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Taylor had been teasing Travis all night. It started innocently enough—playful banter at dinner with their friends, her hand brushing over his thigh under the table. But when she leaned in close, whispering naughty things in his ear, he knew exactly what she was doing. By the time they got home, his patience had run thin.
As soon as they were through the door, Travis grabbed her, pinning her against the wall. "You think you can get away with that, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His hands were already roaming her body, squeezing her hips, running up her sides.
Taylor's breath hitched, excitement coursing through her. "Get away with what?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, the picture of sweet innocence. But that smirk on her lips betrayed her, and Travis wasn't going to let it slide.
"You know exactly what, you little tease," he snarled, his hand wrapping around her throat as he pressed his body against hers. "Teasing me in front of our friends, acting like a fucking brat. Do you know what that does to me?"
Taylor shivered, her heart racing as his grip tightened slightly. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation.
"It makes me want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight," he hissed, his lips brushing against her ear. "But first, I'm going to punish you for being such a bad girl."
Without warning, Travis spun her around and pushed her towards the bed. She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the mattress before turning to face him. The look in his eyes was dark, predatory, and it made her knees weak.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Taylor hesitated for a moment, her pulse quickening. But when she saw the way he was watching her, like a lion ready to pounce, she quickly obeyed. She peeled off her dress, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her bra and panties. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver as she stood before him, completely bare and exposed.
Travis's eyes raked over her body, his gaze hungry and intense. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice rough.
She complied, sinking to the floor in front of him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back to look up at him. "You're going to count for me, sweetheart," he told her, his voice a dangerous purr. "And if you lose count, we start over. Understand?"
Taylor nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, sir," she whispered.
"Good girl." He released her hair, then circled around her, his hands trailing over her bare skin, teasing and tormenting. When he reached her ass, he didn't hesitate—he brought his hand down hard, the sharp crack echoing in the room.
"One," she gasped, the sting of the slap sending a shockwave of pleasure through her.
"Two," she counted, his hand coming down again, harder this time.
By the time she reached "six," her ass was on fire, her whole body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure. But Travis wasn't done yet.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction as he admired the red marks blooming across her skin. "All wet and needy for me. You love this, don't you? My filthy little slut."
Taylor moaned, her head dropping forward as she clung to the sheets beneath her. "Yes," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "I love it."
Travis smirked, his hand soothing over her burning skin before delivering another sharp slap. "Ten," she whimpered, barely able to keep count as her body writhed under his touch.
When they finally reached "thirteen," Taylor was a trembling mess, her body aching with need. But Travis wasn't finished. He reached around, grabbing her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out.
"You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he pulled her back up against his chest.
Taylor gasped, her voice barely a whisper as his hands continued their assault on her breasts, his fingers tugging and twisting until she was writhing in his grasp.
He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he nipped at her earlobe. "And I'm going to mark you, make sure everyone knows it."
He pushed her back onto the bed, climbing on top of her, his mouth descending on her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand roughly kneaded the other. Taylor moaned loudly, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he marked her, biting down just hard enough to leave a bruise.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice rough and low. "You like being marked by me?"
"Yes," she panted, arching her back as he moved to the other breast, repeating the process. "God, yes, Travis!"
"Good." He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her flushed, trembling form.
He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, her ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her, running the head of his cock teasingly over her entrance. "Beg for it," he ordered, his voice dripping with dominance.
"Please, Travis," Taylor whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate to feel him inside her. "Please fuck me, I need it, I need you."
"That's better," he growled, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. The force of it made her cry out, her fingers digging into the sheets as he began to move, each thrust hard and fast.
"Fuck," Travis groaned, his grip on her hips bruising as he fucked her with everything he had, relentless and unforgiving. "You're so fucking tight, so perfect. My perfect little slut."
Taylor moaned, the filthy words spilling from his lips driving her wild. "Yes, Travis," she gasped, her body rocking back against him, matching his pace. "I'm your slut, all yours."
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding as he pounded into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm your slut!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she felt her orgasm building, the pressure almost too much to bear. "I'm your slut, Travis!"
"That's right," he growled, his hands sliding up to her breasts, squeezing them hard as he bit down on her shoulder, marking her again. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock."
His words sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her whole body shaking as the pleasure consumed her. Travis wasn't far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, finally finding it with a deep, guttural groan.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their high. After a moment, he rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies slick with sweat.
"You're a fucking handful," he muttered, his voice rough but filled with affection as he kissed the top of her head.
Taylor smiled, snuggling closer to him, utterly spent but completely satisfied. "But you wouldn't have it any other way," she whispered, her voice soft and content.
Travis chuckled, pulling her even closer. "Damn right I wouldn't."
