Chapter 12

“Is this your bedroom?” Ivy asked when she stepped into the room that Travis had led her into. It was as gorgeously decorated as the living room she had seen earlier. It was dark, with walls in a pastel green shade with several lamps on the floor and on tables as the only source of light. Once again, Ivy felt like she had been transported to an old 18th Century home. She walked around the room, running her fingers over the wooden paneling. Ornately framed oil paintings hung on the wall, and in the center of the room stood an enormous four poster bed.

It had a wooden canopy, polished and glistening with a thick rich red curtain hanging from it in luxurious waves. The room had a fireplace that wasn’t lit and a scented candle was burning on the mantlepiece. Ivy walked to it and breathed in, her nostrils tingled with the musky woody scent it emanated, much like Travis’ cologne.

“No, it isn’t my bedroom,” she heard Travis say and when she turned, she found him loosening his tie and then proceeding to take off his cufflinks. She stood at the end of the bed, with her hands clasped together in front of her, at a loss of what to do next. Once Travis had taken off his cufflinks, he threw his tie to the floor and then took off his suit jacket.

He was watching her with narrowed eyes, as though assessing her for size, coming up with a plan in his head.

“This is going to be a new experience for you, Ivy, and I want you to have a safe word,” he said.

“Safe word?” she asked and Travis thrust his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Yes, to use if you think I’ve taken it too far. You don’t know what your limitations are, and I don’t want to do something to you that you don’t enjoy,” he said and Ivy felt the knots in her belly tighten. The word enjoy had done it for her. She had spent so many years fretting over her first time, worrying if she’ll be any good at it, that she’d never considered enjoying it.

“How about, Stop?” she asked, trying to smile and even though Travis didn’t seem to be pleased with it, he nodded his head slowly.

“That’ll do for now,” he said and then his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Take your clothes off, Ivy,” he said it like he was instructing her to wash the dishes. With a gulp, she started unbuttoning her shirt. She slid it over her shoulders and watched as he looked at her breasts. Then she started sliding her skirt down till it collected in a heap at her ankles. She stepped out of it and her skin was covered in goosebumps. He was yet to make a move towards her.

She unhooked her bra and then slid down her panties, which were dripping wet already and for the first time, Ivy was standing completely naked in front of a man. Travis took in a deep breath, his eyes drinking in the shape of her breasts, her erect rosy nipples, the light dusting of hair between her legs. Her instinct was to cover herself, to cup her breasts and her pussy but she forced herself to remain standing in front of him, with her arms on her sides.

“Lie down on your back, Ivy,” he said, still standing with his hands in his pockets. She stepped backward, her breathing growing heavier by the minute. She wanted to see him naked too, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to take his clothes off. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she toppled backward, bouncing lightly on the mattress as she did.

Travis walked towards her finally, slowly and stealthily and instead of touching her, which she was desperate for, he slid open a drawer in the bedside table next to her. She watched, her pupils reflecting the burning candle on the mantelpiece…as he pulled out two pairs of velvet handcuffs. He placed it on the bed beside her, and then took out a black satin handkerchief.

“Does this scare you?” Travis asked, turning to her, almost like he wanted her to say yes.

“No,” Ivy said, licking her lips in anticipation. Her body was bare, covered in goosebumps and there was a fire burning in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t stop. Every nerve in her body was screaming for him to take her. Do it any way he wanted, but to just take her.

With a knee on the bed, Travis lifted her right wrist and clapped the velvet handcuff on her and then tugged to clap the other part to the wooden column in the headrest. Ivy gasped as she felt the smooth texture of the handcuff on her skin. He loomed over her, as he reached across for her left wrist and did the same. Ivy felt a tug as her arms stretched out over her, chained to the headrest now over her head. She could feel her breasts stretching, her muscles tightening and she wriggled her hips in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

“Just relax, Ivy. Let your senses take over,” Travis said and picked up the silk handkerchief. She was breathing hard as he came closer and placed it over her eyes, lifting her head gently to tie it to the back of her head. She was in pitch darkness now, she couldn’t see a thing and she felt her mouth partially open. What was going on? It was a strange feeling, new and alien to her. She had never felt this helpless before, and even though her legs were free she couldn’t really do anything. But she didn’t ask him to stop because she was even more curious now.

“Travis…” she said his name and felt his finger being placed on her lips.

“In this room, you will call me Master,” he said and she gasped. The fact that she couldn’t see, only hear and smell…the fact that his voice sounded so commanding and dangerous now…was putting her in a lulling trance.

“And you will do nothing without my permission,” she heard him say as he dragged his finger away from her lips.

“Don’t make a move unless I tell you to, don’t say anything without my permission unless it’s the safe word, and most definitely don’t come till I allow you to. Do you understand?” she could sense him moving around the room, opening drawers and his voice boomed loud in her ears.

“Yes,” she replied, her breasts shuddering.

“Yes, what?” Travis said.

“Yes, Master,” Ivy replied, feeling dizzy with an overwhelming desire for him. He knew just how to wrap her around his finger, to have her entirely in his control.

She wasn’t expecting it, and Travis grabbed her ankles lightly, pulling her legs apart. Her skin grazed against the smooth silk of the bedsheets and it sent a rapturous shiver down her spine. He had parted her thighs, positioning her like a spread eagle and she could sense his warmth close by. The longer she spent in absolute blindness, the stronger her sense of smell and touch were becoming.

“You have to be ready for me before I possess you,” she heard him say and then a soft feathery material brushed against the sensitive folds of her pussy. Ivy gasped and her back arched upwards. The very next second, she felt Travis’ fingers on her left nipple, pinching it tightly and she gasped again.

“I told you not to move without permission. Every time you do something you’re not supposed to, there will be a punishment,” he growled and Ivy slunk her body back down to the bed. He released her nipple and she felt it throb with pleasure and pain. Ivy tried to control her breathing, to even out the pace but the feather brushed against her clit again and she bit down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

“Good girl,” she heard him say and she felt that familiar thrill again. She was desperate to please him, desperate for his approval.

He began flicking the feather quicker now, sliding it along the slit of her pussy, teasing her clit as Ivy tried her best to not moan and gasp. She tried to remain completely still, but it was the most difficult thing she had ever done in her life. Her body was spasming, she could feel her juices rolling out of her.

“Good girl,” Travis said again and then she felt his finger slowly slide into her. Ivy couldn’t control herself and this time she cried out. In the next second, Travis had slapped her breast. It was a tight slap that stung her skin and Ivy screamed out again.

“I’m sorry Master,” she said, her voice dripping with desire and pleasure. She had never thought that a slap could feel this good.

His finger slid further into her and Ivy tried to hold still. The feather was teasing her clit and his finger began sliding in and out of her. She could hear the pumping sound it made as Travis drilled into her, soon joining two fingers together so that her folds stretched even more. Ivy bit down on her lip, hard enough for her to worry that she was going to draw blood, but she didn’t make a sound. She didn’t move, only breathed hard.

“Good girl,” he said and she felt his fingers slipping in her juices. She was ready for him, more ready than she had ever been before and when Travis pulled his fingers out of her, Ivy gasped again, afraid that he was going to stop.

You’re doing good, Ivy. You’re being a very good girl,” she heard him say and then felt the mattress creak as he stepped up. Then came the sound of foil being torn and the snap of latex. He was putting a condom on. She hadn’t even seen him naked, hadn’t yet seen his cock! She wriggled, tugging at the handcuffs and Travis’ fingers were clamping her nipples again.

“What did I tell you about moving?” he hissed in her ear and she stopped herself, controlling the urge to scream as he tightened his grip on her nipples. When he released them, she let out a moan because of how much they stung but then she felt the soft wet lick of his tongue. Ivy felt dizzy, in a head-rush as Travis’ mouth closed over one of her nipples. He was sucking on it, slowly lapping at her breast and it was the most soothing balm she could have asked for.

She was still dripping wet, her belly aching with desire now as she sensed him positioning himself over her. She was desperate for free hands, desperate to reach out and touch him. Feel the texture of his skin under her fingertips, to trace the carving of his abs which she knew were hidden under his shirt all this time.

“Remember the rules, Ivy. You’re not allowed to come till I tell you to,” he said and she felt his hands on her hips. Gripping her tightly to keep her in position.

“Yes, Master,” she replied meekly.

There was no turning back now. She was going to give herself to him and he would forever be the man who had taken her virginity. Ivy held her breath as she sensed his cock growing closer to her. Her breasts rose and fell and then she felt the tip of his cock on the folds of her wet pussy. Ivy bit on her lip to stop from screaming. Travis was sliding himself into her, slowly and inch by inch, stretching her folds, grazing against the walls of her vagina till he had buried himself deep into her.

Ivy didn’t think she had the strength in her to not cry out, but she did. It was a few seconds of pain while he stretched her with his cock and then when she could feel his length inside her, the knots in her belly started to unravel.

“So tight,” she heard him growl under his breath and he moved his hands to keep her thighs apart. Then he started thrusting. His cock pulled out of her and back into her in quick rhythmic thrusts, while his thumb stroked her clit slowly, pulling her slowly towards the edge of an orgasm.

“Don’t even think about it!” he said through gritted teeth when Ivy’s body shuddered. She was biting down hard on her lip, trying to not cry out as he thrust in and out of her. She could feel his balls crashing against her butt as he drilled into her with force. She couldn’t hold back any longer, her hands fisted, wriggling and trying to break free from the handcuffs.

“Come for me, Ivy,” she heard his voice slide smoothly into her ears and she cried out with a shuddering moan as she released. Her juices trickled out of her as her body spasmed hard. Her toes curled and she didn’t stop moaning. It felt like her soul was lifted out of her body and came crashing back again, her jaws were tight, her breasts heaved and she orgasmed violently. She heard him grunt and then growl as he released too.

His cock kept thrusting into her as she felt his seed shoot and she moaned even louder. Travis leaned in on her, wrapping his arms around her bare torso as he thrust, slower and slower each time now. She could feel his hot breath on her face, hear the sound of his harsh breathing.

It wasn’t until several moments later, that she felt his hands reach for the knot at the back of her head. He untied it and she blinked wildly till her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. Travis was stretched out over her, and now he reached over to unclasp the handcuffs from the headrest. She looked up in awe at the powerful muscles of his arms as he expertly undid them. When her hands were released, her first instinct was to touch him. She ran her fingers over the chiseled muscles of his torso. He was completely naked too and now she could finally see him.

Their breaths were still ragged and harsh and Ivy wondered if her breathing would ever go back to normal. Travis wrapped his arms around her again, and to her surprise, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Ivy sighed, unable to control the rush of emotions surging through her body. She had never imagined that Travis Dunn would be capable of this kind of tenderness.

He was looking at her again, his eyes searching hers, a soft grin tugging the corners of his lips.

“Are you all right?” he asked, in a kinder calmer voice and Ivy wanted to scream out with glee. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, laugh and giggle and roll with him on the bed. She wanted him to know just how good it had been.

She only nodded her head instead.

“Okay,” he said, in a quiet voice, searching her eyes and her face still. They were lying entangled in each other, trying to calm their breathing and she felt like she could have drowned in his eyes. It was more than just the sex, more than what he had made her feel…it was a deep thrilling connection that she felt with him in that moment. The more he looked into her eyes, the more she felt like he truly did see her. Like he was trying to understand her, and she was trying to understand him in the silence of the room.

When Travis moved, Ivy felt her heart drop. He was sliding his arms away from under her and Ivy watched with bated breath as he swung his powerfully muscular legs off the bed and stood up. Her throat ran dry again, she licked her lips and slowly, she tried to sit up.

She could still feel the throbbing force with which he had driven into her. It was like he was still inside her, and in silence, she watched as he walked around the room, pulling out cotton towels out of the drawers. He walked back to her, holding two of them out for her.

“Here, you can use these,” he said and with trembling hands, she took them from him.

He was wiping himself as well. The tied up condom lay on the floor next to his feet, and Ivy gulped again. Her pussy was still damp, still throbbing to the touch as she wiped herself between her legs. It was like her skin radiated with the scent of him.

“You’re welcome to have a shower if you want,” he said and she looked up at him again. How was she supposed to explain to him that she never wanted his touch to wash away from her body?

“No, I’ll wait till I get home,” Ivy said and Travis turned from her. He was picking his clothes up off the floor now, ready to start dressing again. She couldn’t stop her heart from thudding against her chest. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen next. Judging by his track record, she got the feeling that this meant the end of their blink-and-miss relationship.

“So if this isn’t your bedroom, is this where you bring all your women then?” she asked and immediately regretted it. Travis’ back was still turned to her, but she saw the muscles on his shoulders and back stiffen. He turned his head to her, not enough for her to see the expression in his eyes.

“No, it is not, Ivy,” she heard him say and she bent herself down to pick up her lingerie from the floor.

“Of course not, you have enough rooms in this house to mix it up,” she said, surprised by the envy dripping from her voice. Travis turned to her now, as he slid his pants up to his waist. He had his jaws clenched and was glaring at her.

“You have the wrong impression of me,” he said and Ivy threw him a half-baked smile.

“I have no impression of you since I don’t know you at all,” she said and Travis sighed and then shook his head like he was utterly disappointed with her.

“There are no other women, Ivy. I haven’t been with anyone in over three years,” he said and Ivy stopped, in the middle of hooking her bra. Her lips parted in surprise and she tried to get some words out but Travis had turned from her again. He had walked over to the mantelpiece where he’d left his cufflinks earlier.

“That…I…” she tried to say.

“Find that hard to believe?” Travis asked, fixing his cufflinks. Ivy pursed her lips together, and her face fell in a frown.

“You should know better than to believe everything you read in the tabloids, Ivy,” he said and flipped his tie over his head. Without the need of looking in the mirror, he started knotting his tie expertly and she watched him for several moments in silence. She hadn’t even begun to dress, and he was nearly back to looking his perfect self again.

“I’ve seen photographs…with those women…” she said and Travis shook his head and grinned.

“So what? I go to a lot of parties. I have a lot of friends. I like to socialize. But that doesn’t mean that I sleep with all of them,” he said and walked over to put his jacket back on. Ivy felt confused and she followed his every movement with her eyes. He was in his clothes, not a crease on any of the fabric. His tie looked neat and perfectly put on and Travis proceeded to thrust his hands into his pockets again.

“You asked me what was wrong with you, Ivy, and the truthful answer is that there is everything right with you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, and the more you couldn’t stay away from me, the wilder my desire for you grew,” he said and Ivy felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn’t believe any of this that she was hearing. “But I didn’t want to spoil it. I didn’t want to spoil your first time,” he added and she shook her head.

“You didn’t, Travis. This was amazing, it was more than I could have hoped for,” she said and stopped herself just in time from thanking him. He grinned and shook his head.

“No, I meant spoil your memory of it. You won’t forget your first time and I didn’t want your first time to be with me,” he said in a dry deep voice. Ivy wanted to cry out, she wished she had the courage to tell him that she wouldn’t forget him anyway. Even if he hadn’t made love to her, she wouldn’t have forgotten him.

“This is what I wanted,” she said instead.

“And I gave it to you, so now we can move on,” he said. Ivy felt a cry rising up her throat. It wasn’t that she had expected anything else from him, but for him to actually say it…to actually say that they had to move on…was too much to bear.

He turned from her again, and Ivy felt a panic rising in her.

“I know about Mia,” she cried out and Travis stopped in his tracks. He straightened his back but didn’t turn to look at her. “I know what happened to her, what happened to you.”

“Why are you bringing it up then?” she heard him ask. His voice had dropped to a fevered low pitch again and she was afraid that he was going to be mad at her.

“Because I want you to know that I understand why you can’t give me more than this,” Ivy said softly and even with his face turned, she could sense that he had clenched his jaw.

“I see a lot of her in you, how I remember her, and I wanted to stay away from that,” he said and Ivy felt the prick of hot tears at the back of her eyelids.

“I understand,” she said quietly and then she heard him breathe in deeply. It wasn’t the truth, she didn’t really understand because she had no way of knowing how he felt, how he had been feeling for all these years. What she did know, however, was that she didn’t want to ask him to give her what he couldn’t. No matter how much it stung her. No matter how she felt about him.

“Goodbye, Ivy. I have to get back to the office. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like, just close this door behind you when you leave,” he said, without turning to her. And then he was gone. Ivy heard the click of the door shutting behind him and then the fading sound of his footsteps.

She sank back into the bed, still only in her lingerie and she allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold the cries in as she lay back down on the soft springy bed.

Ivy stared up at the ceiling, trying to envelope herself in the scent of Travis for as long as she could, trying to soak him in as much as she could. An hour passed before she finally dressed. Without bothering to check herself in the mirror, she left the room and shut the door behind her. She walked through the house, too distracted to admire any of the decors anymore and finally she was out of the front door.

The stretch limo was waiting for her this time as well, and Ivy got in.