by Sloane, Roxy
“That’s right, baby,” I murmur, making her wait. “I’m the one in control here. Only me. I can make you beg, make you scream. And you know damn sure I can make you climax like you’ve never come before.”
Keely shudders, her breath coming in pants. My cock grows harder. Fuck, I want to be buried deep in that wet, delicious pussy. I want to see those breasts crushed up against the mirror with every hard slam.
How does she do this to me? She’s turning my whole world upside down, making me feel all this shit I never wanted to feel again. But now...
Now I can make it so she never betrays me.
I step forwards, leaning in close. “You look so classy like this, don’t you? Refined. People would never guess what a dirty girl you are.” I lean closer murmuring in her ear. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew the truth. That you’ve come screaming on your hands and knees with my tongue up your ass and my fingers buried deep in that dripping cunt.”
Keely’s eyes dilate with lust. She juts her ass back, trying to rub against my rock-hard dick. I step back. I won’t give her what she needs.
Julianne was a lifetime ago, back when I was a green kid who didn’t know dick about dominating a woman. Keely will be different. I’ve only begun to show her what it means to submit to me. She thinks she knows what it’s like to want me, to go crazy needing my cock?
Not yet she doesn’t.
I’m going to make her so fucking horny, she won’t have room to think of another man.
“I know, baby,” I croon. “I know you want it now. Right here in this dressing room... You’re wet for me, gagging for it.”
I can see her nipples tighten, the way her legs tremble. Damn right, she’s weak for me. Hungry for a good hard pounding.
“You act so good for the rest of them,” I growl. “So prim and proper. But I know your secret. Deep down, you want it dirty, don’t you? You want me to shove you up against this mirror right now and fuck you with every inch of my cock until you lose your mind.”
“Yes,” she whispers, flushing. “Oh God, Vaughn, yes.”
The sound of her begging makes everything disappear, until it’s just me and her, and my raging hard-on and her luscious body, desperate for me.
At my mercy. It’s simple now, the way it’s supposed to be.
I need this power. I have to have her surrender.
“No one else makes you feel this way,” I growl, still not touching her. “Nobody. You belong to me, you understand? I’m the only one who has rights over this body, and I’ll take it any way I damn please. Say it!”
“Nobody else,” Keely breathes. “Only you!”
Damn straight.
“I want your cock inside me.”
Her voice whispers through me. I look up. She’s watching me in the mirror now -- her eyes fixed determinedly on mine.
A smile plays on her lips as she slowly licks her lips. “I want you sliding all the way inside,” Keely murmurs. “I want to feel you, so deep, stretching my tight, slick pussy.”
Oh shit. Blood rushes to my dick, so hard it hurts. Hearing those dirty words from her innocent mouth... Fuck, it drives me crazy.
Keely keeps her gaze on me. “You know what it feels like, tight and wet for you,” she whispers, arching her back. Showing off those ripe breasts, her nipples straining at the dress. Wiggling that firm ass, tempting me with her curves.
I groan. Dammit! I’m supposed to be the one in control. I want to make her beg, and instead, I’m panting like a fucking school-boy who can’t get laid.
“You want me on my knees and begging for you?” she challenges. “I want it too. I want you to tie me down, and fuck me until I can’t walk for days. I want your dick pounding into me, no holding back. Every inch, Vaughn, I want to feel every single inch.”
Jesus. I suck in a ragged breath. She’s pushing back, turning the tables, and hell, it makes me want her even more. I need her on her knees, on her back, bent double with my cock shoved up her ass screaming my name.
I crave her sweet cunt more than anything. And that’s a serious fucking problem.
I wrench myself away and stride out, leaving her up against the mirror, waiting for my dick. I power through the department store, shoving people out of my way. I need to put as much distance between us as possible before I lose my fucking mind.
She’s got a hold on me I can’t explain, and dammit, I can’t risk falling again.
7
KEELY
Vaughn ignores me for the drive back to the estate. I watch him, trying to figure out this hot and cold routine. Back in the dressing room, there was something going on with him, I’m sure of it. A new kind of tension when he ordered me around.
I wanted to turn the tables, show him what it felt like to want me. But then he freaked out and left, and I don’t know what just happened.
“What’s going on?” I ask, worried.
“Nothing,” Vaughn snaps. He’s so tense, I can see it: his broad shoulders clenched under his suit.
“The dressing room back there...” I pause. “Something wasn’t right.”
“You mean, you didn’t get a personal shopping session with my cock?” He smirks at me, acting casual. “I told you, baby, I want to see you wait.”
“No, something else,” I tell him. “You were different.”
“Quit it.” Vaughn glares at me. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Well tough luck,” I counter. “Because I do.”
I watch him for another minute, thinking back over what he said. How he wanted me to admit I’m his -- only his. As if I could think of another man when he has this power over me.
Then I realize.
“What was her name?” I ask.
Vaughn flinches like he’s just been shot. “Who?”
“The woman who made you so scared to trust anyone.”
He looks up, surprise clear on his face.
“You must have loved her a lot,” I add softly, “For her to hurt you like this.”
Vaughn clenches his jaw. “I’m warning you...”
“Fine, you don’t want to tell me, that’s OK.” I reach out and place a hand on his arm. “But you should know, I’m not like that. I would never go behind your back.”
There’s a flash of agony in Vaughn’s blue eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.” I hold his stare. “And you may not trust me yet, but I trust you. Completely.”
“Then you’re a fool,” Vaughn grinds out. I can see a war being waged inside of him, but I won’t back down.
“No, I’m not,” I reply firmly. “I can choose to believe the worst in everyone, or I can trust my instincts. And my gut says you’re a good man. You came here with me. You’ve got my back. So I’m going to trust you enough for the both of us.”
“Fuck, Keely...” Vaughn tries to move away from me, so I slide closer.
“I’ll prove it to you too,” I whisper, placing my hand on his thigh. “Tonight. I’ll submit to you completely. Whatever you want, I’ll obey.”
“You’re playing with fire.” Vaughn murmurs, but I can see the lust flaring in his eyes
I smile. “Then we’ll both get burned.”
But something tells me he needs this from me. If he’s going to trust me, to open up the way I want him to, he has to see I have complete faith in him.
And if that means putting myself at his mercy...
I shiver. Already Vaughn is looking at me like a hungry predator. I have no idea what he’s got in store.
But I’ll take it. I’ll take everything he demands, until he sees he can trust me too.
8
VAUGHN
I feel guilty as fuck. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with here.
As we pull up outside the mansion, I’m already planning the ways I’m going to make her surrender. The limits I’m going to shatter tonight. She wants to prove her trust in me. I’m going to test just how far she’ll go.
Her faith in me is naive, a
lie. She can’t mean it. I don’t believe her.
Nobody should trust me like that.
We head upstairs without a word. When we get to the bedroom, I lock the door behind me, and go to the sound system in the corner. I pick a classical channel, and play it loud enough to drown out the moans of pleasure Keely’s just minutes away from sounding.
She’s going to scream the whole fucking house down before the night is through.
Keely’s standing in the middle of the room, watching me. She doesn’t look nervous, just calm. Those hazel eyes fixed on me, seeing too deep beneath my surface.
I can’t think with her looking at me like that.
I pull my tie loose and wrap it around my hands. “Last chance to change your mind.” I tell her, moving closer.
Keely just smiles. “I don’t want to change my mind. I told you. I trust you.”
I pace behind her. “You sure about that, baby? I told you once: my cock is a fucking beast. And tonight he’s going to tear you apart.”
She smirks. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you actually going to do something about it?”
I grab her hair and yank her head back, roughly blindfolding her with my tie. “You’re going to regret talking back,” I growl, yanking the fabric tighter. But even with her eyes bound, she still gives me a flirty grin.
“Promises, promises.”
SMACK.
I spank her ass, hard through the fabric of her skirt. Keely lets out a yelp of pain. “You think you’re still in control,” I tell her, growling. “But you’re gravely mistaken. That ended the moment I locked that door. Now take off your fucking clothes.”
Keely scrambles to strip, quickly taking off her clothes until she’s naked save the blindfold. I pace around her, admiring the view. Her ass cheeks are pale, already mottled red with my slap.
That’s right, baby. I’ve got plans for that ass.
“Grab your ankles,” I order.
She pauses, but when I land another slap on the back of her bare thighs, she bends over quick, spreading her legs for balance and gripping hold of her ankles like I said.
Now she’s spread for me, ass high in the air, her globes jutting out and the strip of her cunt revealed between her thighs, already glistening and juicy.
“How do you feel now, baby?” I murmur, stroking lightly over her ass. “You’re hot, aren’t you? That little spanking wasn’t enough. You want more, you want it hard.”
Keely makes a muffled whimpering sound.
“Yeah, I know, baby. But you’re forgetting one very important thing.”
I stand over her, listening to her panting, watching her body brace for impact.
“You don’t always get what you want.”
Instead of spanking her again, I smooth my hand over her skin softly, a teasing caress. She moans, disappointed. Her blood’s pumping now, she needs force and power.
I’m going to drive her fucking crazy first.
I stroke her again, delving my fingers down to brush across her wet pussy, so fucking wet. She gasps, but I’m already moving on, teasing down her crack, circling the juicy curves. She pushes back against my hand, needing more, but I won’t give it to her.
Not just yet.
“Look at you, baby, you’re dripping,” I murmur, slipping a finger down against her shivering cunt. I probe just inside her channel, feeling her desperately clench around me. Fuck, I know just how she’d feel around my cock, tighter than any damn thing I’ve ever felt before.
“It’s been too long since I fucked you, don’t you think? You were fantasizing about me all day long, I bet. Choking on my cock as I fuck your wet little mouth. Guzzling my cum until you take the very last drop.”
Keely whimpers, thrusting back against my hand, but I withdraw my finger. I suck her slick juices clean. “Sweet as pie.” I growl appreciatively. “Would you like me to taste you for real? How about my tongue probing deep inside you, devouring that clit until you break. Does that sound good to you?”
Keely bites her lip. She’s breathing fast, straining to break position, but she doesn’t want to beg just yet.
We’ll see about that.
In a single motion, I lift her body and toss her down on the bed. Keely gasps in surprise, writhing onto her back as I grab a couple of things from my case. Then I pause to drink in the sight of her totally naked, blindfolded and waiting for me.
Every guy’s fucking fantasy.
Yeah, we can say we like a woman who takes charge, and maybe sometimes that gets us off. But a gorgeous woman, totally at our mercy? This is what makes us rock-hard and hungry. This is what drives us out of our minds. We want to claim you, possess you, shove our cocks so deep inside your aching cunt you’ll be bruised and branded, you’ll never be the same again.
It’s primal. Animal. And tonight, I’m going to relish every damn minute of it.
I select a set of restraints and trail the end of a strap down, over Keely’s lush breasts and stomach. She flinches beneath me, nipples tight, body shaking with anticipation.
“Have you ever been tied up?” I muse, flicking the strap lightly against her thighs. “Of course not. You’re too good for that, too sweet. I bet those pussies you fucked before me never even held you down. They didn’t know you want it so hard you come screaming, how that sweet little body of yours craves total surrender.”
Her legs fall open, revealing her swollen pussy, juicy and trembling. I stroke it lightly with the strap and she moans, moving her hands to protect her tender flesh.
“No,” I growl, pouncing. I grab her hands and yank them up over her head, tying them together and then looping the strap around a post of the antique headboard. I fasten it tight, so her body is stretched, breasts arching high in the air.
“You don’t get to stop me. You don’t get to say no. You’re all mine, baby. And this is what it means to belong to me.”
I flick her clit lightly. Then I move down the bed, yanking her legs apart. I fasten a tie around each ankle, and loop them around the bed-posts on either end of the bed.
Now she’s trapped, spread wide open, hands tied above her head. She writhes, her blindfolded head twisting one way and the other, trying to test the restraints.
“They won’t give, sweetheart,” I tell her, amused. “Not one fucking inch.”
Her body stills, her breath catching. She’s worried now, she doesn’t know what’s coming next.
I kneel between her open legs. Damn, I could look at her like this for days.
Her body, at my mercy. Her cunt crying out to be filled.
I lean forwards, resting on my hands until my mouth is just inches from her slick pussy. I don’t touch her anywhere, I don’t need to hold her down -- the restraints do that for me. Instead, I just breathe her in: the musky scent of her desire. The heat radiating from her wet core.
I flick against her clit with my tongue.
Keely jolts up off the bed, thrusting her hips towards my mouth with a moan.
She wants more? I’ll give her more.
I lunge forwards, closing my mouth over her tender nub and sucking, hard. She cries out, writhing for escape this time. The pressure is too much, I can tell, but I don’t let up. I suck, swirling my tongue against her as she screams.
“Vaughn! Please!” The pain in her voice echoes as I keep sucking, taking her whole clit in my lips, relentless. But soon the pleasure takes her over, just like I knew it would.
Keely shudders, her body clenching, so fast she can’t believe it. “Vaughn! Oh God!”
She comes apart with a scream, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.
I stroke her clit again, and Keely moans. “I can’t...”
“You can,” I sink two fingers inside her tight channel, pulsing in time with her body’s clench. “Believe me, you haven’t even started yet.
9
KEELY
I can’t believe I came so fast. One minute, the force of his mouth was too much, too intense, the next, my orgasm wa
s ripping me apart.
I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t pull away.
As the waves of pleasure dissolve through my body. I feel Vaughn’s weight shift on the bed, and then he’s gone.
Silence.
My heart races. Laying here, my hands and feet bound, my eyes covered, I’m locked in the darkness.
Naked. Spread. Exposed.
I gulp for air. I’ve never been tied down like this. The anticipation is driving me crazy, a mix of fear and excitement igniting my blood. I don’t know what he’s planning, I don’t know what’s coming yet.
I can’t move. I can’t fight it, even if I wanted to.
He’s totally in control.
I feel Vaughn settle on the bed beside me, and then a touch comes.
I flinch in surprise. It’s not his hand, but something softer. It feels like velvet, fitted to his fingers. A glove of some kind. He strokes my body slowly, the softness gliding over my skin.
God, that feels good.
I moan appreciatively. I hear Vaughn chuckle.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I sigh, blissful. He trails his hand up my arm, over my collarbone, down to circle my breasts. The sensation is exquisite, softness and warmth, setting every nerve ablaze. Somehow, with my eyes blindfolded, I feel the touch more intensely, nothing but the sound of his breathing and the music playing to distract me from the glorious feel.
He strokes slow circles around the outside of my breasts, over and over. God, I strain against his hand. My nipples tighten, hard and aching, but he doesn’t touch them. His hand swoops away, over my stomach, and I whimper with need.
“What’s that, baby? What do you need?”
“Touch me,” I whisper.
“Is that an order?” Vaughn’s voice turns threatening. My stomach flips.
“No,” I gasp quickly. He could stop at any minute, he could leave me hanging here, and even though I just came moments ago, my body is already needy, lust clawing low between my spread thighs. I want to feel everything tonight. “I’m sorry, Vaughn. It just feels so good.”