The Seduction (8 page)

“I don’t want to talk about the traffic, or
the weather, or any other boring bullshit. Your mouth is too useful
to waste on such trivial things. In fact, I don’t require you to
speak at all. Not unless you’re begging,” he adds with a dangerous
smile. “Yes, Vaughn. More, Vaughn. Harder, Vaughn.”

Dear God.

Heat rushes through me.
He’s so
dominating
.

“In fact, if you do speak out of turn, I
might have to inflict some kind of punishment.” Vaughn smiles
again, glittering and deadly. “Nod if you understand.”

I nod, my knees trembling.
This is
nothing
like our encounter in the bathroom or even in the library. I
wonder what kind of punishment he means, and if I’d like it; I
almost want to test him, but if the past few days have taught me
anything, I know that he never bluffs. “Yes, Vaughn,” I whisper,
already so turned on I can barely stand.

“Good girl.” Vaughn’s hand trails down from
my lips, over my collarbone, around to fondle my breast. I suck in
a breath, his thumb teasing over my nipple.

“No underwear?” Vaughn quirks an eyebrow.
“How very naughty of you, Miss Fawes.”

He strokes again, squeezing the tight bud.
Pleasure floods through me. But then, just as quickly, he takes his
hand away. I stifle a whimper of dismay.

“Not yet.” Vaughn looks amused. “You haven’t
earned it.”

I blink at him in confusion. I thought he
wanted to touch me, that’s what he’s been promising all this
time.

“You said ‘no’ to me, Keely.” Vaughn’s face
darkens. “You made me chase you. Now, you need to learn who’s in
control. I decide your pleasure. I’m in charge now.”

Vaughn steps closer to me. Heat radiates
from his body, the muscles tightly coiled like a predator. “You
don’t get to play hard to get anymore.” He looks down at me, his
face set with determination. “Tonight, you submit to me completely.
Whatever I say, you do it. Whatever I want, you provide. No
questions. No protests. Do you understand?”

I don’t say anything.

He glares at me. “Do. You. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes, Vaughn.” My stomach is in
knots, but it’s a thrilling sensation..

I want to surrender. I want to submit. I
want to know what it’s like to have him control me, completely.

“Good. Now get on your knees.”

My heart stops.

“You heard me.” Vaughn stares at me, his
eyes dark and uncompromising. “Get on your knees. And this better
be the last time you make me repeat myself.”

A thrill shivers through me. I never thought
I could like this, never thought I’d want anyone to talk to me like
this. But God, he’s sexy when he orders me around.

I slowly sink to my knees in front of
him.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Vaughn
continues, looming above me with a dark gleam in his eyes.

I do as he says.

“Now open your mouth.”

I gasp for air, my lips falling wide
open.

“Now, don’t you make a pretty picture?”
Vaughn smiles, casually unzipping his jeans. “I’ve been imagining
you like this since the moment we met. Except, in my fantasies,
you’re begging to suck my cock. What can we do about that?”

My heart is racing, loud enough that he has
to hear it too. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life, kneeling
here with my mouth wide open, panting for breath.

And I’ve never felt so turned on.

“You remember this, don’t you?” Vaughn
pushes his jeans open and unleashes his dick.

Jesus, he’s massive.

Vaughn lets out a low chuckle. “Look at you,
panting already. You want it bad. You’ve never had a cock like this
before.”

He’s right. I can’t take my eyes off him.
Down here on my knees, it looks even bigger than before: nine
inches of hard muscle, the veins straining down the length of
him.

I want to taste him.

Unconsciously, I lick my lips. Vaughn’s
breath catches.

“Damn, baby.” He strokes himself, getting
even harder in his hands. “You really have been starved. When was
the last time you got a good mouthful?”

I pause, uncertain. Is this a trap?

Vaughn gives me a brief, reassuring smile.
“You can answer.”

I catch my breath. “A guy I dated in
college,” I admit. I usually don’t like going down on guys. It’s
always messy and gross, the smell, the taste of it. But Vaughn is
different. God, just the sight of him makes me wet and aching. “But
he wasn’t...”

“Wasn’t what?” Vaughn keeps stroking
himself, almost absently. His cock jerks in his hand, straining.
Huge and ready.

“Wasn’t anything like you,” I whisper.

“Nobody is.” Vaughn strolls closer. “You
want to taste me,” he says in a low voice. His eyes fix on me, and
I can’t look away.

I nod, my breath catching in my throat.

“You want me to fuck your wet, empty mouth,”
Vaughn says softly.

I moan.

“You want to suck me down until you can’t
take anymore. You want to lick my balls, and choke as my cum drips
down your chin.”

“Yes.” I tremble, amazed at how his words
possess me. I’m consumed with lust, dizzy and gasping. I’m empty,
and I need him to fill me, now.

“Louder.” Vaughn orders, looming over
me.

“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”

“Please what?” Vaughn taunts me.

“Please!” I cry, desperate. I don’t care
that I’m begging, I don’t care about anything at all except the
rush of lust consuming me, the aching need clawing me from within.
“Let me suck you! I need you, Vaughn, please!”

Victory flashes on his face. “Very well,” he
drawls, “You may suck my dick.”

FOURTEEN

VAUGHN

She takes a deep breath like she’s preparing
herself, but I don’t wait. I close the distance between us,
grabbing the back of her head and thrusting my cock into deep her
open mouth.

Like that, baby. Just the way you
begged.

Keely moans, closing her lips around me and
sucking deep. She can barely fit my head in her mouth, I’m too big,
but she swirls her tongue around me, eager for a taste. Damn, if
I’ll deny her now. I rock my hips back and thrust in again, deeper
this time, all the way to the back of her throat.

She takes me all the way in. I bury my hands
in her hair, pulling it free from its neat pinned style and using
it to yank her face down again, controlling the tempo, fucking that
perfect mouth over and over until she’s moaning into my dick, her
whole body rising and falling with every stroke, her hands still
clutched behind her back.

I watch the slide of bright red lipstick
smear up and down my shaft, my brain fading as tension coils
tighter in my balls and the world shrinks to just her lips and
tongue and those whimpers of pleasure she sounds in the back of her
throat.

Fuck, she’s good. I never imagined it could
feel like this.

Keely lifts her head, breaking pace, and now
she’s licking along the length of me, swirling her tongue, closing
her lips in a tight vice to play with the ridge around my head. She
ducks lower, licking my balls, and then fuck, she takes one of the
sacs between her lips and sucks the whole damn thing into her
mouth.

I groan as the sensation crashes through me.
Goddamn, this girl is a miracle. “Fuck, baby. Yeah. Suck me.”

Keely answers with a whimper, her tongue
straying further to lick along my taint until I’m shuddering and
close to the edge. Still, she teases me, lapping me like a fucking
ice-cream, her tongue dancing over my shaft and head, too fucking
soft.

“Enough!” I growl, grabbing her hair again
and forcing her mouth back down the length of me. “No more fucking
around. Take it all!”

Keely moans, angling her head to take me
deeper, all the way down her throat. Fuck. The pressure is
incredible. Now I’m close to losing it, blood pounding in my ears
and straining in my cock.

I thrust deep into her throat, lost in the
wetness, the hot slide of her mouth. Over and over, she take me,
sucking me down a little deeper every time, until the whole
massive, throbbing length of me is buried between those juicy red
lips and I can feel the ridges of her throat rubbing against my
head with every thrust.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, tortured. I pump harder,
cresting, so fucking close to the edge.

Keely lifts her eyes to me, wild and bright
with lust. Her face is flushed, she’s sobbing in eager moans with
every bob of her head, gorging on me, desperate for more. Fuck,
she’s close to losing it too. I can see it in her face, the
urgency, the ecstasy. She wants it, wants everything I have,
begging me with her eyes, and something about her feverish need
pushes me over the fucking edge and I come with a savage cry.

“Fuck!” I roar, spurting down her throat in
a hot gush as the pleasure crashes through me like a goddamn tidal
wave and I lose my fucking mind.

FIFTEEN

KEELY

I drink him down hungrily, milking every
last shudder as his orgasm fades away. I’m on my knees, but I’ve
never felt so powerful -- never lost myself in giving pleasure like
this before, the whole world fading until there’s nothing but my
mouth and his gorgeous cock and the ache in my body, dear Lord, so
sharp and unsatisfied.

I sit back, reeling, every limb flooded with
sensation. I don’t know how; he hasn’t even laid a hand on me yet,
but I’m coiled tight and gasping. I feel like I could come from
just a single touch.

Vaughn gazes down at me. “Very nice,” he
murmurs, reaching out to wipe a drop of cum from my lips. He puts
his thumb into his mouth and sucks. “You’re just full of surprises,
aren’t you?”

I feel a flush of pride.

“You’re close?” His eyes sweep over me.

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m trembling here, so wet
between my thighs, every part of me aching for him.

“Good. You should know what it feels like to
want someone this bad.” Vaughn pulls his jeans back up, strolling
over to the bar in the corner. “It’s agony, isn’t it? Needing
something only I can give you. Desperate to feel me slide inside
that juicy cunt. Think about that, Keely. Think about my cock
driving deep inside you, all of me, right up to the fucking
hilt.”

His words wash over me with a shudder, and I
imagine just how good that would feel.

Vaughn takes his sweet time. He pours
himself a drink of whiskey while I wait. The sharp point of my
heels are digging painfully into the back of my bare thighs, but I
wouldn’t break position right now for a million dollars.

I’m empty. I’m aching. I need him so bad I
feel like I’m going to die.

“Get up,” Vaughn finally orders me.

I scramble to my feet in relief. My legs are
unsteady. I sway, trying to stand straight, but my heartbeat races
in anticipation as Vaughn slowly walks back towards me.

“Now take off your dress. Let me look at
that beautiful body you’ve been hiding from me.”

We’re in the middle of his living room, the
lights bright, the windows open for anyone to see.

I unhook one strap, then the other. The
dress slips off my body in a shiver of silk, pooling around my
ankles on the floor.

I’m totally naked in my heels.

Vaughn stares at me, his gaze burning across
my skin. My breasts. My stomach. Down to the neat triangle between
my trembling thighs.

I feel a flicker of power. I straighten up,
tilting my hip, showing myself to him. I’ve always felt awkward in
my skin, but tonight, a sudden confidence lifts me.

That’s desire on his face. Hunger in his
eyes. For me.

I start to pivot, turning in a slow circle
for him to see. God, I can’t wait for him to touch me. Surely it
has to be soon. I can feel his hands already, imagining their rough
touch--

Suddenly his voice cuts me off. “Stop.”

I freeze. Vaughn’s face is dark. “You’re not
wearing stockings,” he says. My heart skips. “I told you,” he
continues, his voice silky but threatening. “I wanted to fuck you
in those stockings.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, blood rushing to my
face. “I forgot.”

“I don’t care about the reason.” Vaughn’s
eyes glitter. “You’ve disobeyed me. That means you need to be
punished.”

My stomach clenches with nerves. “But,
please--”

“Silence!” Vaughn roars.

My protest dies on my lips.

“On the table,” Vaughn orders me, pointing
to the coffee table. It’s set in front of the sofa, a low perspex
frame. “Hands and knees. Now.”

I hurry to do as he says, my heart pounding
with anticipation. Oh God, what’s he going to do to me now?

The plastic is cold and hard against my
naked skin, but I get down on all fours on top of it like he
ordered, my hair falling forwards around my face.

My breasts tremble, swinging free beneath
me. My bare ass juts up into the air, which is cold against my
skin, the wet heat exposed between my thighs. I’m open, naked,
displayed to him, totally powerless.

It’s shameful, dirty. And God, I feel a
whole new kind of thrill.

“Well look at you…” Vaughn’s voice drawls,
amused. He slowly paces around the table, examining me from every
angle. “Don’t you make a pretty sight?”

My stomach curls to feel his gaze on me. I
focus on my breathing, coming in low, shallow pants. Every sense in
my body is alive. Every part of me screams for release.

“If you weren’t such a bad girl, I’d be
touching you right now.” Vaughn’s voice caresses me, smooth as
molasses. “I’d be stroking those juicy breasts, slow the way you
want.”

Oh God. I let out a whimper.

“I’d pinch those tight little nipples,” he
continues, his voice so even, relentless, filling my mind. “Hell,
maybe I’d even take them in my mouth. Would you like that, Keely?
Do you want me to suck on your nipples?”

“Yes,” I manage. My breasts are swollen, my
nipples puckered at the thought. “Oh god, please.”