YOURS TRULY

by Bella Grant

Travis was mesmerized and couldn’t close his eyes. He had to watch what she was going to do to him next. Smiling when she straightened, she hooked her fingers in the thong and slid it down her legs. She held it hooked on one of her fingers, and she smiled wickedly as she used it to tickle his belly and thighs. Far from giggling, he moaned at the sensation, completely under her power.

  He jerked when the fabric caressed his cock, and he automatically tried to reach for her. When she saw him twisting his wrists, she frowned at him and stepped away. She shook her head at him and waited. He stared at her for a moment, closed his eyes again, and breathed deeply, and when he opened them again, he was prepared for whatever she wanted to do to him.

  Diana was dripping, she was so aroused, but she wanted to entice Travis to the point of coming before she satisfied her own needs. Because of the exquisite torture she inflicted on him, she had decided that if he finished quickly, she would make him rally so she could have her fun as well.

  Her eyes on his, she tossed the thong over her shoulder and began untying the laces of the corset she wore, another slow torture as her breasts peeked and were revealed. Travis’ eyes were narrowed with lust, his breathing shallow as he watched her. When completely naked, she slid up his body, beginning with his legs, letting her distended nipples caress his flesh. She lay flat on him and kissed him as he tried to maneuver her into a fucking position. She lifted her head, ending their kiss, and shook her head at him.

  Her lips kissed a trail down his chest, pausing at each of his nipples to nibble until they were hardened before she continued lower. Her tongue pierced his belly button, and he squirmed, making a sound she’d never heard him make before. She glanced up at him, but he was looking up, his face scrunched as he fought the pleasure she forced on him.

  Smiling to herself, she continued down until the tip of his cock was near her lips. She flicked her tongue out, licking the excessive amount of pre-cum off, making a yummy sound so that his head jerked up so he could see her. Maintaining eye contact, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard, almost hard enough to cause pain. Enthralled by him, she watched, his cock still her in mouth, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, which fell back on the pillow.

  She pulled on his taut balls gently as she sucked his cock, letting it slip into the back of her mouth as far as she could without gagging. His moans of pleasure drove her lust to new heights, and her fear of being tied up vanished as she imagined the pleasure he would inflict on her body when it was his turn. He would repay her for this session, she was sure of it.

  Diana felt his body clench, and she heard the sound of his orgasm slipping from his mouth. She lifted her head, ending the blow job of his lifetime, and rose to her knees. He looked at her, his face a mask of ecstasy and unfinished business—almost disappointment, but excitement too. He knew what she was about to do to him, and he smiled through his haze of pleasure.

  Diana returned the smile as she lifted her leg and straddled him, his extended cock teasing her pussy as she slid back and forth over him, wanting to feel him against her before she let him inside.

  Travis groaned and spoke the first words in several minutes. “Diana, please.”

  His plea touched her, and she lifted her hips and slid down his length slowly until every inch of his glorious cock was inside her. When she rested on his body with his cock inside, she began to gyrate her hips rather than bounce up and down. The head of his cock hit her G-spot perfectly in this position, and she wanted her pleasure before she allowed him to have his.

  Travis knew her well, and he started lifting his hips at the precise moment she needed him to. She opened her eyes and looked down at him as she rode him, thanking him silently for his movements when her orgasm began to rip through her body. She threw her head back and screamed as she squirted, her juices streaming out of her as pleasure flowed into her.

  After it subsided somewhat, she leaned forward and whispered, “Are you ready?”

  “No. Untie me. I want to touch you,” Travis said, pulling at his wrists.

  Diana smirked. In his passion-filled ecstasy, he must have forgotten the trick to untie his own wrists. She shook her head, leaned over, and nipped his bottom lip. “No, no. I like this. I like being in control.”

  Travis growled. “Then fuck me, Diana!”

  Chuckling at his order, she began to move slowly again, but as her pleasure spiked suddenly again, her movements became frantic. She fucked him hard, holding onto the headboard for balance as she bounced up and down on him, screaming again when her climax reached its peak. And though she normally slowed and stopped to feel her orgasm, she continued to ride him, increasing the pleasure of her own ending as he cried out his need to come.

  “I’m going to come! You’re gonna make me come!” Travis yelled before his words became a jumbled mess of words that made little sense.

  She felt his spray of cum inside her, so hard did he finish, and she rode him until her thighs screamed. When nothing was left in either of them, she fell to his side, panting in unison with the love of her life, and the words she’d been hiding slipped out without a regret.

  “I love you.”

  Travis looked at her, and with ease, he released his wrists, making her think he’d known earlier as well but had enjoyed the sensations. She smiled at him as he smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her sweaty body.

  “I love you, Diana. You have no idea how much,” he confided, kissing her forehead, nose, and lips softly.

  “I’m so glad we found each other again. My life wasn’t complete without you in it. I just didn’t know you were the thing I was missing,” she told him, staring into his eyes. “Stay here tonight?”

  “Yes. And hopefully for many nights to come.”

  Diana listened as his breathing became regular within a few minutes, and she smiled. He’d always fallen asleep after sex if he could. It drained him. She felt a renewed energy, and though she used to sneak out of bed since sleep had always eluded her, she was worn out this night. Snuggling close, she let her eyes close and fell asleep.

  Chapter 14

  The next morning, Diana awoke in Travis’ arms, sweaty but happy. She lifted his arm off her and scooted out of the bed. She needed a shower and some food. They had barely finished their dinner, which had been somewhat light, and they’d burned a million calories while having sex. Having sex, she scoffed internally as she reached into the shower to turn on the hot water. What they had done the night before was fuck, not have sex, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

  After watching Travis’ erotic pleasure, multiplied because he’d been tied up, she couldn’t wait to let him do the same to her. Maybe tonight, she thought with a grin as she stepped into the shower and let the hot water douse away the sweat. As she wet her hair, the curtain pulled back and Travis was smirking at her.

  “Why are you showering without me?” he asked as he stepped in, moving her gently to the other side of the tub so he could step under the spray.

  “Because I don’t like to get cold,” she responded, playfully slapping his ass. “And because I know what will happen.”

  He eyed her as the water sloshed down his back. “You have no self-control?”

  Diana snorted as she grabbed his cock in her hand. “Not when this cock is bare and giving me the eye.” She moved her hand up and down his length, relishing the feeling of it hardening in her hand. “Where’s your self-control?” she dared.

  “You’re washing it away as we speak,” he grunted as he grabbed her and spun her around so she faced the wall. He put her hands against the wall at the height of her head and leaned closer so his mouth was near her ear. “It’s my turn to have the control. Don’t move your hands from that wall. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered as his hands began a path of pleasure on her body.

  Travis grabbed her loofa and covered it in her body wash before washing her body. He cleaned her back and ass, dwelling on the swell of her butt and kissing e
ach cheek after washing the soap away with the detachable showerhead. He stood again and cleaned her front, his back pressed against her so she could feel his hard cock trying to part her ass cheeks to sneak inside, another sexual adventure she planned to broach with him soon.

  He dropped the loofa after washing her breasts and belly, letting his soapy hands slip between her legs to clean her pussy. He tugged on her clit with one hand while inserting the fingers of his other hand inside her. Her hands slipped as she pushed against his hands, and he froze.

  “Diana. You have to follow the rules.”

  He waited until her hands were securely against the wall again before continuing his pleasurable ministrations. Her body was alive with sensations as the water poured over them from above. He kissed her neck and shoulders, licking the water droplets off her sensitive skin as he tugged on her clit and fingerfucked her pussy. And just as she was ready to come, as the clenching of her pussy began, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock.

  Diana jerked, shocked at the fullness after only his fingers had been inside her, and her pussy clenched so hard on him he grunted in satisfaction. She wanted to lower her hands, but she needed the balance they provided and was afraid he’d stop if she lowered them. Her cries echoed in the tiny bathroom as her climax exploded, and he followed quickly, grunting and thrusting hard into her as he did so.

  They remained attached for a moment, panting and letting their orgasms subside before he stepped back. She shuddered and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “I was supposed to be getting cleaned up so we could get some breakfast,” Diana chided him, smiling.

  With his hands on her waist, he whispered, “Shower sex doesn’t get you dirty.”

  Diana threw her head back and laughed, releasing him so she could actually bathe. Travis chuckled and washed as well, and they chatted about where they wanted to go for breakfast as they cleansed themselves and each other.

  They decided on brunch at a restaurant a couple blocks south, which Diana assured him was safe despite the slightly rough neighborhood. Travis frowned as they walked, wondering if she walked this way by herself.

  “This neighborhood isn’t slightly rough,” Travis noted as they passed what Travis was sure was the same homeless man he’d seen the night before with a companion drinking from a paper sack.

  Diana glanced in the man’s direction and lifted her hand in greeting. “Hi, Mr. Bob. How are you this morning?”

  “A little hungover, but I’ll survive. Who’s this?” Mr. Bob asked, a smile brightening his dirty face. His teeth were shockingly white.

  “This is Travis, my boyfriend,” Diana introduced, squeezing Travis’ arm so he didn’t reach out to shake hands.

  “She’s a good girl. Reminds me of my daughter,” he said sadly, though he rallied into his happiness again quickly. “You treat her how she deserves,” Mr. Bob ordered, grinning at Diana.

  “Have you eaten today?”

  Mr. Bob looked at her as if she’d asked a silly question. “I haven’t had the time with my busy schedule.”

  “Hmmm,” Diana answered, narrowing her eyes at his thin frame. What he meant was he had no food and would eat when he could. “We’re going to breakfast. Can I bring you something?”

  “Well, honey, don’t go out of your way,” Mr. Bob said, dismissing her concern like a grown man would his wife’s.

  “I’ll tell you what. I’m dying for some pancakes, but I can’t ever finish them. I’ll bring you what I have left over?” Diana asked, trying to make sure the man’s pride remained intact.

  “Well, I wouldn’t mind some pancakes,” Mr. Bob replied, smiling again. He turned his eye to Travis. “You see? A good girl.”

  “She is, sir,” Travis answered.

  “We’ll be back this way in an hour or so. You’ll be around?” Diana asked him, although her question sounded suspiciously like she was telling him to be around.

  Mr. Bob chuckled and shooed them away. “I’ll be here or there, sweetie. I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

  “I’ll look for you,” Diana told him. Her instinct was to pat him on the shoulder, but she knew he didn’t like to be touched. She pulled on Travis’ hand and led him away after saying goodbye to her friend.

  “What’s Mr. Bob’s story?”

  “He hasn’t told me his whole story,” Diana explained as they walked hand in hand down the sidewalk. “I just know that I was walking home from the store one afternoon in broad daylight. I thought I’d be safe. Some man followed me, and Mr. Bob noticed and intervened. He walked me the rest of the way home and keeps an eye out, not just for me, but for the other women in the neighborhood. He’s a good man.”

  Travis glanced over his shoulder. “Wow. Why is he homeless?”

  “I think he chooses to be,” Diana answered with a shrug. “But we take care of him, you know. I bring him food, gave him a coat once when it started getting cold. I saw another woman give him gloves, and if it’s freezing, I look for him. Took him to a shelter once.”

  “Why couldn’t I shake his hand?”

  “He doesn’t like to be touched. I’m very careful when I hand him things,” Diana told him, smiling. “He’s our guardian angel, so to speak, so we watch over him.”

  “I thought you didn’t know your neighbors?” Travis asked.

  “I don’t, not really. Enough to recognize and say hello,” Diana commented as they turned into the restaurant. “But we all take care of Mr. Bob. One of the families in my building, two parents and a little girl, invite him to picnics in the park. He saw a stranger watching the little girl one afternoon while she was playing, told the mom, and may have prevented a tragedy.”

  “Wow,” Travis repeated. “I was going to suggest maybe you shouldn’t stay here, but this is a great little environment.”

  “The neighborhood really has been improving. When I first moved in, it wasn’t safe at all, but I could afford it,” Diana admitted after they’d been led to a table. “Now I stay because I like it so much.”

  “So you could move if you chose?”

  “Yeah,” she said, pursing her lips as she opened the menu. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. “I don’t want to, though.”

  Travis smiled at her and changed the subject. “You look beautiful this morning.”

  Diana reddened, crinkling her nose at him. “I didn’t put on a speck of makeup and halfway dried my hair.”

  “And you’re still stunning,” Travis told her. “I could look at you all day.”

  “Stop it,” Diana laughed, reddening further as she waved a hand at him. “You’re embarrassing me.”

  Travis chuckled as the waiter appeared to take their order. After they had both recited what they wanted, Travis added, “And when we’re finished, we’ll need a to go order of pancakes and sausage please.”

  “I can do that, no problem,” the teenager answered. “After I’ve brought you your food, I’ll put that in so it comes out fresh.”

  “Great, thanks.”

  Diana smiled at him. “You’re the sweetest. I usually take him what I don’t eat. I order him a full meal when I can, but it gets expensive.”

  “Well, if he’s protecting you, he deserves a whole meal on me,” Travis announced.

  “Thank you, Travis.” She sat up and kissed him, and he clasped her hand.

  “So, I have a surprise for you,” he teased, raising his eyebrows and opening his mouth wide, mocking surprise.

  “A surprise? I love surprises,” Diana answered gleefully, squirming in her chair.

  “The weekend you and I went on our second first date, I went to a charity event with my parents,” Travis explained. “Save the Tatas.”

  Diana laughed, nodding her head. “I went to that with your mom the year before we broke up. I assume she’s still in remission?”

  “Oh yes, healthy as a horse, and twice as pushy,” Travis told her, laughing. “She pushed me to bid on a couple of the silent auction items as
well as a few of the larger items on the auction list. I won two things. The first were Saints tickets.”

  Diana tried to hide her complete lack of interest, but it must have flashed across her face before she could school her features into a smile because Travis laughed loudly, shaking his head.

  “I’m certainly not asking you to go to a football game.”

  “Oh, thank God!” Diana exclaimed, putting her hand on her chest as if she thought he was asking her to go to hell with him. “I would have gone and pretended to have a blast.”

  “I know, but I’m not a stupid man,” Travis told her, accustomed to her flair of drama.

  “So what else did you win?”

  “I don’t know if I won them, since I paid a pretty penny for them in the auction,” Travis smirked, “but I have two tickets to see Ed Sheeran next Friday.”

  Diana’s heart jumped in her chest, and she clapped her hands together and put them under her chin, her shoulders up around her ears. “Oh, my God! For real?”

  Travis smiled, tilting his head. “Yes, for real. And the seats are dead center, third row.”

  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed loudly, drawing attention. She glanced around and said, “Sorry, sorry. He just told me we’re going to see Ed Sheeran in the third row!”

  A couple close to them laughed, and the woman said, “I would have yelled too, girl! Y’all have fun!”

  “I have never been so excited!” Diana shrieked, standing up and throwing herself in Travis’ arms. She plopped down in his lap and kissed him all over his face.

  Diana heard the man at the next table say, “He’s getting lucky tonight,” and his girlfriend or wife giggled happily, shushing him. Diana smiled brightly down at Travis.

  “You probably will get lucky every night for the rest of your life.”

  “Or until I piss you off,” Travis joked, squeezing her.

  “Shut up.” She laughed as she returned to her chair. “Oh, God, what will I wear?”

  “Why would you be worried about your outfit? It’s a concert,” Travis asked, sipping his orange juice which had been discretely set in front of him by the waiter without interrupting their conversation.