Page 144 of Receiving His Mercy
He grinned. “Very soon.” He got up again and grabbed some cuffs and rope from the cupboard. Then he secured her ankles with the leather cuffs. They were loose and comfortable, but they drew her legs out wide. Which didn’t bode well for her.
“Keep your arms above your head,” he warned as he leaned over her and kissed her. Then he slid down her body, kissing, nipping, then soothing with soft licks.
She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She had to come so badly. Arousal filled her and she thrashed her head from side to side. She had to work hard to keep her hands above her head.
He was killing her.
And then he grabbed the vibrator again.
“Nooo!” she cried as he returned it to her clit.
Caren was too stimulated. She wasn’t even sure that she could come at this point. However, he seemed to sense that as he slid it further down, pushing it slowly into her pussy. Clenching around it, she knew she was close.
He drove the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t take it much more. “It’s too much!”
“I know, baby. Shh. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He held the vibrator inside her while he leaned in to play with herclit with his tongue. “Come for me, baby. You’ve earned it and I know you need it.”
She didn’t think it was going to happen. She was too far gone. Too stimulated.
But he seemed to know just what she needed. Slow and sweet. Small, fleeting flicks that had her crashing over the edge with a scream.
As she started to make her way back into the here and now, she felt him undoing her ankles. Then she was pulled into his embrace.
Just where she needed to be.
Travis sat on the bed,leaning against the wall with Caren straddling his lap. He ran his hand up and down her back until her breathing slowed and she was slumped against him.
“You doing all right, Goldie? Let me get you some water.”
She tightened her hold on him with a noise of protest. He kissed the top of her head soothingly.
It had been a big night for her. He needed to get her home and into bed.
And then he had to do some research on this Aadan Joseph. And figure out who the fuck he was and what he was dealing with here.
Maybe he should just let things go. Leave sleeping dogs to lie. However, Travis didn’t like the feeling of having something hanging over his girl’s head. A possible threat that wouldn’t go away.
Unless he did something about him.
“Hey, I’m not leaving. Just reaching over to get a bottle of water.” He leaned over without disturbing her too much andgrabbed some water. Then he held it to her mouth to help her drink.
She’d barely eaten tonight before they’d come out. He was a bit concerned that she was losing weight. That was on his agenda as well. To get her healthy and happy. To make sure she wasn’t stressed or worried.
Taking care of Aadan would be a start.
Then he’d have to tackle the issue of her mother. Because he knew that woman was stressing her as well. Although that was a tricky one.
Perhaps he could convince her to let him be the point of contact for her mother with the facility.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you home.”
He wrapped her in a blanket then gathered their clothes. He put his back on while tucking hers into the blanket. Then he messaged Rusty asking him to bring his truck around before picking her up in his arms.
Where she belonged.
She slept the entire way home and it filled him with satisfaction because he knew she was resting deeply. There were no lines of stress on her forehead or around her mouth. After parking his truck, he picked her up and carried her to the elevator. She’d agreed to stay the night at his place.
And even if she hadn’t, he would have brought her back here. No way would he leave her by herself after tonight. Also, his bed was bigger and more comfortable.
