Work Text:
Taylor sauntered into the living room with a smirk, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the evening. She'd been pushing his buttons all night—first at dinner, where she'd 'accidentally' brushed her foot up his leg under the table while giving him the most innocent doe eyes, then in the car ride home with teasing comments about how 'maybe she wasn't in the mood tonight', how 'he'd have to work harder if he wanted anything from her'. Now, back in their place, she was in full brat mode, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts that barely skimmed her thighs, the hem riding up as she bent over dramatically to grab a glass of water. And socks, white long socks.
"Ugh, I'm bored," she announced, her voice dripping with teathrical exaggeration as she flopped onto the couch, legs sprawled just enough to flash him. "You've been staring at your phone for ten minutes. If you're not going to entertain me, maybe I'll just go read or something." She shot him a challenging look, lips pursed, knowing exactly what she was doing.
Travis looked up slowly, his eyes darkening as they raked over her bare legs. "That so? You've been a mouthy little thing all night, Taylor. Teasing, dodging, acting like you don't need this as bad as I do."
She rolled her eyes, a bratty huff escaping her. "Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm perfectly fine on my own tonight." She stretched languidly, the shirt riding higher, but when he stood up and approached, she scooted back with a giggle. "Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for your bossy shit."
He grabbed her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her up from the couch. "Keep talking like that and see what happens." His voice was promising.
Taylor twisted in his grip, not really trying to escape but making a show of it. "Oh no, big strong Travis is mad," she mocked, her tone saccharine and dripping with sarcasm. She poked his chest with her free hand. "What are you gonna do? Spank me? Tie me up like some helpless doll? Please. I could probably talk my way out of anything you try." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, then nipped at his earlobe teasingly before pulling back with a triumphant grin. "Or maybe I'll just leave you hard and frustrated. That sounds fun."
The challenge hung in the air. Travis's jaw tightened, but there was heat in his gaze. He pushed her closer by the waist, his large hand sliding under the hem of the shirt to grip her bare ass, squeezing hard and making her squeak. "You're really asking for it tonight, aren't you? Acting like a spoiled brat who needs to be reminded who's in charge."
She squirmed against him, pushing at his chest. "Remind me then. If you can catch me." With a playful shove, she darted away, laughing as she headed toward the hallway, the shirt flapping and giving him flashes of her ass and the smooth skin between her thighs. Travis followed. She made it to the bedroom door before he caught her around the waist, lifting her off her feet effortlessly.
"Got you," he growled, carrying her despite her kicking legs and protests. "Keep squirming like that. It's cute."
"Put me down! I'm not done being difficult yet," she complained, but her voice had that breathy edge, her body already warming under his touch. She wriggled more, grinding back against him as he carried her down the hall toward the guest room they'd turned into their play space. Travis kicked the door open and set her down inside, but kept a firm hold on her hips. The room smelled faintly of clean linen. "On the bed, brat. Now."
Taylor crossed her arms, tilting her chin up even as her nipples visibly hardened under the thin shirt fabric. "Make me." She backed toward the bed but didn't climb on, instead turning and bending over the edge teasingly, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Or are you too slow tonight?"
He was on her in seconds, pressing his body against her back and yanking the shirt up over her head in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked. His hand came down in a sharp smack on her ass, the sting making her yelp and jolt forward. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble," he said, voice rough. "But fuck, you look good like this."
She gasped at the smack, but pushed her ass back against him anyway, bratty to the core. "Is that all you've got? I've had worse from a bad rehearsal day." Her words were defiant, but her breathing was already quickening as he spun her around and grabbed her, taking her to the center of the room.
Travis loomed over her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand while his other roamed down her body. "You're soaked already, aren't you? Talking all that shit but your body's betraying you."
Travis took her right wrist, inspecting it carefully, turning it around and looking at it. Taylor frowned, but didn't receive an explanation for his actions. He yanked her arm upwards, adjusting a small, uncomfortable leather cuff to her wrists, and connected it to a long, metallic pole that sat horizontally above her head. She looked up and gasped as the cuff clicked in place. Her first arm was tied.
"I need you to listen to me very carefully, Taylor." He said, looking straight at her strained arm. "You either do what I say, or this is not gonna feel nice. Got it?"
She just nodded and gulped, a lump forming in her throat as she swallowed the saliva.
"Such a good puppy." He praised, making warmth spread through her entire body.
He took her other arm between his hands, and after giving her a warning, dark look, he cuffed it in place. Taylor couldn't help but stand on her tippy toes, unstable on her own weight.
Travis circled her, looking up and down, admiring her form and how her thighs stretched on her long legs. He pushed his hands forward once he stood behind her, trying to sink his fingers into her hips, but she surged forward, her arms and legs stretched as she whined. She looked back at him in fear, but a chunk of blonde hair obstructed her view. Travis smirked, looking at his helpless girlfriend, and took another step forward. She squealed as his hands tried and reached for her a second time.
He shook his head before he could touch her. "What did I say to you?" He asked.
She stayed quiet, looking back at him still, trying to figure out his expressions through blonde hair.
A hard slap made impact with her ass. "Answer me."
She yelped, surging forward. "T-to listen, to listen to y-you." Her voice trembled.
"And what are you doing?" He asked her.
"Disobeying."
He narrowed his green eyes at her and exhaled in disappointment. He knew how much Taylor dreaded it, being a bad girl. She hated not being praised for every little thing she did. So when he'd call her disrespectful or disobedient, she would be harsh on herself, try and push to be better. Travis used the dynamic against her.
"I can't even touch you," he murmured, the sadness and disappointment clear in his tone. "You disgust me."
"T-Travis, I'm so so sorry—"
A slap came on her thigh this time, making her flinch and close her eyes from the sting.
"You need to shut that mouth." He growled, standing in front of her. He stood at eye level, looking so deep in her eyes she almost felt scared. "You shut that hole or else, you hear me?"
A tear made its way down her cheek.
"I said," his tone got warning. "Do you fucking hear me?"
She nodded, the tear flying out of her eyes from the sharp movement.
He walked over to a table, wooden. When he turned, a mouth gag was in his hand.
"Open that mouth," he commanded.
She did as told, and watched as he pushed it into place in her mouth. It felt like plastic, it felt hard and uncomfortable and too big for her mouth. But she took it, and tried to keep a straight face.
He pouted, mocking. "You look so good like this, like you were made for this."
She beamed at the praise, smiling at him through the black gag in between her lips. But then came the opposite,
"You look like a whore."
Before she could react or do anything to protest, a flash blinded her for a fraction of a second. One moment later, when she finally opened her eyes again, Travis was shaking the polaroid picture in the air, looking proud.
"I wonder if your fans would like this picture, hhm? Should we show it to them?" He asked in mock sympathy.
She shook her head desperately, her eyes blown wide.
"Why not? You don't want everyone to see you in your true form? To see the slut you are?" He looked at her, then, exhaled. "What a shame."
Travis put the polaroid and the camera down on the table, before turning and looking up and down at her. He looked so wide, so big and powerful and she felt helpless under his gaze. She stared at him, doe eyed and weak, as she held herself up on half her toes, her upper arts held tight to the ceiling, tired.
"I know what you like, Taylor." He confessed, a wicked glint in both his eyes. She had no idea what he was referring to. Did he discover something? Did he know something she didn't?
"You think I don't pay attention, do you? You think I'm so stupid I can't read your body." He stepped closer, oh so slowly. "But I am gonna use it against you, everything you enjoy will be used against you."
Her eyes widened instantly, the pupils dilating as heat flooded her cheeks. She glared at him, a sharp protest straining against the gag. A muffled 'Mmph!' That sounded very unconvincing. The sudden vulnerability left her heart hammering against her torso.
Travis' gaze dropped to her bare chest, his fingers twitching in anticipation.
"Shall we see how long you last, mmh?" He teased, stepping into her space.
The anticipation felt agonizing, terrifying. She watched his hands hover just inches away from her sides, and she immediately understood. Her breath hitched, quick, and her body tensed against the cuffs as she tried to squirm away from the inevitable.
"You know what I mean? Your smart brain caught up?" He mocked.
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes. She nodded.
"You're so, so smart, aren't ya? I knew that brain of yours would be needed eventually." He paused, looking at her wide eyes and the helpless flush on her neck, and let out a soft, theatrical sigh. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, his voice dripping with exaggerated mock sympathy. He gently patted her cheek twice. "You look absolutely terrified. You're not nervous, are you? It breaks my heart seeing you like this, completely helpless and unable to run away. Truly, it does."
She attempted to roll her eyes, a furious scoff vibrating against the gag, though the tepid beating of her pulse against her collarbone gave her away.
"Don't worry," Travis whispered, his mocking expression morphing into a predatory smile. "Ill be gentle."
When his fingertips finally made contact with the sensitive skin against hee ribs, the reaction came naturally. Being denied the ability to laugh out loud, her laughter transformed into a series of breathless, muffled sounds. Her shoulders shook as she arched her back, unconsciously giving herself to him, against her will. She twisted against the restraints to escape his fingers.
"Is that too much?" Travis asked, stopping for a moment to look at her with wide, fake innocent eyes. "Do you want me to stop? Oh wait—you can't tell me."
Before she could even catch her breath from the break, Travis began his slow descent. His hands dragged lower, his thumb and index fingers traced the sensitive and stretched, pale dip of her waist and dogged lightly into her flash. She arched wildly, her heels lifting from the floor even more as she tried to pull her midsection away from his touch, her muffled squeaks growing more franti, begging. He followed her movement, dropping to his knees in front of her to continue the torment down her hips and thighs. She was, and felt, completely trapped, forced to stand and take everything as his fingers traced behind her knees, and her legs shook violently.
Finally, his hands reached her feet, anchored firmly to the ground. Travis smirked up at her, and she felt his hands sneak down and spread across the arches and over her sensitive soles. The shock of the contact made her toes curl. She tried, and failed, to blink the tears of helpless laughter away that gathered a the corners of her eyes. She looked down at him with frustration, but as his fingers began doing a fast, scratching movement across her heels and sole, her composure shattered, and she thre her head back in defeat, wiggling as she tried to escape his hands.
His right hand reached for her thigh, stimulating now both her heel and inner flesh, near her aching pussy. He pressed feather light touches to her thigh, and she shook, spasming.
He suddenly stopped, and she breathed out loudly. She felt spent and moved unconsciously against the cuffs. He stood up before her, and grabbed her face in his big hand, squeezing her cheeks.
"You're tired, doll face?" He asked, and she nodded, eyes closing. "Too bad."
He kissed her, forced her to, plunging his tongue in her mouth until she couldn't do anything but reciprocate the kiss. One hand of his snuck around her body and reached for her red ass, grabbing a handful as the other hand teased her nipple, twisting and toying with them already hard nub. Taylor was delirious in his mouth, humming and moaning as they pressed close to one another.
As his lips made their way apart from hers, she heard him reaching for his pocked. A pair of clamps was held by His index finger, and he made the, sway in the air by their metal chain. Her eyes showed fear as she tried to scramble backward, but he caught her hip and held her in place.
She shook her head furiously, hyperventilating. She begged with her eyes, begged him not to take this any further or hurt her. He ignored her, pinching her nipple to made sure it was hard before attaching the first clamp. She screamed into the gag, a string of saliva falling from her lips to her chest. He wiped it with his thumb and resumed. He attached the second clamp before she could catch up. A tear streamed down her face, but it wasn't finished.
He grabbed a rope, and pushed it between her legs, through her heat and wetness. She continued shaking her head and clutching at the cuffs, trying to squirm away, but one pull at the chain on her chest connecting the two clamps made her behave with a muffled scream. He pulled the rope tight and tied it to the same pole the cuffs were at.
"Stay still." He said, but she couldn't. She was practically shaking by now, and every movement made the rope rub against her wet and swollen clit, making her moan in pain. She wanted to call for him, for the sweet Travis, but she couldn't find her voice, plus, the gag wouldn't have made her words clear.
He gripped her hips and forced her down, making her arms stretch and her pussy tighter against the rope. She forced her movement, making her grind forward, rubbing her clit down. She was moaning helplessly. Head thrown back as she surrendered to the pleasure.
"You want more?" He asked in her ear, biting down on her lobe until she nodded. He kissed down her throat then, one hand sneaking to caress her ribs, so softly, in contrast to what he was doing to her. "You want to cum? You want me to make you cum?"
She was now nodding again, more convincing, as she bit her lower lip. He took her hips and yanked her up until he could untie the rope and remove it from her cunt. She whined against the gag in protest, and he shushed her kiss a rough peck. She stared at him while he tied the rope on one of her legs, first on her thigh, circling it, then he knotted it and winked. He used the remains of that same rope's length to tie her knee bent. One leg of hers was now in the air, disconnected from the ground. He brought out a leather rope then, and tied her leg to the pole, leaving her hanging with just one foot touching the ground.
His hand started from her breast, giving the clamp a tug before his fingers made their way in between her legs, and he'd never felt her this wet before. Liquid collected at her pussy hole, and he dipped one finger in, not resisting. She moaned out, body shaking against the restrains.
"Shhh," he cooed, caressing her face with one hand.
Travis knelt between her forced apart thighs, his big hand already cupping her exposed pussy. His thick fingers teased her slick, puffy folds, parting the drenched lips slowly at first, spreading her open to the cool air. Her clit peeked out, swollen and throbbing, as two of his fingers traced her dripping slit before pushing inside her with a rough thrust. Taylor's eyes widened, a choked cry vibrating against the gag as her tight walls stretched around the intrusion. The burn was immediate and her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, the rough stretch being almost too much, too fast.
"Fuck, feel how sloppy your cunt is already," Travis said. "Soaking my hand like a desperate whore. That's it, baby grip me tighter. You love being stuffed full, don't you?" He curled his fingers deep inside her, rubbing roughly against her inner walls, pumping in and out with force. The wet, squirmy sounds of her pussy echoed obscenely as he worked her open wider, adding a third finger on the next thrust. The stretch stung sharply, her sensitive flesh burning as it surrendered to him, juices coating his knuckles and dripping down toward her ass.
She squirmed, the ropes making noise, but there was nowhere to go. His free hand drifted up her side, fingertips brushing feather light across her ribs. Taylor jerked violently, muffled laughter spilling around the gag at the ticklish sensation. Her body twisted, yanking hard on the nipple clamps and sending sharp pain shooting through her tits. The movement only drove his fingers deeper into her cunt, the rough pads dragging along her walls and making her clench painfully tight around them.
"Such a good girl taking all this," he murmured, eyes fixed on where his hand disappeared between her legs. "Look at your poor pussy stretching around my fingers. So pink and swollen, dripping everywhere. You can't hide how much you need to be used like this, hhm? Tied down, legs forced apart, cunt on full display." His fingers thrust harder, faster, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with each plunge. The discomfort built as he scissored them apart inside her, stretching her hole wider, the burn making her whimper continuously.
His other hand kept up the torment, light touches along her waist, under her bound arms, then down to the hypersensitive skin of her inner thighs. Each touch made her thrash and giggle helplessly into the gag, tears leaking from the corners of her blue, beautiful eyes. The involuntary spasms made her pussy flutter and squeeze around his large fingers, amplifying every rough thrust. The tickling never let up; he traced patterns across her belly, making her abs contract and her hips buck, which only tugged the nipple clamps harder and forced her dripping cunt further onto his hand.
"Listen to that sloppy mess," Travis said, his tone affectionate even as the humiliation registered in her head. "Your cunt is gushing like it's grateful to be finger fucked so roughly. All tied up and exposed, you can't even close your legs or cover that needy hole. Just have to lie here and let me play with it." He pushed a fourth finger against her entrance, forcing it in alongside the others with steady pressure. The intense stretch made her sob around the gag, her pussy burning as it struggled to accommodate him. The discomfort was painful, her walls throbbing and clenching in protest even as fresh wetness dripped from it.
He pumped all four fingers deep, curling them to rub harshly against her g-spot while his thumb pressed and circled her swollen clit. The roughness had her whole lower body aching, how her folds were pulled and stretched around his thick knuckles, the constant slap of his palm against her wet pussy. "You're doing so fucking well, baby. Taking my hand like a perfect little fucktoy. Your pussy looks so obscene right now, all stretched and shiny with your own juices running down your ass."
The light touches returned relentlessly. His free hand danced across the sole of her free foot, making her arch and kick uselessly. Discomfort flared everywhere: the biting pinch on her nipples, the burning stretch deep in her pussy, the overwhelming sensitivity that left her shaking. Yet the pleasure coiled tighter, her walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion of his hand.
Travis leaned closer, his breath hot on her teary face. "Can't believe how wet and sloppy you are. Humiliating, isn't it? Spread open, gagged, clamped, and your cunt just keeps creaming all over my fingers no matter how rough I get. You're such a good girl for me though, my perfect, dripping mess." He thrust harder, the four fingers plunging in and out with filthy, wet sounds, stretching her hole to its limit. Her pussy lips were puffy and red from the abuse, clinging to his knuckles on every withdrawal before being pushed wide again.
His tickling hand skimmed up her sides again, fluttering under her arms and along her ribs in unpredictable ways. Taylor convulsed in the ropes, laughing and crying into the gag. Each spasm made her pussy grip him painfully tight.
"That's my girl. Let it all out. I love feeling you squeeze around me when you can't control yourself. Your poor little pussy is so full it's pathetic."
He tugged lightly on the nipple chain with his teeth while his fingers drove deeper, the added pain making her sob louder. The discomfort in her cunt was constant now, the raw, stretched ache, the way her sensitive walls were rubbed relentlessly. His thumb worked her clit harder, flicking and pressing until she was right on the edge, her cries growing.
"Gonna come for me like this?" he praised, voice warm. "All tied up and humiliated, your sloppy cunt stretched around my hand? Come on, baby. Show me how much you love being my helpless toy." The tickling intensified then, light scratches along her belly and thighs.
The orgasm hit her hard. Taylor screamed around the gag, her entire body seizing as her cunt clenched violently around his thick fingers. The contractions were powerful and painful, her stretched walls pulsing and gushing fresh slickness down his wrist. He kept thrusting through it, rough and deep, drawing out every aftershock while his free hand continued the torment across her skin, making her twitch and laugh through the overwhelming release.
Even as she came down, panting and trembling, Travis didn't pull out. His fingers stayed buried in her oversensitive pussy, thick enough to keep her stretched and full. "Good girl. Such a beautiful, good fucking girl. Look at the mess your cunt made, dripping everywhere, all used." He brushed his thumb over her clit again, drawing a whimper.
"Alright, baby," he murmured, gently easing his fingers from her abused hole. A thick string of her wetness connected coming out, following his fingers. "You took everything so well. Time to come back to me."
He reached up first and unbuckled the gag, carefully pulling the ball from her mouth. Taylor gasped, working her sore jaw as drool trailed down her chin. "Travis..." she whimpered.
"Shh, I've got you." He kissed her softly, then moved to the nipple clamps. "This might sting, princess." He released one, then the other. She cried out as blood rushed back into the tortured peaks, the sharp pain making fresh tears spill. He soothed them immediately with gentle licks and sucks, murmuring praise. "Such pretty tits. You took so much for me. My strong, beautiful girl."
Next came the ropes. He untied her wrists first, rubbing the reddened skin with care, kissing the marks left behind. Then the ankle. As soon as she was free, he gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest. Taylor curled into him, limbs shaky and weak, her pussy still aching and leaking onto her thighs.
"You were such a brat tonight," he teased gently, one hand stroking her back while the other cupped her sore pussy possessively. His fingers didn't push inside this time, just rested there. "Teasing me, talking back, making me chase you. But you loved every second of being put in your place, didn't you huh?"
She hid her face in his neck, "Shut up," she mumbled, but there was no denying.
He chuckled and let his fingers trace along her side, not enough to torture now but enough to make her twitch softly against him. "Still so sensitive. My perfect mess." He shifted her carefully onto her back again, spreading her legs just enough to see the aftermath. Her pussy looked thoroughly fucked, lips swollen and dark, her entrance puffy and glistening, a slow trickle of her cream still seeping out. He grabbed a warm cloth from the side table and cleaned her gently, the soft pressure making her hiss.
"Easy, baby. I know it hurts. You took four fingers so deep and rough for so long. This poor pussy is going to be sore tomorrow." His tone was full of praise and affection, while the words still carried that humiliating edge that made her squirm. "All red and open like you've been properly ruined. My bratty girl turned into the perfect fucktoy."
Taylor moaned softly at the words, even as she reached for him. "Travis... please."
He set the cloth aside and pulled her back into his lap, wrapping strong arms around her. "You were incredible. Taking all that, I love you like this."
She relaxed fully against him, intimate and safe. Her hand drifted down to rest over his, pressing his palm firmer against her sore pussy.