Page 54 of Beauty & Chaos

No.

I can’t find him. Which is weird as hell.

I shake my head. “I did a quick search, and he seems to have disappeared. No trace of him. No death notice, nothing.”

“That’s fucking weird.” Scott uncrosses his arms and slides one into his pocket. “Like a missing person?”

“No, just...yeah, no more than paparazzi photos. I only had twenty minutes. I’m sure you’ll find more.”

I hope.

Otherwise, this is getting very strange.

He pushes away from the doorframe. “I’ll look into it.”

I thank him, and when he walks away, I rub my thumb over the red mark on my wrist. An erotic shudder rushes through me.

Travis tied me up.

I’ve never done that before with a lover. It was terrifying and incredible giving up all my control.

After undressing me—the most unsexy removal of clothes in the history of seductions given my socks, boots, and leggings—Travis ordered me to lie down. Then he climbed over me, smelling of cigars and whisky, and I expected him to start kissing me. Instead, he reached over and pulled down two silk ribbons from the wall.

That’s when he tied them to my wrists.

“Wait, stop.” I started, sitting up.

“I can stop altogether.” He purred, lust and power thick in those gray eyes. “Or I can tie you up and lick your cunt until you orgasm and scream out my name into the Hudson River.”

Jesus fuck.

“You choose, sweetheart..”

His cock brushed against my wet flesh and, what the hell was I going to do? Get up and walk out. Say no thanks?

I knew what his mouth felt like. How good he was with it. But to give over control? All of it. To a damn near stranger?

“Can you just...”

Travis straightened, and I reached for him as if we were stranded on a deserted island and he had all the water. Like my life depended on it.

“Wait.”

“Give me your consent, and you get my tongue.” Then he swiped his fingers through my folds as he stroked his cock. “Look at it weeping, desperate to be in your tight channel.”

Travis lifted his finger to his mouth and looked me straight in the eye as he sucked it.

“Fine. Yes. Tie me up.” I folded pathetically.

But, my god, it was worth it.

The moment the silk was wrapped around my wrist, and his large hands palmed my inner thighs, I was spread open like a buffet and powerless.

Vulnerable.

His to do what he wanted with.

And, my god, he did. Lick by lick, plunging his fingers inside me, delaying my orgasm not once, but three times, until it was painful coming.