He throws the foul tasting sweet back in the box. Switching the TV off, he grabs the robe off the bed, as whoever is at the other side of the door bangs loudly again.
He opens the door and Rebecca, soaking wet from the rain, eyes red raw and puffy, throws herself sobbing into his arms.
He pulls her into the room, removing the sodden clothes. Taking the robe off his back, he wraps her naked shivering body gently in the fluffy white robe and guides her to the sofa.
He just holds her in his arms as she sobs uncontrollably, unable to understand what has happened since he left her with instructions that the chopper would bring her back when she was ready. She was smiling and happy at the helipad.
After a short while as her crying begins to die down, she begins to relax in his arms. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, so he can look into her tear glazed eyes.
“Talk to me, what has happened Rebecca? Tell me, so I can help you.”
“It’s Charles. He, he..” She is unable to finish, as the sobs break through her words.
Travis takes her in his arms and holds her tightly, gently kissing her head as she cries convulsively into his bare chest.
She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself, wiping away the tears she pulls away from him.
“When I got to the hospital, I struggled to find someone to understand me, and was having difficulties getting them to let me see Charles. The nurse just kept saying his wife is already with him. I didn’t understand, and they wouldn’t take me too him, so I decided to sneak away from the nurse and go find him myself.”
She gets up off the sofa and picks up the bottle of brandy he has been drinking from the bedside table. He is about to raise his concern about her drinking, but thinks better of it and lets her continue with her story.
“I looked around all the wards, walking in on some very embarrassing situations.” She flushes at the recollection of catching sight of the old Indian man bent over exposing all for Rebecca to see.
“So I started to peek behind the curtains before just entering. I heard a woman say Charles' name, so I followed the voice and peeked behind the curtain.” Rebecca takes a massive gulp from the brandy bottle.
“I saw Charles…” She takes another large swig; Travis takes the bottle from her. She looks up at him challengingly, but he just takes a drink from the bottle himself, challenging her back.
“I saw Charles and he was kissing another woman. I couldn’t see her as her back was towards me, but I recognised the voice, from my many phone conversations with her. It was Mridula.”
She recounts the conversation she had heard between her husband and the woman, explaining how Charles had confessed to Mridula that when he had been holding onto the drowning woman and her fingers had slipped from his, he had thought of all the times he had been forced to say good bye to Mridula. How he loved her so much and didn’t want to have to let her go anymore. How when Charles had thought he was about to die, Mridula was his only thought.
“All this time! All this time I have been torturing myself and feeling guilty for what we have done together. At the same time he is over here “saving people” and fucking that woman.” Rebecca's anger is bubbling closer to the surface with each word.
Travis takes another swig on the bottle before holding it out to Rebecca. “An Ideal Woman,” he says, as she takes the bottle from his hand.
“What?” she questions.
“Mriduala, that’s what the name means. I was looking around the market today for a gift, and I came across a little shop selling items with names and their meanings. Mridula means tenderness and gentleness, and ideal woman.”
“Thanks, that really helps!” She takes another large gulp of the bottle. “I should have known better than to come to you for support.”
“Hey stop right there. Okay so perhaps that last comment wasn’t very sensitive of me, but who damned well paid for you to come over here? I missed a hugely important meeting to come with you.”
“If you are so bothered about the money, I will pay you back. I didn’t ask you to fly with me over here, or for you to be some kind of knight in shining armour, coming to my rescue.” She gets up and starts pacing the room.
“In fact ever since you came into my life the night of the fundraiser, things have been getting more and more complicated. Bloody god dam Heracles!”
“Ok you’ve lost me there,” he says, looking up at her in confusion.
“The bloody god damn horse, if Lady Ellington’s bloody horse hadn’t thrown her that day, you would have never come into my life and none of this mess would have happened. It’s your fault Charles was hurt in the flood. If he hadn’t gotten hurt I would never have witnessed what I did in that hospital!” Rebecca’s eyes are dark with anger as she fires the blame at Travis.
“Rebecca as powerful as I may be, I do not have the power to cause a state to flood, so you can’t blame me for what happened to your husband.”
“Charles wouldn’t even be in India now if you hadn’t paid for him to be out of the way.” Rebecca’s tone is venomous.
He stands up, so he is now eye level with Rebecca. He had been calm up until this point, even finding a certain amount of amusement about the irony of the whole situation, but Travis would not be blamed for a situation that is not his fault. He forcibly grabs the bottle from Rebecca’s hand and slams it down on the table, before stepping towards her.
“Now listen here, you ungrateful little bitch, before you go pointing the finger at me, you might want to take a look at yourself. You are hardly an innocent in all of this. I didn’t hear you complaining when I fucked you in your marital bed.”
Rebecca aggressively slaps Travis round the face. Her hand stings from the impact. He instantaneously strikes her back. She stands shocked for a second, holding her cheek, as she looks deep into his dark eyes.
Roughly she grabs him and kisses him passionately. She doesn’t feel guilt; she is too consumed with a fire of malevolent feelings. She has to expel the feelings somehow and right now, she wants to release all those feelings towards Travis. She bites into his lip, tasting his blood on her tongue, her hands claw at his shoulders, as their kiss deepens.
He pulls the string of the dressing gown and tears it open, so his hands can vigorously grope at her breasts. She gasps as his fingers twist and pull her hardening nipples.
She withdraws from the kiss, looking at him with a feral look in her eyes; she pushes him fiercely so he falls backwards on to the sofa and launches herself on him. She straddles his body, before kissing him vehemently, forcing her tongue against his in a battle for control.
She clutches Travis by his hair, yanking his head and thrusts her breast in his face. His unshaven skin scratches across her contrasting soft delicateness. His tongue sweeps around her areola before he takes her nipple between his lips. She moans loudly, as the feelings created from his tongue causes her sex to liquefy. He continues his assault moving from one breast to the other, as she grinds her naked snatch against his hardening manhood, the thin material of his boxers soaking up her juices, as she massages her now swollen bud against his straining organ.
Travis slides the dressing gown from Rebecca’s shoulders, sending it falling to the floor. She pulls at his waist band, pulling his boxers from his body. The contact of her wet pussy against his is hard dick, sends him further into his dark lustful state.
Showing his strength he picks her up, causing her to cling to his muscular shoulders and wrap her long slender legs around his waist. He carries her across the room, forcing her roughly against the wall. He pins her, her back pressed against to the expensive wallpaper.
Grabbing her face in an action Rebecca has come to recognise, his eyes burn into hers. Her heart is beating uncontrollably. She knows what he wants, her submission. She isn’t going to give it to him, not today. As if he could read her thoughts and with a devilish smile on his lips he growls his words at her.
“Oh, you will submit to me, you little fucking slut.”
She grabs a fist full of his hair and twists it in her hands, pulling it at his roots, causing him to cry out in pain. “You think so do you?” she replies tigerishly.
He laughs at her, making her blood boil further. “I hope you’ve got a good grip, Rebecca, because you’re going to need it.”
With that he firmly grabs her naked buttocks, and with what seems like inhuman strength lifts her so her legs are lifted over his shoulders. She screams as she sits precariously over his shoulders. Flailing her arms around trying to balance herself, finding the ceiling just a little too high to reach. She hangs onto his head for dear life with one arm, leaning her shoulders back against the wall, she tries to grip the wall with her other hand.
“Travis! Get me down!” She screams at the top of her lungs.
“Careful Rebecca, you move about too much and I might drop you.” There is a distinct air of amusement in his voice.
“You fucking bastard, I’m gonna…”
“What are you going to do, Rebecca? What are you going to do to me?”
Without another word and taking her completely by surprise, he buries his face into her mound. His tongue slides effortlessly between her moistened lips. She feels the now familiar sensation of his muscular organ colliding with her dripping folds. He laps up the juices that have already started to escape from her. Growling as he sucks in her sweet and musky taste, the vibrations ripple across her body making her moan in pleasure.
Skilfully he works his tongue, the tip finding its way to her inflated bud. She grasps onto his head, her sharp nails clawing for grip in his scalp, as her body shakes. Her body is close to exploding when he pushes his tongue deep into her smooth warm cavern. Her lustful cries fill the room, as her pussy walls tighten around the intrusion, pulling him deeper. He tries to retract his head, but it is her turn to growl, as she secures her hold on his head.
“No you fucking don’t, not this time, you little cunt!” She rams his head back into her pussy, rocking her hips as much as she can in this unstable position, fucking his tongue.
She had been unsuccessful in the battle to prevent herself from coming during his last assault on her body. She needed to come to feel that incredible pleasure. So this time she had changed tack. If his game is to try and bring her to the edge and stop before she comes, then she would make sure he wasn’t successful and would make damn sure she came.
Travis struggles against her grip on his head. Losing his balance she tumbles from his shoulders and with a thud she lands hard. The dense luxury carpet offering little cushioning from the impact. He turns and grabs a handful of her wet hair, dragging her naked body across the floor towards him, her legs burning from the friction of the carpet.
There is a new darker demonic glint in his eyes that she hasn’t seen before. He pulls her head towards his rock hard member, forcing it against her closed lips.
“Open!” he growls. She defiantly locks her lips tight together, not allowing him access to her mouth.
He slaps her hard around the face using the back of his hand, the pain causing her to cry out, sending jolts of hot pleasurable sensations around her body. Before she has chance to close her mouth he forces his engorged manhood deep into her protesting orifice. She chokes and her eyes water as he pushes it deep past her uvula causing her gag reflex to engage.
He shows no mercy as he pushes himself deeper, until he reaches the back of Rebecca’s throat. Holding her there with his barbaric grip, she splutters and chokes at the intrusion. Her mind quickly refocuses.
Ok you fucking piece of shit, if I can’t make myself come, then I am sure as hell going to make you shoot your fucking load down my throat, she thinks as she encloses her mouth around his shaft and sucks him, as he slides himself harshly about her mouth.
Her hands palm his shaven balls as she participates in his fucking of her throat. His groans of pleasure increase as the pace in which he drives his dick into her mouth quickens. Travis tries to withdraw from her mouth; she brings her hands around the back of him, sinking her nails into his firm buttocks, causing him to flinch in pain.
Clamping her mouth shut, her teeth grazing his shaft, applying just enough pressure to cause him to freeze. With him safely immobilized with her teeth, she removes one of her hands from his buttocks, and wipes the glob of her saliva that has dripped from her mouth and is resting on her chin, rubbing it into her finger.
Looking up at Travis, her eyes locked onto his with an evil stare. She takes her finger and slides it between his buttocks, causing him to involuntary push his hips forward. He cries out in pain, as her teeth cut across his shaft. She sheaths her teeth, and sucks him deep into her mouth.
Her finger ruthlessly pushes past his tight sphincter, her saliva offering little lubrication. She slowly sinks her finger deeper into his anal passage, his walls clenching tight around her finger. Slowly she begins to push her finger back and forth against his resistance, increasing the oral assault on his cock. Her other hand comes beneath his sack and gently begins massaging his perineum, causing his grip around her inserted finger to relax.
Her eyes still locked onto the distorted face of Travis, as she delivers the pleasure to his body. Her fingers locate his prostate and she gently begins to massage it, matching the steady pace of her mouth. She moans around his shaft sending vibrations through his body. It’s more than he can take, as his body tightens and he thrusts his spurting head deep into Rebecca’s throat.
When his twitching member has released it’s come down her throat, she allows herself to feel victorious. She removes her finger and lets his slightly softened cock slide from her mouth.
If she had thought, however, that the battle is over, she has seriously underestimated Travis. He wraps his strong fingers around her delicate neck, pressing her wind pipe just enough for her to struggle to breathe unimpeded. He hauls her to her feet causing her already battered throat to gurgle its noises of discomfort.
Flinging her body face down so she is bent over the table, her bosom pressed hard against its wooden surface. Her mind is transported back to her first sexual encounter with Travis, when she had spied him using the blonde’s body for his pleasure. In her mind she replayed the scene, watching as his hand struck the blondes porcelain buttocks.
She feels the sharp sting against her own skin, as reality matches her memory. The searing pain causes her to howl.
He continues his hard blows against her reddening cheeks, as he spits out his bestial words.
“You think that’s enough to beat me?” she says as he lands another stinging blow.
“It only means I can fuck you harder and longer!” He slaps her cheeks particularly hard, her skin turning a dark shade of red under his palm. He kicks her legs wider; leaning over her body he pulls her hair so her back arches, lifting her body off the table. He brings her ear close to his lips. “And as you seem to be a fan of anal play Rebecca…” He leaves the sentence hanging. His words striking fear into her heart and an intense tingling that shakes the walls of her pussy.
Fuck! What was I thinking? Her mind panics.
She had always harboured secret fantasies of anal play, and had sometimes even probed her own finger into her tight hole whilst pleasuring herself, but she is an anal virgin and the prospect of Travis fucking her arse terrifies her.
He grips her hair tighter, his voice barely a whispers, his words cutting to the depths of her soul. “I take it from that reaction that no one has ever had that pleasure. Good, I will enjoy making you my anal slut. Now listen carefully.” He emphasizes the last statement by pressing his hardening cock into her cheeks, sliding his head across her tight puckered hole, spreading his already pre-cum covered helmet over its surface.
“You are going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. If you are good, I will go easy on you to start with. Understand?” He licks her neck tasting her perspiration as he waits for her to answer. When she doesn’t answer straight away, he grabs her roughly around the throat.
“I said, do you understand?” he snarls, and tightens his grip of her throat.
“Yes!” She cries in a defeated, yet highly excited whimper.
“Good girl. Now spread those cheeks. I want to see your tight slutty ass swallowing up its first ever cock.”
She quickly brings her arms behind her back so she can grasp her cheeks and pulls them wide, fully exposing her most intimate parts to the beast that stands behind her. She yelps out of surprise as he spits. His glob of cold saliva landing on her quivering puckered star. Her body tightens in the expectation of him about to drive his cock into her tight hole, but to her surprise he slides himself into her cunt.
“Oh fuck!” The words are out of her mouth without her control.