving his.

After what felt like forever, he stood up abruptly, interrupting the meeting. "Excuse me," he said, his voice edged with irritation. He strode out of the room, and I followed quickly, my heart pounding with anticipation.

In the hallway, away from prying eyes, he turned to me, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he growled, stepping closer.

A shiver ran down my spine. "I just wanted your attention," I replied, trying to sound innocent, though I knew my eyes were sparkling with mischief.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the air between us crackled with tension. Travis's eyes burned with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't say a word, just looked at me, his silence speaking volumes.

He moved closer, and I felt his hands tighten on my waist, pulling me against him. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "You think you can just distract me like that and get away with it?"

My heart raced, my pulse quickening with anticipation. "Maybe," I breathed, barely able to get the word out.

In a swift, decisive motion, Travis spun me around, pressing me against the desk. His hands slid down my arms, pinning my wrists to the cool wood. I felt the heat of his body against mine, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.

"You're going to learn a lesson," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. He leaned down, his lips grazing my neck, sending electric jolts through me. "No more games, Taylor."

I couldn't suppress the shiver of excitement that ran through me. "What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll see," he replied, his tone dark with promise. His hands left my wrists, trailing down my sides, his touch firm and possessive. I felt him pull my dress up, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, each touch igniting a fire within me.

He paused for a moment, and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "You wanted my attention," he said, his hands gripping my hips, "and now you have it."

I gasped as he tightened his hold, his strength undeniable. The thrill of his dominance, the way he controlled the moment, made my breath hitch. Every touch, every whispered word, sent me spiraling further into the sensation, leaving me yearning for more.

He slid a hand between my legs, his touch firm and deliberate. I trembled, biting back a moan as his fingers moved expertly, teasing me until I was on the edge of pleading. He knew exactly how to push me, how to make me crave more.

"You're going to stay quiet," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "No matter what I do, you won't make a sound. Understood?"

I nodded, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Good," he said, a dark smile playing on his lips. He moved his fingers with more purpose now, his touch relentless and demanding. I clung to the edge of the desk, my body arching in response to his every move.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped, leaving me trembling and breathless. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with need. "Please," I whispered, unable to hide the desperation in my voice.

Travis's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Not yet," he said, his tone commanding. "You're going to wait until I say you can."

He turned me around, pressing my front against the desk, his body pinning me in place. I felt his breath against my ear as he leaned in close. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "And you're going to remember this every time you think about teasing me."

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. His hands roamed over me, each touch sending waves of heat through me. He slid my dress higher, exposing me completely, and I felt the cool air against my skin.

With a deliberate slowness, he entered me, his movements controlled and measured. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and torment that left me gasping for breath. He set a steady, unrelenting pace, his grip on my hips firm and unyielding.

I bit my lip, struggling to stay silent as he took me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment, the way he dominated me, was more than I could have imagined. It was a punishment and a reward all at once, leaving me desperate for release.

As the pressure built, I could feel myself reaching the breaking point. Travis sensed it too, his pace quickening, his grip tightening. "Now," he growled, his voice filled with authority. "Come for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, I shattered, my body convulsing in ecstasy. I cried out, unable to hold back, the sound echoing in the small room. Travis followed me over the edge, his body tense against mine as he found his own release.

When it was over, he pulled back slightly, his breath still ragged. I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed, my heart racing. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness.

"Next time," he said, his voice softer now, "try to be a little more subtle."

I couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking. "I'll keep that in mind," I replied, my voice light with relief and contentment.

He smiled, pulling me into his arms. "Good," he said, his lips brushing against my forehead. "Because I don't think I can handle another meeting like that."