Chapter 105 Five Guys and Me II

Chapter 105 Five Guys and Me II
Chapter 2: Travis’s Command

The next evening, Melanie’s body still remembers Alejandro’s touch. She barely slept, her mind replaying every moment they shared. The chastity belt felt heavier now. She was in a constant state of low-level arousal. 

A firm knock echoed through the penthouse.

Travis entered without waiting for permission. He was tall, with smooth dark brown skin that glowed under the dim lights. He had a pair of striking hazel-green eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a muscular build. His chest and arms were thick, veins visible even when relaxed. He wore a fitted black button-up shirt and dark pants, carrying a black duffel bag that clearly held more than just clothes.

He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked Melanie over like she already belonged to him.

"Stand up," he ordered, voice deep, calm, and authoritative.

Melanie’s breath caught. Something in his tone made her pussy clench hard inside the belt. She rose slowly, wearing only a sheer black robe and the gleaming chastity belt.

Travis stepped closer, towering over her. He tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing eye contact.

"You let Alejandro play with you last night. Tonight, you learn what real control feels like. I’m not here to tease you nicely. I’m here to break you with pleasure until you’re sobbing my name and begging me to be the one who fucks you raw. Understood?"

Melanie swallowed hard, her nipples hardening instantly. "Yes… Sir."

A dark smile curved his lips. "Good girl. Remove the robe."

She let the silk fall to the floor. Travis’s eyes roamed over her naked body, lingering on her full breasts and the steel cage locked between her thighs. He reached out and ran a finger along the top edge of the belt, pressing it firmer against her swollen clit.

"Already this wet. Pathetic little virgin slut, dripping for men she barely knows."

He didn’t wait for a reply. In one smooth motion, he spun her around, pulled her wrists behind her back, and secured them with thick leather cuffs from his bag. He attached a short chain between them to limit her movement. Then he guided her to the bed on her knees, pushing her face down, pulling her ass up in a perfect submissive position.

"Spread your legs wider. Show me that locked pussy."

Melanie obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and excitement. The position pushed the chastity belt tighter against her, the metal plate grinding deliciously on her clit.

Travis knelt behind her and ran his large hands over her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave faint marks. He leaned in and blew cool air across the exposed skin around the belt, making her shiver.

"Such a greedy cunt. Trapped and throbbing." He poured a generous amount of lube onto the belt. The sudden cold made Melanie gasp. Travis used his fingers to spread it everywhere, letting it drip through the small slits and coat her aching folds.

He started slowly, two thick fingers rubbing circles directly over her clit. The pressure was intense, the cooling sensation making every nerve fire. Melanie moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand.

"Please…"

"Already begging?" Travis chuckled darkly. "We’re just getting started."

He edged her for the first twenty minutes with nothing but his fingers. Fast circles, then slow, torturous strokes. Every time her breathing changed and her thighs began to shake, he would stop completely to leave her right on the edge.

"No… no, please don’t stop!" she cried out the first time.

"Quiet. You cum when I say you can cum."

He brought her to the brink four more times using only his fingers, leaving Melanie trembling, sweat covering her skin, her moans turning into desperate whimpers.

Travis unzipped his pants and freed his massive, thick and heavy cock. He pressed the hot shaft against the back of the chastity belt, right between her ass cheeks, and started thrusting slowly, letting her feel every inch sliding against the steel.

"You feel that? That’s what’s going to stretch this virgin pussy open when I win. But not yet. You don’t deserve it until you’re broken."

He reached underneath and rubbed her clit again, faster this time. Melanie’s arms strained against the cuffs, her face pressed into the sheets as she moaned uncontrollably.

"Fuck… Travis… I’m so close… please let me cum!"

He stopped again, making her scream in frustration, hips grinding uselessly against nothing. Tears of desperate need pricked her eyes.

Travis flipped her onto her back, wrists still bound beneath her. He climbed over her, pinning her down with his weight. His cock rested heavily on her lower belly while he sucked her nipples, biting just enough to make her cry out.

"You’re going to beg properly," he growled against her breast. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to cum… please, Sir… I’ll do anything. Please let me cum."

He smiled and slid back down, using his mouth this time to lick and suck every inch of exposed skin around the belt, his tongue pushing into the slits as far as it could reach. At the same time, he pressed a small vibrating bullet over her clit. 

Melanie’s back arched violently. "Oh my god… Travis! Please! I’m begging you!"

He edged her again. And again. Each denial made her louder, more desperate.

"Fuck… I need it so bad… my pussy hurts… please let me cum, Sir! I’ll be your good girl… I’ll choose you… just please!"
Travis finally showed mercy. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting and pressed it firmly while sucking hard on her inner thigh.

"Cum for me. Now."

The orgasm hit her hard. Melanie screamed, her entire body convulsing. Juices squirted out the sides of the belt, soaking his hand and the sheets. 

But Travis didn’t stop after one. He kept the toy pressed against her, forcing a second, even stronger orgasm right after the first. Melanie’s vision blurred with tears of overwhelming pleasure.

When he finally pulled the vibrator away, she was a shaking, sobbing mess.

Travis uncuffed her wrists and pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair almost tenderly while his hard cock throbbed against her thigh.

"You did well," he murmured. "But I can do so much more. I can tie you up for hours, edge you with toys, my tongue, and my cock rubbing all over this belt. I’ll make you thank me for every denial. And when I finally unlock you… I’ll make you forget the other men."

Melanie looked up at him, eyes glassy, body still twitching with aftershocks. The chastity belt was drenched, pressing mercilessly against her oversensitive clit.

"Travis…" she whispered hoarsely.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, claiming her mouth with hunger.

"Think about me when the next man tries to please you. Remember how easily I made you break."

He stayed with her for another thirty minutes, gently massaging her thighs and occasionally pressing the belt to keep her aroused. By the time he left, Melanie was exhausted, and more conflicted than ever.

Alejandro had been passionate and skilled.

Travis was pure dominant control… and dangerously addictive.

She still had three more men to judge, but Travis had just raised the bar. Her body ached with the knowledge that the real test was only beginning.