Mature
Based on a certain line from Trends.
Third Pov
Taylor screamed, feeling yet another orgasm crash over her. Her throat felt raw, the kind of raw she felt after preforming for three hours straight. Her body was tiered and sore and yet the vibrations didn't stop. "Please." She whimpered, another pathetic attempt to stop her seemingly endless torture.
"I told you baby; you've got two options." Travis leaned down his lips brushing her but not long enough to fulfill the touch she so desperately craved. "Stopping is not one of them.
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~Earlier~
Travis breathed out a sigh of relief as he walked through the door of his home. Practice had been rough; he kept fumbling the ball and just couldn't seem to get his thoughts to focus. He ended practice with an argument with Andy and him walking out of practice which now being home he regretted. He needed a release.
Tossing his keys into the key holder he began to climb the stairs when he heard it, it was only a whisper at first but as he drew closer to the top the noises grew louder. "Travis." Taylors breathy moan trailed threw the air. His brow raised as he quietly made his way to the door which was cracked open just enough to peek inside. He had to bite back a groan as his cock began straining against his pants.
There Taylor was, wearing nothing but his old t-shirt legs spread wide with her head thrown back holding a small purple vibrator right against her core. Her messy hair was sprawled across the pillow, her face and neck flushed a delightful pink which disappeared into the hem of her shirt.
Taking in several deep breaths to retrain himself from coming just at the sight of her, Travis slowly pushed the door open, leaning against its frame as he continued to watch the scene in front of him. She let out a high pitch moan, her back arching off the bed. Travis knew what that meant.
He decided to make his presence know.
"What do you think you're doing there princess?"
His voice carried through the room over her soft sighs and whimpers. Her hand jolted away from her center as she looked at him like a deer in headlights. "Travis! Wha- what are you doing home, you don't get done with practice until four." Her voice shook, she had been caught.
"I left early, needed to blow off steam and you princess, you're just begging to be punished now aren't you."
Taylor shook her head her hand still clutching to vibrator which was now shut off. "No you weren't supposed," her breath hitched when Travis began to walk towards the bed.
"I wasn't supposed to what? I wasn't supposed to come home, or I wasn't supposed to find out? How many times have you touched yourself while I wasn't there princess?" He reached one hand to take the vibrator out of her grasp, the other rested on her neck applying a small bit of pressure.
A noise escaped the back of Taylor's throat, her hand going to grip Travis's arm. "I don't- I can't." She stopped herself when she felt Travis's hand tighten around her neck, her other hand going to grasp his wrist.
"So enough that you've lost track is that what I'm hearing?" His face was dark, but his eyes shimmered with something she had never seen before, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to find out. Not that she had a choice in that though. Without waring Travis released her neck opting to grab one of her legs and force her further down the bed so she was laying down. Taylor tried sitting up but was immediately forced back down by Travis's hand. "Nu uh princess, you're gonna stay down or else things are going to get a hell of a lot worse for you." His words we're teasing at first but ended in such a way that made her body shiver.
He moved silently grabbing the items he needed only adding onto Taylor's suspense. "Wrists." He said plainly. Taylor held out her shaking hands letting him cuff them to the corners of the bedpost one at a time. It wasn't until he moved to her legs that she finally spoke up.
"What are you going to do to me." She whispered so quiet he almost didn't hear.
"All I'm going to do," he looped her ankles through the leather cuffs of the spread bar. "Is make sure that pussy of your is nice and satisfied." He finished by tying the spread bar to the end of the bedframe ensuring that she couldn't get free.
Taylor watched with fearful eye's as he grabbed her vibrator off the bed flicking it onto the highest setting before bringing it down onto her clit. Taylor let out a shriek her eyes immediately slamming shut as her body scrambled to adjust to the intense feeling. "Since you're so hellbent on using your little toys when you're not supposed to, were gonna keep this right here," he pressed the tip of the toy harder against her clit. "Until one of two things happen princess." His free hand trailed down her body slipping one finger past her folds slowly moving it in and out. "One the battery runs out or two," he slipped in a second finger, "You pass the fuck out."
Taylor screamed, her body flushing with a wave of pleasure which quickly became too much due to Travis's unmoving hand. One orgasm quickly rolled into two, two into three and after the fourth she lost count.
"Fuck." She panted. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, the shirt she was wearing had begun to feel hot and itchy but there was no way of getting it off due to her hands being bound. "Travis." She called out, her voice hoars.
"Yes Pretty Girl?"
"I need you." Her words came out in a squeal as she fell over the edge yet again.
"Should have thought of that before breaking the rules." He answered tilting the vibrator into the hood of her clit.
"I'm sorry!" Taylor practically screamed. "I won't do it again!"
"I don't doubt that." Travis hummed giving her a false sense of hope. "Doesn't mean you're getting out of your punishment though.
Her body felt raw and tiered. A kind of tiered she had never felt before and Travis showed no sign of letting up.
Taylor screamed, feeling yet another orgasm crash over her. Her throat felt raw, the kind of raw she felt after preforming for three hours straight. Her body was tiered and sore and yet the vibrations didn't stop. "Please." She whimpered, another pathetic attempt to stop her seemingly endless torture.
"I told you baby; you've got two options." Travis leaned down his lips brushing her but not long enough to fulfill the touch she so desperately craved. "Stopping is not one of them."
She tugged at her restraints shaking the headboard as her back arched up off the soaked bed. She had ruined the sheet hell she had probably ruined the mattress at this point, but Travis could care less. He watched with hungry eyes as her thigh's shook and her hips wiggled trying to get away from the source of the constant stimulation. Her toes curled and she dreaded the feeling beginning to build in her stomach. The vibration continued unrelating against her tired body her eyes screwing together as she prepared for the inevitable.
She was seconds away from calling the safe word when suddenly, everything stopped.
The room felt still.
Her body felt as if it was floating.
Her heartbeat loudly in her ears, her clit throbbing painfully. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw for the constant tugging and her entire body was flushed a bright pink.
"Well look at that," He held up the vibrator like it was some type of trophy. "And just one orgasm away from lucky number 13." He gave her a faux pout watching as she struggled to control her breathing. "It really would be a shame if we left it there wouldn't it." He smirked reaching into his nightstand.
Taylor looked at him with fear as he pulled out another vibrator flicking it on. "No- No you said-"
"I said I'd keep it there until it ran out of battery, never said I'd stop." He shrugged.
"No please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he shoved the vibrator inside her. "Just one more princess, or there's always the second option." He turned it onto the highest setting chuckling as she screamed out.
Her vison went white one last time, only this time she couldn't tell what it was from.
