Twisted Games

fifteen - taylor

Travis didn't speak much to me over the next few days, and I thought maybe I'd offended him somehow. I didn't know how, but I didn't ask, I just left it. It took me a little while to start to feel better, and by the end of the week I was able to get back in the gym, back to normal.

"Hey." I sighed when I came home from an early morning session and saw Travis at the table. He didn't come with me to the gym because it was really secure and safe, so he had that time off.

"Hi." Travis murmured, barely even glancing up. I sighed as I took off my jacket, leaving me in just my tight shorts and sports bra. He hadn't so much as tried to come my way in a week, and I was getting antsy. I'd picked out my most revealing gym set for him to see me in, yet he still didn't even look at me.

"Much work to do?" I asked casually as I walked up behind him.

"No." He said quietly.

"Good." I whispered, ducking down to press my lips to his neck. "Because I need a warm down and I think I have the perfect activity in mind." I said seductively as I slipped my hands down over his muscled chest through his shirt. God, he had such an incredible body. I wanted to worship him, dip my tongue into every ridge between his muscles. "What do you say?"

"Not now." Travis said with no hesitation, and I blinked at him. He'd never turned me down before. In fact, he'd once told me it was good we had the rule of only hooking up at my place otherwise he'd jump me at every opportunity, that he was addicted to me. There had even been times we'd all but broken that rule, like when he'd fingered me in the car, or when we'd fucked in the bathroom stall during a photoshoot, or when Jack had left the studio earlier than me one day and I'd given Travis a blowjob in the recording booth.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, straightening up. Travis shook his head. "Fine." I sighed. "I've got guys I can call who'd come running if I asked them to. Why don't I go do that and you can sit here and..."

Travis rose and turned on me, quickly slamming me back against the nearest wall and encasing my mouth with his. I gasped as I hit the wall with a thump and Travis grabbed the waist of my shorts, tugging down. My panties quickly followed, and his mouth didn't leave mine as I heard a zip. 

Then I was off the ground, and Travis slammed his cock between my legs. I screamed as he filled me, locking my legs around his waist. He pounded into me, raw and relentless. Holy shit. It was a million times better than I ever thought possible, and god I was immediately hooked even more than I already had been.

"Don't you even joke about that baby girl." He growled. Literally growled. "Until you break this off, this pussy belongs to no one but me. Understood?"

"Yes!" I whined, overwhelmed at the feeling of him inside me with no protection.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again I'll put you over my knee and spank you. I don't care if you're Taylor Swift. You're fucking mine."

Fucking hell. Was I falling for this man? Something about the way he claimed me made me feel good, in such a scary way. I hadn't expected to feel anything for anyone ever, let alone so soon with someone I shouldn't. But instead of thinking about it, I just kissed him and let him fuck me raw against the wall.

"I'm yours." I moaned.

"Good girl." Travis grunted. "You're my little fuck toy baby girl, mine. I'll lift up your skirt whenever the hell I want, because this pussy belongs to me."

I nodded, whimpering as he hit such a deep spot inside me it made my toes curl. Getting fucked raw was so much more incredible than I thought, and I wanted to have this feeling forever. For the first time, I felt truly wanted by someone, and that thought made me start crying. I buried my face in Travis' neck as I cried, embarrassed. He stopped immediately.