Tayvis smut

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Taylor sat in the leather office chair, her arms and legs crossed. A smirk that barely reached her cheeks plastered on her face.
'You thought you could get away with teasing me all night, my love, didn't you?" Travis murmured, leaning in, his grip tightening on the chair. Taylor's breath hitched, her plan coming to life.

All night, she and Travis had been at a cocktail party for the Chiefs' Super Bowl win. Knowing Travis could do nothing but mingle with his teammates and their families, Taylor decided to play a game. All evening, she whispered dirty things in Travis's ear, chuckling while watching him squirm in his seat. She even went to the bathroom a couple of times to snap a no-dress pic.

Taylor thought about what to say; if she said no, she would be giving in, which she didn't want. On the other hand, if she said yes, there would be a punishment... which she wasn't exactly opposed to.

Before Taylor could respond, Travis took her silence as consent, moving forward.
"No answer?" Travis purred in her ear. "Guess I'll have to fuck it out of you," his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

He split Taylor's legs open, eyes glinting when he noticed the small pool of wetness on the chair. "Soaked the damn chair, baby," he laughed, collecting a slick coating and bringing it to his mouth, moaning when it melted on his tongue. "All for me. Say it."

He kissed Taylor roughly, her back hitting the chair as she cried out through the side of her mouth, gasps and moans leaving her body. "All for you, da-daddy," she whimpered, rocking her hips, but Travis wasn't giving in that easily.

"Oh no, baby." He pressed a finger to her core, stroking it slowly as he shook his head. "Not yet." He chuckled, pinching her clit before removing his finger, sticky already, and wiping it clean. "You think you deserve it?"

Taylor shook her head in frustration, her eyes begging him without words. Travis seemed to understand before getting up and walking to a little box in his office.

He walked back silently, placing a velvety, silk blindfold over Taylor's face. Her head reached out in excitement, her body craving his touch like a magnet.

"Travis," she whispered breathlessly as she felt something cold and metal attaching her arms to the wall behind her. "Just a moment, baby," Travis muttered, closing the handcuffs, tightening them with deliberate precision.

Taylor jolted as they lifted her slightly. She heard Travis undoing his buckle and slipping off his pants.

The pool of wetness between her thighs grew as she lifted her hips, begging for attention. She heard the elastic waistband of his boxers snap off, followed by heavy footsteps over to where she was.

Travis saw her and pulled her legs back down, securing them before leaning in and taking a long lick up her pussy.
"Fu-ck," Taylor cried out, noises escaping her as she covered her mouth.

"Don't cover your pretty moans, baby." Travis removed her hand, instead guiding it down to her dripping core, making Taylor touch herself. The blindfold and handcuffs proved to be too much for her, and she moaned loudly, fingering herself faster and faster with Travis's help.

"You like being helpless, don't you? Waiting for Daddy to come and fuck you?" he whispered, removing her hand before sucking it clean. Taylor became silent, preparing for what was to come. "Beg for it, baby." Travis guided his hand up her creamy thighs, kissing her inner thigh as she spoke.