by CLIFF, J. C.
Travis stays silent as delicious thoughts begin to race through my head. He palms my breasts, and in turn, my breathing turns ragged. His touch causes a wave of goose bumps to erupt down my arms.
Beginning between my breasts, he skims the backs of his fingers along the length of my body, leaving a heated trail of erotic desire in its wake. He stops just above my pubic bone, and then his touch is gone. I hear the low-pitched sound of the box springs squeak in relief when his weight shifts to get off the bed, and then he disappears.
I listen intently for a sound, but Travis is too stealthy. I have no clue what he’s doing, but I can feel the sexual energy bouncing off the walls in the room. The longer I lay in the quiet, the more the suspense kills me. My voice comes out small and meek, “Travis?”
“Shh…no talking.” His tone brooks no argument. He’s eerily quiet, so quiet I can hear the hum of the fan above us. Suddenly, a cool vice clamps down on one of my nipples, and I gasp aloud in both pain and surprise.
“Travis!” I squirm, my upper body wriggling to get away. My breasts are swollen and extra sensitive right now. Has he gone mad?
I catch my breath to ream him out, to tell him I’m not interested in playing this game and to let me loose, but his hard voice rumbles over me, “If you move again or utter a single sound, you can be rest assured there will be a punishment, and I can promise you this; you won’t like it,” he tersely warns. What the hell?
My heart thunders in my chest, and my chest heaves as I gasp for breath. I know he wouldn’t ever hurt me, but his tone has me frozen, and I’m not sure what my next course of action should be. He’s never really done this before. Yes, we’ve gotten kinky before, but the nipple clamps are a first.
“Good girl,” he soothes, “but I won’t warn you again. Let’s try this once more, shall we?” I purse my lips, not daring to utter a sound. I inhale a sharp breath when he pinches the hell out of my other nipple with his metal device. The pain has me clenching my teeth together.
“Trust me, you’ll adjust to the feeling, and when I decide to let you come, they’ll make your pussy sing soprano when you climax.”
After a few seconds, I feel an odd sensation that travels from my breasts, straight down to my throbbing core. Wetness begins to pool at my opening. His dirty words, combined with the blindfold, restraints, and the nipple clamps are a complete turn on. Who would’ve thought?
My heart speeds in anticipation as the bed suddenly dips back down, the weight of his body settling over mine. He doesn’t straddle me in the normal way, and as he traps me in with his knees, I become fully aware of his position over me. His strong, muscled thighs press against the sides of my upper torso as something soft brushes over my lips. He wants me to give him head.
“Open,” he commands. I squeeze my legs tightly together, trying to relieve the pressure.
With the desire to obey and taste his essence, I open my mouth and he slips the tip of his soft head past my lips. I close my lips around him, and I can’t help but hum my desire. “Mmm.” I use my tongue to run a circle around his thick cock just before I suck him in deeper. When I pull back, I run my tongue over his slit several times. I get the distinctive taste of his succulent pre-cum.
I lift up my head to take in his entire length, all the way to the back of my throat, and he hisses. I internally smile to myself as I let his fullness slide in and out of my mouth. I repeat the process of licking the tip of his soft head, and then apply a heavy suction as I take all of him back inside the warmth of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he blurts out. Cradling the sides of my face with his hands, he holds my face steady as he takes back the control. He pushes his hips forward, sliding his hardness in and out with smooth, slow, savoring strokes. I love the feeling of him taking charge like this.
I increase the suction as he continues to smoothly glide his length back and forth over my tongue. He pushes the tip of his cock past my comfort zone, and I gag. “Shh,” he quietly murmurs, “sorry, I’ll be more careful.” My eyes water from the intrusion, and I have to catch my breath through my nose and focus on my breathing pattern. As much as I’ve wanted to, I’ve never been able to deep throat.
Once I catch my breath, I moan around his thick shaft, and the vibrations make him curse. He tastes so erotically sinful. Pressure builds in my core, and I need his fullness inside of my body now.
Each time he slides himself back out, I quickly roll my tongue around his head before he plunges his cock back inside the warmth of my mouth. His breathing turns erratic, and I know he has to be close. Only a few more strokes like this, and I will own his orgasm. A sense of pride overtakes me, and suddenly I want him to come in my mouth, but at that moment, he decides to promptly pull out. I whimper at the loss, voicing my disappointment. I wanted to undo him.
The bed shifts as he scoots back down between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, and I take that as my cue to lift my hips. He then slides them off over my legs, and I’m full of anticipation.
He runs his palms over my breasts and down my stomach, and I shiver. I feel the need to writhe under him and tell him to fuck me hard, but I don’t dare speak. I want him too badly, and I know if I speak out, he’ll force me to wait for my release.
“Mmmm. Just what I thought. You’re soaking wet for me. I think sucking my cock turns you on.” I want to tell him I wasn’t done with his cock.
Both of his hands come to rest on my inner thighs, and then he spreads my legs wide apart and holds them in place. I suck in a quick gasp when the heat of his tongue tenderly grazes over my opening. His tongue then dances around the outer perimeter of my sex, teasing me, and as much as I would love to lift my hips to guide him back to where I want it, I can’t. He has a firm grip on me, preventing me from moving.
I tense when his tongue drifts southward, trailing a delicious pattern around my puckered hole. For all that is holy, it feels so sinfully divine, and yet seriously wrong at the same time. He’s never done that before. Still, it makes me uncomfortable enough to risk speaking. “Travis, no,” I firmly command.
Before I know it, he sinks his teeth into my pussy with a quick, sharp bite. I yelp out in pain, shock, and dismay. “Don’t tell me no,” he harshly growls, and then he returns to his business just as quickly as he left it. Well, that was kind of sexy.
His tongue skirts back around my opening again, and my hands curl around and twist the fabric that my wrists are bound to. His movements are gentle and sweet as he takes his time experimenting around the forbidden area.
He slips his heated tongue into me. “Oh, God.” I can’t help but voice my erotic pleasure; it’s a feeling like no other. I have a fire of intense passion pulsating through my veins, and the need for him to consume me.
As if he’s suddenly starved for a steak, he moves back to my sex and begins ravishing me with an animalistic hunger. The way he invades me with firm, strong strokes has my legs shaking uncontrollably. He inserts a finger into my ass while swirling his tongue deep inside my silky walls. My breath hitches, and with the nipple clamps adding to the sensations, I’m seconds away from exploding.
“Travis,” I breathe out. He ignores me. His tongue fervently works in and out of me along with his finger. I thrash my head back and forth, panting heavily and praying to God that he never stops. He’s driving me absolutely insane with need as he increases the suction. The sensations overtake me, suddenly becoming more stimulation than I can handle, and I scream out, “Travis!”
He whispers intermittently between his feasting, and immediately begins to slow down the pace, “Shh, baby, I know what you need.” He stops to blow a cool breath into my overheated pussy, and I groan. I was so close. “The only way you get to come is when my dick is deep inside you,” he lewdly states.
The bed shifts as he commands, “Lift your hips for me.” I do as he says without question. I so want to feel the euphoria that only Travis can bring me.
I feel him place several pillows underneath my butt, elev
ating my bottom half. When he’s finished, he leans his massive body over mine, his familiar weight comforting me. “Are you ready to get fucked, Jules?” he asks, grazing the bridge of his nose along my neckline. My heart beats at an insane pace, his filthy words turning me on.
“You’d better brace yourself,” he murmurs against me, and then his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, and I open to him. The man is on fire, and full of white-hot passion as he delves his tongue in deep.
He lifts his bodyweight off me briefly to position the head of his cock at my opening, and then slams into me with unrestrained force. All of my breath leaves me in that one extraordinary movement as he fills me to the brink.
“Oh, shit, you feel like a piece of heaven,” he rasps as he lays his body back over mine, taking my mouth back in a heated kiss.
He doesn’t hold back. He begins fucking me, and it’s not slow or sweet; it’s instinctive, animalistic fucking. At this angle, I feel him extra deep as he relentlessly pounds into me at a vigorous pace. He’s out of control, and as his chest rubs against mine with forceful friction, it only serves to stimulate the pain-pleasure my nipples have been receiving. Being bound, blindfolded, and fucked ruthlessly with the use of the nipple clamps has me feeling the familiar tingling sensations of a stellar climax.
“Trav, I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Yeah, you are,” he breathes heavily, his voice full of pride over his masculine abilities. He then rolls and grinds his pelvis against my clit, and I scream out his name. The intensity of my earth-shattering orgasm has me curling my toes as I go numb from head to toe. He quickly removes the nipple clamps, and I can barely hear myself scream out his name as I’m caught up in a thousand watt electrical current that seems to never end.
I hear him curse, and then his movements become erratic. Two more strokes, and then I feel him pulsating inside my core. He pushes the blindfold off my face as he comes deep inside me, and I’m met with his stark green eyes, which silently speak to my soul. I can feel this magic between us, and it never gets old. It only grows stronger with time.
“I will never be able to get enough of you,” he rasps, out of breath. A fine sheen of sweat coats his body. “I love you, woman.”
“Travis, I love you.” Tears of joy sting the back of my eyes. He’s made me so happy, and not a day goes by that I don’t give my thanks for him.
Once the vestiges of our orgasms have dissipated, he removes all of the paraphernalia. Lying back down beside me, he pulls me into his arms and draws the covers over us. I snuggle against him and smile with a sated grin.
“Mommy?” a small voice sounds out from the doorway, and I stiffen. We both turn to see Travis’ little replica rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What’s the matter, son?” Travis’ deep voice trails over my head.
“I heard Mommy scweam,” he says in that cute four-year-old voice. He doesn’t have all his syllables and pronunciations down quite yet. He’s so damn adorable. “Mommy?” he asks again. “Did you see anotha bug?”
Travis chuckles at Aiden’s comment, and I smile, but I give Travis the stink eye. “Yes, it was a huge, huge bug.”
“Ooohhhhh,” he says with fascination, his eyes growing round and big. “Did Daddy get ‘em?”
I laugh loudly at his cuteness as Travis pipes in to answer, “Yes, son. I got ‘em.”
Aiden narrows his eyes in thought, studying us for a brief moment before he speaks. “Daddy, get off Mommy. You squishin’ the baby.”
Travis groans. “Son, why don’t you go back to bed?”
“But I not sweepy. I hungwy.”
Our quiet time is officially over, and I softly giggle. Travis lets out a defeated sigh. “All right, son. How about pancakes?”
He nods emphatically with excitement as he stands there looking so damn adorable in his Ironman PJ’s. “I love pamcakes.” He pauses, and then continues, “Are they gutten fwee?”
“Yes, little man. They’re gluten-free,” Travis says with a grin. He’s just as affected by his cuteness as I am. “Go on downstairs and get all the stuff out. I’ll be there in a second to help.”
“Yesss!” Aiden fist-pumps the air and takes off down the hallway.
Travis turns to me, shaking his head. “At least the boy has impeccable timing, just like his daddy.”
I playfully slap at his chest, and he captures my hand, raising a brow. “Do I need to tie you up again, woman?”
I grin ruefully. “There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity, Travis Jackson.” He throws his head back and bellows with laughter.
“Fair enough.”
When all circumstances and events come to a close, we have the chance to reflect on our efforts and fortitude through which the journey took us. We leave a mark...In ourselves…On ourselves...With others.
~ Zeke Samples
Do you remember the dedication I wrote at the beginning of Blyss? You see, I wrote this series to escape the pain and anguish of my father’s passing away. My dad was my world, my rock, and I didn’t know how to move on without him, so I immersed myself in reading books and soon after, I began writing my own story.
With reflecting on the statement above, and as the final book of The Blyss Trilogy has come to a close, I can honestly reflect back on all my efforts and hard work. Writing has allowed me to push through the heartache and distress as I endured the journey of life with a courage that can only be from God.
It’s interesting to me how God always places people in our lives at just the right time when we need them most. Whether it’s for a simple piece of advice that speaks to our soul, or providing us with a lasting friendship, it is a gift from above to be cherished. Zeke had spoken those very words above at the completion of this trilogy. It was perfect timing. Those words struck a chord with my very soul. Zeke is a very caring, perceptive, and intelligent individual who exudes integrity, and I have no doubt our paths crossed for a higher purpose.
I pray I have left a positive mark in this little book world and touched a few people’s lives for the better. I know I have found some wonderful friendships with others and found that each one suffers with their own pain, whether physical or mental. We’ve become a support group of sorts, sharing laughs, and holding each other up in times of need with prayer.
I have learned that it is okay to take a certain amount of time to grieve, but at some point, it has to come to an end. What is left after the grieving process are sweet fragrances of memories that will remain in our soul as we remember the happier times. The good memories will always be there, but we need to move on.
As my father would always say to me, “Saw Wood.”
Not everyone is going to agree with how this story should have ended, and perhaps, just maybe, it’s because you didn’t want the journey to end. This story wasn’t about obtaining revenge in the end.
This story was so much more for me than about the intimacies between a man and a woman. The most important thing I wanted to show at the end of this journey was that Jules was able to heal after experiencing soul crushing destruction to her spirit and psyche.
When all hope crumbled at her feet, and after going through the dark passages of hell, she emerged on the other end with renewed hope. A different hope that allowed her soul to heal.
Unconditional love heals, while revenge, anger, bitterness and hate destroys. It destroys everything in its wake. God in His mercy and grace, provided Jules a soul mate to help pick up the pieces when she was too broken to piece her life back together. She was able to focus on the victorious path of healing through God and his awesome provisions.
What Jules had to go through to find healing is what all of us must do at some point in our lives. To learn how to have happiness amidst the sorrow, because there is still hope and you are always provided for, you just have to have faith.
I enjoyed creating a balance of action and adventure while finding a way to intersperse a little humor and romance along the way. I promise to bring you more actio
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