I laugh and walk down to my room. I shower, shave, primp and fix myself until I feel brand new. I pack some clothes, wondering if men really do like black? With a grin, I pull out my phone.

Do men love black?

That depends, if you are dressed as a nun...no.

I am laughing. What about black lace?

Stop it, I am in a meeting right now.

And texting? Shame on you.

I know, bad boss.

So, black lace and thongs?

I just got hard.

That is a yes then?

That is a hell fucking yes.

Maybe I will give you strip dance.

I think I just came...

Lol. Later gorgeous.

Later baby x

CHAPTER 8.

Travis's house is...wow. It is massive. It has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a massive kitchen and two living areas. It is ultra-modern with top notch fittings. It is very manly, and it's clear there hasn't been a woman in this home. His couch is black leather, his furniture all top notch black and silver. His kitchen is black marble, and his bathroom tiles are also black. The man likes black.

"Wow Trav, nice place."

He ushers me in further, his hand is on my lower back.

"Thanks."

"I love all the black."

He laughs. "Rockstar baby, it goes with the image."

"Do you live alone?"

"I have a house keeper, but yes, I live alone."

"So you have four rooms for what?"

"Guests."

"Ahhh, can I see them?"

"All but one."

"Why?"

"It's...a long story, but it remains locked. It's the only rule, stay away from that room."

Curiosity burns, but I will respect his rule. Dammit.

"Are there dead bodies in there rockstar?"

He laughs. "Nothing sinister, just...business that is my own."

"Ok, hey whatever happened to Bruiser?"

He frowns. "He passed two years ago."

"I loved that dog."

"Me too."

We stand in silence a long moment.

"So, are you hungry?"

I gaze at him. "Starving."

He gives me a wolfish grin. "For food..."

I step forward, gathering all my courage. "For you, Trav."

He stares at me with pure lust and admiration. I can see how much he wants me; I have never seen a man want me so much. He strokes a piece of hair away from my face and grazes his knuckles down my cheeks.

"You do crazy things to me Mischief, crazy things."

I smile up at him. "Right back at you rockstar."

"We are going to eat first; even though I want to take you to my bed right now and fuck you so damned slowly...you need energy and sustenance."

I laugh. "Ok, whatever you say boss."

He grins and walks to the kitchen counter. "Italian?"

"Perfect."

He dials for some pasta and wine; then we sit on the couch waiting. He takes my hand in his, stroking my knuckles with his fingers.

"You know, you have to tell me something new about yourself Mischief, something that has changed in the last four years. I have given you some; it's my turn."

I kiss his fingertips. "You know my family, friends and you know where I work. It doesn't go much further than that."

"What about the lightening? I don't know about that. Or how many men you have dated. Or what collage you went to?"

"Trav, I will tell you about the lightening just not tonight. The rest you just have to ask."

"Alright, I will take your word for it. So, how do you know Reagan?"

I smile. "We met through work; she and I just clicked."

"She really cares about you."

I sigh. "I know, and I am not easy to care about sometimes."

He leans in and grazes his lips over mine. "I beg to differ."

The doorbells rings, and with an exaggerated groan Trav gets up and answers it. We spend the next hour eating and drinking, laughing and joking. When we are cleaned up, a silence falls over the room. He is gazing and me, and I am gazing at him; we both know what we want. Every other time has been this mad rush of lust but this time...we have both been building up to it. I take the first step, and he follows closely behind. Soon, we are moulded together, lips and tongues, arms and legs.

"Where first? I need you Mischief, god, I need to fuck you."

"Anywhere," I pant. "Anywhere."

He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall, not breaking the kiss. He takes me into his room and lays me down on the large black bed. He stands, and I watch him slowly remove his clothes until he is naked. My throat goes dry and tight, my heart hammers. Travis Phoenix is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the face of this earth. He leans over me, removing my top, bra and then my panties. When I lay naked, he gazes at me and makes a grumbling sound in his throat.

"You are so beautiful, so perfect..."

He kisses me slowly, softly and then moves down to nip my shoulders.

"Can I do some things with you Mischief?"

"Like?" I whisper.

"Do you trust me?"

"You know I do."

He stands and pulls his belt off his jeans. I freeze, but when he only secures my hands with it, I manage to relax. He binds my hands above my head and then secures them to the bed. I stare up at him as he pulls out a feather duster looking thing, and begins to slide it over my skin. The soft feathers are silky against my body; I moan in delight. He drags it down between my legs, letting the feathers just stroke over my sex.

"Oh..." I whimper.

When he raises it and brings it down with a light slap on my thigh, I yelp. Pleasure jerks through my body until I am squirming for more.

"She is a good submissive, you are beautiful like this."

I peer up at him through heavy lashes.

"More Trav, please."

He grins and leans over me, drawing a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it has formed a tight peak, then he moves to the other. By the time he reaches my belly button I am moaning and writhing on the bed. He licks around my naval, then slowly drags his tongue down and into my sex. I cry out when he licks deep and long; I want to touch him, but my hands are tied. He brings me to the edge; my body is coiled as tightly as it can go, then he stops.

"Travis!" I cry.

"You are going to come when I say."

I glare at him. "That's unfair."

"Trust me baby, you said you would."

I close my eyes; my body is heated and swollen in the oddest of places. Travis kneels between my legs, edging them apart with his thighs. He grips his cock and strokes it slowly; causing me to squirm and become so damp I am sure I feel my own arousal run down and over my backside. He slowly unwraps a condom and slides it over, making me watch every slow, painful move.

"Travis, please."

"You like that beautiful?"

"You know I do." I mewl.

He leans forward and presses the tip just inside. I squirm and beg; he is enjoying this. Suddenly, he plunges deep and hard inside me. I bellow and thrash in my bindings. He slides out slowly, then plunges in again. I am going to come, I can't stop it. He stops; as if reading my mind. My orgasm slips away and I roar in protest, kicking my legs out.

"Shhh, trust me."

"I hate you Travis!" I cry, desperate.

He laughs huskily, then slides himself back in and out until I am building again. This time it is higher, harder, and I am desperate for my release. He leans down and sucks my nipples until I am nearly blacking out with pleasure. Just as I am about to release again, he pulls out.

"TRAVIS!" I scream.

"Patience, beautiful girl. I promise when you come, it will be out of this world."

He teases my body to the brink again and again until I just can't take it anymore. He is thrusting inside me again, bringing me higher and higher. I can feel myself coming; I can feel it down to my toes.

"Don't come." He grates out, thrusting his hips slowly and deeply.

"I can't...stop...Trav..."

He stares down at me, then suddenly he is thrusting hard and fast. I scream, so loudly it shocks me. I feel my body erupt and tremble beneath Travis; he is groaning and thrusting, his fingers are down gripping my backside and pulling it forward. He tenses and erupts with me, growling into my shoulder as he shudders. He pants my name as my own orgasm rings him dry. When we have both stopped shuddering, he reaches up and undoes my hands. I let them fall limply.

"You are amazing." He whispers, dropping down beside me and pulling me to his chest.

I mumble, unable to speak. It's just too hard. He was right; that was the best release I have ever had.

"Mischief?"