The Last Love Song (A BWWM BDSM Romance) (14 page)

But once I was there, I could feel the bravery draining out of me.
What the hell am I doing, am I crazy?!

I stood outside his door, glued in place.
I can't do this. I can't! I shouldn't!
But oh, how I wanted to. I wanted him so badly that my whole body vibrated with need at the mere thought of him even just kissing me again. Touching me again. Even just for a moment.

I yelped as the door swung open, and there he was, shirtless, his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. The man was sculpted out of stone. His chest was decorated with tattoos and one old but nasty-looking scar on his side, but none of it could cover up the lines of those thick muscles. I stared - and I stared - and I swallowed once, hard.

"What did I say?" he asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

My mind was made up. Very deliberately, staring him straight in the eyes, I lifted one fist and knocked on the door.

“I have one, too,” I said softly when he closed the door behind me.

“One what?”

I reached out and traced his scar, gently, with just my fingertips. “Right here,” I said, lifting my shirt and pointing out my own. It was barely visible anymore, and I’d gone through a lot of trouble to make it that way. It still took a lot of makeup to cover up for photo shoots and the like, though.

He traced it with his fingers as I’d done with his. “How?” he asked.

“You really don’t know? The papers still bring it up all the time.”

“I don’t read the tabloids.”

I hadn’t meant to start this off with a conversation about my ex or my past. I hated talking about it. But suddenly, for some reason, I wanted Vaughn to know. “Years ago when I broke up with my ex - Camden, you met him - he was… not happy about my decision.”

Vaughn tensed. “He did this?”

“In a way. We were still working in the same circles so he was giving me a lift to the recording studio. It turned into a shouting match, and it ended with him deliberately crashing the car.”

Vaughn exhaled slowly, cursing under his breath.

“So. Yeah. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him ever since. He seems more stable now but I know that’s only on the surface. I just
know.
” I blew out a breath. “What about yours?” I asked, touching his side again.

He drew me closer. “Karmic retribution,” he said. When I blinked in confusion, he said, “I was deployed not to long ago. Veteran, remember?” I didn’t remember. Lexi must have told me and it went in one ear and out the other. But I nodded. His grip on my waist tightened so suddenly that I gasped. “Did you come down here to compare battle scars, or did you have something else in mind?”

“Nothing in particular,” I said, playing coy. He nibbled on my ear.

“That’s good,” he said, “Because I’ve got lots of things in mind. More things than we’ll have time for.”

I shivered. “Like what?”

He kissed me instead of answering. It was slow, and tender, like he had all the time in the world. Warmth washed over me as his tongue rubbed against mine. I whined when he broke away and stepped back.

"Take off your clothes." If there's a sentence that causes more instant arousal than that, I don't know it. Especially uttered in his gruff and husky voice. I pulled my jeans down first, tugging them below my ass slowly before kicking them away. Then came my soft t-shirt shirt, all dropped at my feet. Goosebumps rose along my arms, and my nipples hardened beneath my bra.
What is he going to do with me now?

He stepped around and stood in front of me. His eyes were dark with heat and lust as he looked me up and down. "Underwear, too."

I felt so exposed already, but I wanted to please him. So I did. With trembling hands, I unclasped my bra. The material teased my sensitive nipples as it fell away. Then finally my panties, now damp with the evidence of what he was doing to me.

"Perfect." He walked a circle around me. "Beautiful. Go lie on the bed, on your back."

“What are you going to do?” I asked, suspicious. After all that talk about tying me up, was it going to happen?

“Just trust me.”

I did. I trusted him. I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I walked over to the bed. My mind whirled with possibilities as I stretched out as he instructed - on my back, facing the ceiling.

“Do you know what a safeword is, honey?” he asked. Gently, he took one of my ankles in his hand and massaged it.

“I do,” I said hesitantly. Suddenly I was a little unsure. I liked the idea of being bound - or at least, I was eager to try it and see how much I liked it - but if he was planning on hurting me…

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not a whips-and-chains dungeon sort of guy.”

“Good,” I said, releasing the breath I held. Soft cloth touched my bare ankle. He wrapped the material around it twice, then secured it to the bed frame. My heart pounded in my ears.

“This can still be really intense, though, so we’ll use a safeword anyway. ‘Red,’ to keep it simple.”

“Red,” I said, “I can remember that.”

“Good.” He tied my other ankle, tugging it towards the other corner of the bed. I was wide open, now. As exposed as could be. He could see every blessed inch of my pussy if he were so inclined.

He was silent and still for a moment. I leaned up and saw him watching me, rapt. “You’re so sexy onstage,” he said, “And you know it. But this… bound like this…” His eyes roamed by body and he groaned. “You’re perfect.”

I tugged at my restraints. There was very little give. “What next?” I whispered.

He bound my arms next, similarly spread out and above my head. At least whatever material he was using was soft - I tugged and twisted, and though it pulled tight, it didn’t chafe.

“Okay so far?” he asked. I nodded.

Then he blindfolded me. “Is this really necessary?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” he said, “I think you’ll really like it.”

“You’ll take it off if I say the safeword?”

“Instantly,” he assured me.

Goosebumps rose on my arms and my breasts as he circled the bed. Every inch of my skin was on high alert, waiting for his touch, both yearning for it and a little bit afraid. I tugged against the restraints again.

His knuckles brushed my cheek. I smiled. “I’m glad you decided to try this out,” he said. “A lot of people are too afraid, or have too many hangups.”

“I liked what you did to me before,” I said, “A lot. All of it.”

His hands moved lower, tracing down my sternum, down to the underside of my breasts. His fingers caressed me in soft circles, pressing gently into my flesh as they made their way to my nipples. I felt them tighten as he trailed his warm touch closer and closer, and when he brushed them, a sharp spike of arousal made me gasp.

He gave a low, sexy chuckle. “So sensitive,” he said.

His mouth was on mine suddenly, and the effect was electric. The unexpected contact made me yelp - being blindfolded, I was guessing every second at what he might do, and it had me tingling all over.

I sank into his kiss right away as I was enveloped by his heat. Pure animal instinct made the moan rise in my throat, made me want to wrap my arms around him. But I couldn’t. I was caught, bound, at his mercy. It was driving me wild.

One of his hands snaked up and cupped my chin. Slowly, he angled my head and deepened his kiss. I whined, feeling overwhelmed, but he showed no sign of stopping. His lips parted and his tongue slicked across my bottom lip. He grunted hungrily and tasted me again, as if I was something delicious he couldn’t get enough of; as if I were a drug that he craved with his whole being.

It felt so good, I could barely stand it. I writhed against the mattress, and he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and slid it against mine. Desire raged through my veins, stormed at my center.

I moaned his name out loud when he broke away, the sound of it filling the air around us, “Vaughn, ah-” He kissed his way across the tops of my breasts, leaving a hot trail behind. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs gently as he kissed and sucked his way around. He took his time, moving with a deliberate slowness, continuing to stoke the firestorm inside me. I’d never felt anything quite like it. Never had I been with someone who kissed with such intent and such focus.

When he reached one of my nipples, when his tongue swirled around it before he sucked it into the heat of his mouth, I couldn’t hold back the moan that rose to my throat. I wasn’t sure I liked this version of myself - so wanton, teetering just on the edge of losing control - but it sure as hell felt amazing.

He worshiped my breasts with his mouth and his hands. I never knew what was coming, where he’d touch, or with what. He bit down on one nipple until I yelped, then soothed it with his tongue. He brushed the other with a feather-light touch. His soft touches combined with the rough treatment of his mouth created a sizzling burn of sexual desire inside of me. Not that I hadn’t been turned on already - I was aroused before I even knocked on his door. But now I was on fire.

Never had I felt such a hunger. My inner walls throbbed insistently, desperate to be filled; if he didn’t fuck me soon I was going to lose my mind.

“Please, sir…”

“Not yet,” Vaughn whispered as if he read my mind and what I was gearing up to beg for. “Not until I say.”

I’m completely in his power,
I realized. I couldn’t do a damn thing - he controlled my pleasure, how much he gave and what he took from me. I got it - I finally got it. Why this was so heady and so hot. Trembling, relaxing in my restraints, I gave myself to him and sank into a state of lightheaded bliss.

“Good girl,” he grated, noting the change. Noting my total submission. He drew a finger through my wetness, making me jump at the surprise contact. He teased my entrance, circling, just touching, and I bit my lip against the begging that threatened to pour out.

When he sank two fingers deep inside me, I moaned up at the ceiling and to the heavens. Yes. Yes! He pumped his digits once, twice, then pulled away. I whined at the loss, feeling so hot and bereft.

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging, honey.”

“I know, sir.” I did know it. I was just so damn horny, I couldn’t control the sounds I was making or the desperate way my body moved.

His weight on the mattress shifted. I internally rejoiced when I felt him lean over me and position his manhood against my waiting entrance. Remembering how big it had been in my mouth, I shivered.

I wanted to buck my hips; I wanted to wrap my legs around his thighs and urge him forward. But he was in charge - he’d sink himself inside me when he was ready, when he thought I could wait no longer. “Please, sir,” I breathed anyway, “Please fuck me.”

He grunted with pure masculine pleasure at the sound of my begging. “Say it again,” he demanded.

“Please fuck me, sir, please, I need to feel you inside me so badly.” My pussy clenched and twinged in agreement with my words.

“Good,” he said, stroking my cheek, “Very good.” Finally,
finally,
he pressed forward. I moaned as he slid inside, once slow, delicious inch at a time. God, he felt
so good,
I wanted to scream. I tilted my pelvis as he sank inside, angling to get him as deep as possible. I’d expected it to hurt more, but the pain of my stretching was minimal. My body was so hungry and so ready for him that he sank to the hilt with relative ease.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grated. “So hot and tight.”