The Seduction (9 page)

“I thought you might.” Vaughn keeps walking,
circling around me. His footsteps stop, back by my rear.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “You’re dripping wet.
You want my cock so bad, don’t you?”

I’m past words now, so I just moan my
agreement.

“Looking at you like this is making me
hard,” Vaughn’s voice continues, behind me, out of sight. “I could
pound you right now, drive into that aching pussy. I’d fill you so
deep, you’d be screaming. Hard and fast, baby, fucking you like an
animal. Do you want it, Keely? Do you?”

“Vaughn!” It’s all I can do to stay on my
hands and knees, I’m so weak with desire. “Please, I need you.”

“What you need is to learn some damn
respect.”

Suddenly, a stinging slap lands on my right
ass cheek.

I let out a scream of surprise. Vaughn
spanks me again, the sound ringing out, and I jolt forwards from
the impact, gasping in pain.

“You need to learn that I’m in charge.”
Vaughn’s hand smooths over the spot he just spanked, with a warm
caress. I moan, pleasure replacing the pain in an instant. “You
need to learn, the only thing that matters here is what I fucking
want.”

He spanks me again, hard and sharp. The pain
shatters through me, and I gasp with shock, but right again, he’s
smoothing, caressing, soft and sweet.

Pain mingles with pleasure, blood rushing
through my body.

Oh god. It feels so good.

“The rules are very simple.” Vaughn lands a
slap on my other ass cheek. “You do exactly as I say, you’ll be
rewarded.” He spanks me again, harder this time, and I cry out. But
then his hand is stroking, lower, his fingers dipping down between
my crease to slide over my wet aching lips.

I shudder, whimpering, bucking back against
his hand. But then it’s gone, replaced by a series of harsh,
stinging slaps that rain down on my cheeks and tender thighs
without pause. “Disobey me, and you’ll be punished.” Vaughn says
roughly, punctuating every smack. “And I will make you hurt, baby.
Don’t think that I won’t.”

Five, six, seven slaps. He doesn’t stop. Oh
God, he doesn’t stop.

Eight, nine.
I cry out now, biting down on the inside of my
cheek, my body jerking forward with the force of every
blow.

But somehow, I want
it.
Ten, eleven.
I
chant along in my head, dizzy now, gasping for more. The sting,
that exquisite burn, Vaughn times it just right, landing just the
right amount of pressure to shock my body, making my head spin and
my knees weak. Pleasure and pain mingling together, a sweet, sharp
rush like nothing in the world.

Twelve
.

Vaughn delivers the final slap with a growl.
I can hear him breathing behind me, ragged.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. I can only whimper
in response, my head spinning, and then he’s stroking, oh, his
fingers whisper over me again, both hands this time, brushing
softly over the pained, swollen skin, around my thighs, up over my
naked back and shoulders.

It’s sweet relief, a wave of pleasure. I
gasp, arching under his touch. Aching between my thighs to feel
him. God, I need him there so much.

“You’ll be sore for days,” Vaughn murmurs,
his hands gliding down again to cup and squeeze my cheeks. “I want
you to remember what happens when you disobey me.”

A sinful thought fills my mind.

I should disobey him more often.

But then Vaughn’s hands are spreading me,
easing my ass cheeks apart, and there isn’t time for thinking. I
brace myself to finally take him between my thighs, but instead I
feel his finger slide along my crack, rubbing softly over my
asshole.

I tense, letting out a breath of
surprise.

“What do we have here?” Vaughn sounds
amused. He traces a light circle around me again, and I gasp,
flinching away from his touch.

He can’t. He shouldn’t.

“A sweet virgin asshole.” Vaughn grips my
hips hard in one hand, forcing me in place. I try to shrink away
from his touch, blushing furiously, but he holds tight.

His finger slides over me again, probing
gently at my back entrance. “You’ve never had anyone touch you here
before?” he asks, sounding curious.

“No,” I say, my cheeks burning. I can’t
believe he’s doing this, but my body is already shaking, the
sensation of his touch there so foreign and new.

Dirty.

Wrong.

He wiggles his finger gently, probing just
inside. Oh god. I hear myself moan at the pressure, and feel a
flush of embarrassment.

“So tight,” Vaughn breathes approvingly.
“We’ll have to work you up good before you can take me.”

What? I tense with shock, struggling in his
hands. I can’t. He’s so big. There’s no way--

“Easy.” Vaughn laughs, holding me tight. “I
won’t fuck your ass just yet. I’m going to start you real slow.
Show you just how good it can feel.”

I’m still tense with panic but he spreads my
ass cheeks wide, exposing me. Then I feel something foreign: hot
and wet, probing at the delicate ring of flesh.

His tongue.

Holy shit.

I gasp, falling forwards onto my elbows as
Vaughn licks me, swirling his tongue around, probing the tip inside
me.

No. Oh God. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help
whimper with pleasure. The delicate pressure, the wetness, back
there. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I never thought I’d
love it like this.

And then Vaughn slides a hand up between my
thighs and strokes over my clit.

I scream. The sensation crashes through me,
his stroking, firm on my clit, rubbing over and over as his tongue
swirls back there.

“Oh god,” I gasp, shaking. It’s too much,
the pleasure breaking through my body. I can’t stand it, I feel
like I’m going to explode. His tongue wriggles and probes at me, so
wet, so fucking wrong. I’m sobbing now, gasping for air, on my
hands and knees and at his total mercy.

“Vaughn,” I moan, drowning under his touch,
falling into the darkness, holding on for dear life. “Oh my
god!”

I feel him chuckle against me. He rubs me
harder, and oh God, it feels so good. I cry out, driving back
against his hand. His tongue probes deeper into me, and I’m coming
apart now, I can’t help it, my whole body shaking with
sensation.

It’s too hot, too dark, too fucking
forbidden. It’s wrong of me to like this, to whimper and beg and
thrust my ass back against his mouth, but I can’t help it. I’m
consumed, out of my mind with the pleasure.

Vaughn stops licking me, and I cry out to
feel the absence of his tongue, but then a sharp slap rains down on
my ass and the force sends me reeling.

“You like it hard,” he gasps, ragged. “Fuck,
Keely, you’re a goddamn miracle. Tell me how you want it!”

“Like this!” I sob, thrusting against his
hand. I’m past caring how it looks, past thought, all that matters
in the world is the relentless rub of his fingers, so fucking
perfect on my clit, and the sting of pressure on my skin. “Like
this.”

“Fuck!”

Vaughn spanks me again, a stinging blow.
Again.

“Yes!” I scream, thrusting faster. I’m
climbing, cresting, oh God, I’m on the edge, I can’t take it any
longer. “More! More!”

Vaughn lets out a savage roar, thrusting two
fingers deep inside my aching pussy as his other hand cracks hard
against my ass, spanking me relentlessly.

I lose my mind.

He curls his fingers up, fucking me deeper
with his hand, spanking me again, over and over until the pleasure
and pain is too much to take I break apart, screaming his name as I
shatter, ecstasy flooding every cell in my body and robbing me of
all thought, all power, all words.

I’m done. Broken.

His.

SIXTEEN

VAUGHN

Fucking hell.

I inhale a rasping breath, feeling her pussy
clench around my fingers. She’s collapsed, whimpering and naked on
the coffee table as her orgasm crashes through her delicious body,
wave after wave.

I step back and watch her writhe, her naked
ass red and mottled with the imprint of my hand. Branded. Like she
should be. I’m hard as a fucking rock here, straining in my jeans,
but I want to savor every moment of her surrender.

Goddamn, this girl is heaven.

I knew she’d be sweet, but this? This is
beyond. Screaming my name, begging me to spank her. She rode my
fingers like a fucking rodeo, desperate for release. All her
inhibitions stripped away, until there was nothing but desire and
need written all over that pretty face.

She’s made for submission. And this is only
the beginning. I haven’t even gotten started on her yet. That mouth
is going to beg for me again; that tight little asshole is going to
stretch wide open for my cock.

And her cunt...

Yeah, that dripping, juicy cunt belongs to
me now. I’m going to fuck it every which way, pound into her until
she’s begging me to stop, until she’s bruised and aching and still
can’t help but come her fucking brains out when I give her the
word.

Nobody turns me down, dammit.

Keely rolls over and lifts herself up on her
elbows. Her hair is mussed, her cheeks are pink. But the way she
looks at me...

Hell, I feel it everywhere.

“Hey,” she whispers, looking bashful.

“Hey yourself.“ I drink her in, those pert
breasts all puckered and tight. The curve of her body, the rise and
fall of her chest. She’s so fucking beautiful right now, I could
watch her for days.

If my cock wasn’t demanding satisfaction
right this minute.

“That was...” Keely trails off. Her eyes
widen and I can see reality start to sink back in, that little
voice in her head reminding her she just came her fucking brains
out with my tongue up her ass.

Time to shut that voice up for good.

I reach out and yank her to her feet. “That
was your warm-up,” I growl, grabbing her hand and moving it to
cover my hard, straining cock. “This is the main course. Are you
ready for me?”

She bobs her head in an eager nod. “Yes,”
she gasps. “Vaughn, please.”

Damn, I love to hear her beg me.

“Go to the bedroom.” I point her down the
hall. “Lay on the bed, spread your legs, and wait for me. And no
touching,” I order her, slipping my hand between her legs. I give
her a swift, possessive stroke, making her moan.

“This is my property now,” I growl, watching
her eyes roll back in pleasure. “This pussy belongs to me. You
don’t come again until I’ve taken my pleasure.”

“Yes, Vaughn.” She gives me a breathless
smile, swaying against me. “Whatever you want. Just tell me what to
do.”

“Oh, I will.” I circle her clit and then
tweak it hard. She squeals with pleasure. “I’ve gone gentle on you
so far,” I warn her. “But believe me, I’m hungry now. Ravenous for
your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, this tight little
cunt will never be the same.”

Keely looks dazed, panting for me, dripping
with desire.

Oh yeah, she’s ready.

“Go.” I order her. She turns to follow my
order, and I can’t help but land another stinging slap on that
perfect ass. Keely moans.

“Legs spread, hands above your head,” I
remind her. She scampers down the hallway to my bedroom like her
feet are on fire.

Ready. Willing.

Mine.

I go pour another drink. I could tell myself
it’s to make her wait, but the truth is, I need a moment to regain
control. I feel like a fucking teenager, so fucking horny for her
I’m about to shoot my wad the minute I slide inside of her.

Unacceptable. I want to pound that pussy all
night long.

Get your shit together, Vaughn.

I gulp down the whiskey, and take a couple
of breaths. Better. She’s probably moaning for me already, those
sweet thighs spread and trembling. Desperate to touch herself. But
she won’t. She knows better now than to test me, not after that
spanking I delivered earlier.

She’ll wait until I’m good and ready to fuck
her.

I switch the music, playing it through the
speakers I have wired all around the house -- even the shower.
Hmmm. There’s an idea. I think I’ll have to fuck her there too when
I’m done; pressed up against the glass, soap suds sliding down her
body.

We’ve got all night.

I pour another drink and turn to head back
to the bedroom. Then my phone rings, loud in the room.

I check the screen. Unknown number.
Seventeen missed calls.

Fuck.

I answer. “This better be a goddamn
emergency,” I growl before the other person can speak. “Because I’m
ten seconds away from getting laid and you do not want to fuck with
me right now.”

“As long as the lady in question is Miss
Fawes, we won’t have a problem.”

It’s the client, that slimy asshole. I feel
a brief flash of guilt that he’s the reason I’ve got Keely spread
out on my bed, but I push it away.

We’re way past that now. She stopped being
just a job to me a long time ago.

“Yeah, it’s Keely,” I answer, going to the
window. I look out at the city lights below. “I told you. Nobody
turns me down. She’s begging for it, just like I said she
would.”

“Good,” he says shortly. “Remember, I want
evidence. Photos or video. Some of her used underwear if you
can.”

Who the fuck is this guy? I think of Keely,
waiting for me in the next room, wanting me, trusting me. Mine. I
haven’t felt this way in years. I never thought I would again.

The client clicks his tongue impatiently,
bringing me back to the job at hand. “Do you want me to stand
around talking to you, or do you want me to get the job done?” I
ask.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he says, and hangs
up.

Finally.

I stalk down the hallway, and push open the
bedroom door with a crash. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I
ask, but my words die in my throat.